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After Climax Control #148
On the record…
The curtains of the entrance way are split with a pair of hands as Sam Marlowe pushes her way backstage, her normal smiling face devoid of any emotion except for anger. And rightly so after what had just happened only moments before. (If you haven’t seen it, go watch the replay…I’ll wait. Back yet…good, let’s continue shall we?)
Sam’s Inner voice: I had that match won…I would have still been the champion if it wasn’t for…
Sam’s thoughts are interrupted by a voice calling her name as her efforts at escape are blocked by Rocky Mountains who attempts to offer her apologies to Sam for the loss of her Bombshell title. Rocky puts a hand on Sam’s shoulder before realizing the look that Sam gives her, one of pain and embarrassment rolled up together that it was the wrong thing to do. Self-consciously she pulls it away as Sam takes a long slow breath then offers the interviewer a chagrined smile.
“It’s all good Rocky,” she offers as she wipes at her chest and shoulders with the hoodie in her hand that she then tosses over her shoulder as if to hide the lack of a title resting there. “I took my eyes off the person who I should have focused on and because of that, I lost the title.”
Nodding slowly, Rocky gives Sam a look. “You know, you aren’t really at fault, you did get distracted by Crystal…”
Before Rocky can go any further, Sam holds up her hand and stops her. “Honestly I am fine with the loss but I have to tell you Rocky, the one thing that does is put a rather big asterisk on Mercedes’ title win. Granted she is one hell of a competitor, she has to be honest with herself and see that as much as she got the win, it was tainted by the fact that Crystal did decide to interfere in our match,” says Sam.
“That is true,” says Rocky slowly.
“And besides, she really can only say she won, not that she beat me in the middle of the ring on her own,” Sam offers with a bit of a cheeky grin. “If I am honest, I had that match won if it wasn’t for my loss of focus.”
Rocky once more nods as she crosses her arms over her rather ample chest. “Who can say though Sam, Crystal’s interference might have been a ploy to have to face Mercedes rather than you at the supercard coming up very soon in Tokyo. And why do you think that Crystal did what she did tonight?”
Rocky watches as Sam motions for her to follow her towards the craft services table where she grabs a bottle of water and opening it takes a slow sip. As she does, Rocky continues. “I mean Crystal already has the number one contendership for the title at Into the Void so why would she cost you the title?”
Sam appears to think about it and crosses her own arms with her finger tapping against the side of her nose then motions in an ‘I don’t know’ way. “That’s probably the only reason she messed with me in my match. Because she has the number one contendership and figured that since I was such a tough competitor and a strong champion, she needed someone easier to face. And mad props to Mercedes, however, she seemed to be on a sliding streak into midcard status. I bet that is why Crystal interfered…she thinks she can beat Mercedes. Wow, that is a bold statement right there for her to make isn’t it?”
“I would have to say that is a really smart strategy, especially if she thought that she couldn’t beat you,” says Rocky with her own dawning smile. “From the past few matches you have been in, I don’t think that Crystal does have what it takes to beat you,” offers Rocky.
Sam lets her head drop slightly to hide a large smile. “After tonight’s actions by the number one contender, you are probably right. So I guess when it comes down to challenges for Crystal, she wants to take the easy way to a title. And by causing me to lose tonight, all she has done is put one hell of a target on her back. See, I may be the former champion but that doesn’t mean I can’t win back my title any time or place I want to. And if by chance I have to beat her to do it, then I will be looking forward to it.”
“But what about her partner Kate Steele? I am sure she will be someone that she can count on as well as her husband. You either need to find yourself some back up or manage to get her in a situation that will prevent her from cheating,” says Rocky as her head tilts questioningly to the side. “Because I don’ t think that is wouldn’t cheat if it would get her what she wants. And from the looks of it, she wants the Bombshell title.”
At that, Sam lets a bit of a laugh escape her as she shakes her head. “You are probably right Ms Mountains,” Sam answers before spying the cause for her earlier anger. Seeing the woman, she loses her smile and taking a deep breath, she moves away from the craft services table and towards the locker rooms. “Wish I could stay and chat Rocky, really I do but I have to shower and change,” she begins as she looks at her bare wrist as if a rolex were wrapped around it telling her that time was up. “My train is leaving in about an hour,” she adds as she backs away from the interviewer who holds up a hand but isn’t quick enough to stop Sam from pushing through the locker room door.
Rocky Mountains moves to follow her into the locker room but is stopped by a cameraman with a message which causes a slight mumbling of a curse before she heads in the opposite direction. After twenty minutes, Sam with damp hair and wearing a pair of khaki’s, boots and a white tee with ‘Sin City Sweetheart’ peeks out of the locker room then makes good her escape from the arena.
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This is fixing to be a Shakespearean Tragedy…
Off the record
“To be or not to be,” begins a rather sleepy voice that trails the quote off into a rather deep yawn. A redhead is curled up in a white silk button down and a pair of matching silk boy shorts underwear. A pair of glasses rests on the tip of her nose as in front of her lies an open book of Hamlet. Letting a pencil tap lightly against the bridge of her nose, she seems intent on the pages in front of her even as she fights off sleep for a last few moments of studying.
Unable to keep her eyes open any more, she rests her head on her crossed arms and slips into the arms of Morpheus…
Sam’s eyes open as she looks around. The unfamiliar imagery of a dreary castle draws her attention to a group of people surrounding a grave. Moving closer she spies an open grave where a body can be seen lying in the bare ground. Sliding closer, Sam looks in to spy what looks like herself in the grave. Shaking her head, she staggers back only to be caught by a man who smiles down at her looking rather like her friend Ben Jordan.
“Forsooth, what a toothsome wench you are,” he offers with a leer as he looks down. Sam follows his eyes to spy herself in a rather revealing dress of black velvet and gold lace. Pulling away Sam is unsure of what to do as he sketches a rather deep bow.
“Y’all are talking like my friend Ben Jordan but poshier..or more posh,” says Sam with a bit of a wrinkling of her nose.
The gentleman shakes his head and holds up a hand. Unsure of what to do, Sam cautiously raises her hand to his only to have him pull her close and tuck her hand against his arm. “Ye speak quite strange to my ear but beauty such as yours is more eloquent,” he returns.
Sam looks around them only to be guided towards the castle itself. Inside is a throne room where the man guides her towards the throne where a woman can be seen sitting in a rather overly dramatic cloth of silver dress and matching crown. Beside her in dark black with a rather gaudy crown sits a king. Sam’s eyes goggle as she takes in the look of what appears to be Millar lookalikes as the royal couple.
“This isn’t right,” says Sam to herself as she brings one hand up to shield her eyes. Her movements draw attention to her and the queen stands and steps from her throne to move in front of Sam, her hand moving to lift the chin of the redhead.
“Right you say wench?” asks the queen. “The only right is mine and mine alone.”
Sam pulls her hand away from her face to look at the queen. “I beg to differ with you ma’am but I don’t think you have the right at all. I mean from the looks around here, they don’t think you have the right at all.”
The queen’s smirk changes to a scowl that draws her brows together in anger before she waves it off and a smile crosses her face once more. “Methinks the lady doth protest too much,” she offers to the people standing around. Turning back to Sam, her eyes narrow and her smile turns icy. “Methinks you are mad,” she adds as she moves closer to Sam.
Unsure of what the queen is trying to do, Sam braces herself and stands her ground as the queen moves closer. Sam offers a confident smile and shakes her head, the curls of red hair swaying with the movement. “I never get mad,” says Sam in a soft voice. “Being mad is just for crazy people and dogs. And I am neither.”
The queen raises one eyebrow with a smirk before turning away and making her way back to the throne. Dismissing the room, she turns to the king as the gentleman moves to Sam’s side to lead her away. As the pair move off, Sam begins to speak. “What’s with her,” she says as she uses her thumb to motion toward the queen.
Giving Sam a confused look before looking back at the queen, the Ben lookalike leans closer to speak softly. “The queen hath chosen to usurp all power by fair means or foul,” he says as he guides Sam out of the room and down the corridor.
As they walk, Sam can’t help but voice her thoughts as she tries to figure out what is going on. “This is totally like Shakespearean. And like SCW if you consider that the queen is basically Crystal Millar with the same delusions of grandeur and stuff,” she mutters.
“Are you mad?” questions the gentleman as he looks around to see if anyone had heard Sam. “The queen has ears everywhere. She thinks she rules here and there are those that believe it and support her.”
Sam stops and turns to the gentleman and offers him a smile. “She does not knoweth me very well. And if she thinks that I am not able to stand up to her, she has another thing coming, trusteth me. I think that she will need to be shown the truth of the matter.”
Sam moves off as the gentleman watches her leave for only a moment before she returns and then grabbing his arm, she pulls him along with her. “We need to find a company of players,” she urges as she hurries the man along. “The play by play is the thing wherein we catch the conscience of the queen,” she jokes.
What seems like moments later, Sam is joined by a group of people in elaborate clothes with a six sided corral that is surrounded by a group of people. Sam looks towards the ring and then points at a double of Mercedes Vargas who pretends to strut to the ring and tries to slide between the rails only to get stuck and comedically fall into the ring. Sam facepalms as the crowd eats up the comedy. Rolling her eyes, she motions for the actor to stand up then moves toward the ring herself. Making her way inside, she faces her ‘opponent’ and the two begin to wrestle only to have the queen stalk to the ‘ring’.
“ENOUGH!” she commands before stepping up to Sam and sneering directly into her face. Sam only smiles slightly which only infuriates the queen who raises her hand to Sam but her slap is caught as Sam grips the wrist of the queen.
“Oh no you don’t,” says Sam as she leans towards the queen. “Y’all can’t help thinking that you should keep interrupting something that doesn’t concern you but trust me I ain’t afraid to start a revolution against your monarchy…”
Before Sam can say anything else, the other hand of the queen connects to her cheek…
Sam struggles awake, her hands moving to wipe the sleep from her eyes as she spies the sunlight through the window of the apartment. Looking at the play in front of her, she pushes it away and climbs from the bed.
“That is the last time I read Hamlet so late…” she says to the empty room before moving out of the bedroom and towards the shower. (Ok pervs…nothing to see here!)
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Mixing it up where I debuted last year
On the record
A soft smile of a woman can be seen in the middle of the image that is playing on a youtube feed, the camera pulling out to reveal Sam Marlowe in her wrestling gear as she pulls the camera view out enough to show her in the six sided ring of SCW.
“I bet you can’t guess where I am right now,” she offers to the camera. “I am back at where this crazy career of mine started, Osaka Japan. And I can’t help but reflect on what I have accomplished here in SCW. My very first match was here in Osaka you know and believe it or not, it was a win for yours truly, what a beginning for me huh?” Sam says.
She begins to pace along the ring ropes as she contemplates the thought of her debut. “Then it got bumpy for a while and I was losing more than I won but each match I was involved in I got better. I got the appetite for winning and I pushed myself harder than I ever had before. I had something to prove to my sister…to the fans and to myself. I wanted to get noticed and boy did I..”
Sam turns to the camera once more and let’s a grin cross her face. “I got the notice of the Bombshell champion that had kept a lock on the belt for the longest time. And that notice got me a title shot for the Bombshell title and I took advantage of the chance. I didn’t have to resort to interfering in one of Mikah’s matches to make my threat felt, kinda very unlike what a certain Silver Screen queen did last week. But I digress,” mentions Sam as she takes a slow breath. “As I was saying, I took advantage of the chance that was given to me and I beat the unbeatable Mikah for the title, something no one on the roster could claim. Then I watched her lose interest in this company as I picked up the mantle of champ and then successfully defended the title at Blaze of Glory in what some are calling the match of the year against Melanie Gabriella.”
Sam stops and then the smile that had been on her face slowly begins to fade. “Then my last title defense, against Mercedes Vargas, I had the match under control and what happens but my number one contender had to insert herself into the mix and her distraction was the impetus that cost me my title by losing my focus,” sneers Sam as she clenches her fists and then slowly opens them again.
“This week though, this final Climax Control before Into the Void is going to be interesting to say the least. Oh not only is it going to be an explosive night, it is going to give me an opportunity like I have been wanting since last week. You see this week, I face Crystal Millar and J2H in a mixed tag team match. And I am tagging with the number one contender to the World Heavyweight title Despayre. If people didn’t know any better, they would probably be thinking that this is going to be a squash match where Despayre and I will be dominated by J2H and Crystal,” says Sam as she leans on the top rope, one finger slowly dragging along the rope. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news Crystal, I am motivated by a couple of emotions that thanks to you have been brought out in me. One is anger because you know you did cost me my title. Another is pity because at the first sign of ANYONE fighting back sends you scurrying like a scared little rabbit that can only talk tough when she knows there isn’t anyone around to answer her back.”
Sam then rolls her eyes at the camera. “And don’t get me started on the Twitter drama that she causes over and over again. Yeah, takes a big woman to sit behind a screen and type tough but when push comes to shove melts like taffy in the sun should anyone stand up or talk back. I mean one mean tweet reply and she falls to pieces and begins her ‘everyone is so mean to poor little me’ act that wore thin very quickly,” Sam adds with a smirk. “This is why I don’t get involved in the twitter drama…although you did give me a very good opening that one day but you did have it coming you know.”
Pushing away from the ropes, Sam moves to the middle of the ring and then motions at the spot on the midpoint of the canvas. “I don’t know about you Crystal but I do have to ask…are you ready for Climax Control? Are you ready to be laid out in the middle of this ring…right here and have the referee slap the canvas right by your head as I have you pinned and you have nowhere to run or hide from the loss I am going to be handing you. “
Sam tilts her head slightly as she talks directly to the camera as it pulls in to focus on the serious look she is offering the camera. “A win is a win is a win and this week I will be taking back the win you stole from me when I pin you one, two, and three.”
Almost as if it had been planned, Set me on Fire begins to play in the background which catches Sam’s attention and draws a soft laugh from the redhead who turns back to the camera once more with a smile. “Listen to that Crystal because you are going to be hearing it again real soon. Like at the end of our match when I get the win at Climax Control.”
The camera view comes in closer before ending up focused on Sam’s lips in their slightly puckered grin that ends up blowing a kiss at the camera before the video stops and the circle with the play arrow appears for the next video to start playing.