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Walking along the beach near the Cuban home of Ben Jordan, Sam Marlowe appears deep in thought as the mesh bag of groceries swings by her leg with each step. Not really paying attention to what is going on around her; she kicks up small clouds of sand which sends the gulls who are angrily squawking at her into a frenzy of flights and fights over scraps that had been disturbed with the soft kicks.
Dressed in a pair of faded denim shorts and a silvery blue bikini top, Sam has her head down reading something in her hand. Soft sea breezes blow the tendrils of curls that are escaping the messy ponytail she had her hair in and let them tickle along her cheeks which prove enough of a distraction from the smartphone in her hand. Using the hand holding the phone, she brushes them back before bringing the phone into view as the curls again blow lightly in the breeze.
“Dammit!” escapes from Sam as she stops and then putting the mesh bag over her wrist; she continues to mutter as her fingers fly over the keys. Pressing send, she begins the trek towards Ben’s home once more, this time tucking the phone into the pocket of the jeans. Getting closer and closer to the house, she can’t help but smile at the carnage that seems to be spilling out of it. People had flocked to the house to take part in the party that Ben had invited everyone to and like any good party, most had slept where they had fallen the night before.
Tiptoeing into the kitchen of the house, Sam sets the mesh bag of groceries on the counter and begins to unpack it. Softly humming to herself, Sam begins to search for pans and dishes to cook the breakfast she had brought back to the house. Mere moments later the sea breeze mixes with the scent of bacon frying as Sam begins to cut up the fresh fruit she had bought.
A bleary eyed Pussy Willow moves into the kitchen, her nose lifted as she inhales the scent of the bacon. Holding the counter across from Sam, she shoots her now smiling friend a glare. “Why are you so chipper?” she demands as she fights to pull out a barstool at the counter then fights her way up to the seat. “You were drinking just as much as I was last night.”
Sam nods slightly. “Yeah I started the night drinking and well let’s just say I decided that I needed to stop,” admits Sam as once more she begins to cut the fruit and sets it into a large bowl beside her.
Pussy’s eyes narrow as she takes in Sam who ducks her head as if to avoid any questions. Being the investigative journalist she is, Pussy leans forward and rests her arms on the counter as she confronts the redhead. “What do you mean you needed to stop Sam?” she asks.
Trying to avoid the question, Sam turns away to check on the bacon only to hear her name called from Pussy. Turning back, she puts both hands on the counter, leaning forward slightly as she does. “I tend to have a different sense of humor when I drink and I also have a very low tolerance of drama and BS and with the Dutch courage alcohol gives you, I tend to get a little…” Sam lets her voice fade as Pussy realizes what she is saying.
“So you sobered up so you wouldn’t say anything,” says Pussy as she points at Sam. “Man, you take good girl to the next level.”
“It wasn’t my party to be doing stuff like I was so I needed to stop,” Sam admits as she mixes the fruit in the bowl then slices a lemon to squeeze the juice over it. “This is Ben’s place and his party. Besides, what kind of a friend would I be if I let loose with what I really thought? So I found me a quiet little corner and watched the night unfold. Seriously, I had a pretty interesting night regardless.”
Sam stops talking as she continues to putter around the kitchen. Taking the bacon from the pan, she grabs a couple of eggs and sets them to frying. Turning around Sam is surprised by the hard look on Pussy’s face as the interviewer leans in again. “You can’t fool me Sam,” begins Pussy. “Friends are one thing but…”
Sam holds up her hand to stop the comment from Pussy. “Don’t even think it Pussy,” says Sam with a smile. “I don’t see Ben as anything other than a friend and I am sure that he doesn’t see me as anything either. Besides, I don’t have time for that kind of thing happening to me. I have my title to defend and I have classes starting this week. So let’s just let it go and not feed the rumor mill anymore.”
Pussy nods slowly, the look on her face indicating she was about to argue with Sam who deflects the argument by waving the strong scented bacon right under Pussy’s nose. Raising one eyebrow in question, Pussy brings her hand to her mouth as she gags slightly. Pussy pulls her hand away slightly, still gagging at the bacon grease and scent to say ``Sam, that wasn`t fair.” Losing the fight, Pussy scrambles off the stool and heads deeper into the house brushing past Ben Jordan who is walking into the room.
“What’s up with her?” asks Ben as he moves to grab a piece of bacon.
Sam shrugs as she puts her eggs on her plate and sets it on the counter. “I have no clue what,” says Sam as she turns back to turn off the stove. “I guess she just can’t handle being hung over,” she adds as she turns back to find Ben eating her breakfast. “HEY!” she exclaims as she reaches for the plate only to have Ben yank it out of the way of Sam’s grasp and takes another bite of the eggs and mumbles ‘what’ at the redhead who glares at Ben as the scene fades out.
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Sam Marlowe is LIVE!
Hello to all of my fans out there, Sam Marlowe here and I want to just let you know that coming up on Sunday is the 150th edition of SCW’s Climax Control. It is going to be a special night for sure because it is the night where we will raising money for the American Humane Society. Joining me that night will be my Askem…
The image of Sam holds up a small bundle of blonde fur as the softest squeak escapes the fennec fox who squirms against her cheek.
…Who is excited to be out and about with the rest of the pets of the superstars. He promises to be on his best behavior don’t you Askem?
But let’s talk about the show. This will be the first title defense of my second championship run and believe you me I am ready for it. After all this will be Crystal Millar’s chance that she sabotaged when she cost me the title the last time. See, if she hadn’t of interfered, this match would have happened at Into the Void in Tokyo and she would have gotten the title shot she kept crying about deserving. I don’t fault her in that because she did win the Blast from the Past and I was all set to face her at the supercard one on one. But she decided to cost me that match by helping Mercedes beat me for the title. I just have to ask you Crystal if you are listening…did costing me the title work for you?
Now, a little bit of history shall we? In Japan, I lost my title to Mercedes Vargas. And in Japan I lost a mixed tag match to Crystal. Okay, so it wasn’t a successful tour in Japan for me until the final night where I regained the title by pinning Crystal Millar in a triple threat match to once more become the Bombshell champion.
Now I am pretty sure that after that match Crystal probably went to management and demanded the one on one match she deserved for winning the Blast from the Past tournament and you know what, I am glad that the first defense of my title is that one on one shot she earned. It will be the opportunity that I need to prove to everyone that one on one I can beat Crystal Millar. Because trust me, I have heard the stories and I have seen the posts online about how Crystal Millar is the next big thing in SCW. Bravo Crystal, maybe you deserve to be called that. And maybe you might get a shot at my title but that is all you are going to have to deal with a shot at the title but not the win of the title.
I am the type of person that when you put a challenge in front of me I rise to it. Hell living with my sister, I had to work double hard to succeed which is why this title defense will be as intense as I need it to be to retain my title. All the naysayers say you are going to take the title because you are the best right now in the title picture. Each little comment to that effect, each little endorsement that you get just is another prod to retain. And not to be cocky but I consider you a challenge and will rise to it accordingly.
Sam looks determinedly into the camera before a smile crosses her face then is replaced by a concerned look.
I do also have to ask Crystal if you are going to be able to compete at Climax Control. I remember that TMZ talked about you in the hospital on your deathbed due to an allergic reaction to dogs that you had. And this week we are celebrating the Humane Society and from what I heard, there will be all sorts of animals there and I am sure some of them are going to be dogs. And if you knew me, you will know that I am someone that gets right into the charity event to help promote this very worthy cause. That is why I am worrying about you. I don’t want you to end up dying by getting your rightful title shot.
Now if you want to postpone the match to another night that won’t kill you, I will understand. I don’t know if Christian Underwood and Mark Ward would though. My suggestion to you would be to bring an EPI pen to ringside and I will ask that for our match that they have EMTs at ringside. Because let me tell you Crystal, if you do decide to go through with this match, I am going to do what I need to keep my title and I don’t want you to think that should you lose you will be able to say it was because the match went to the dogs.
Sam appears to giggle at that comment before wiping away the smile and get serious once more.
At Climax Control 150 you get to step up to me one on one and take your shot at my title. You get the title shot that everyone else got before you. Christian Underwood and Mark Ward fixed the mistake that you claimed they made by overlooking you. Bravo Crystal, the spotlight will be directly on you at Climax Control 150 when you step in the ring to face me for this…
Sam pulls the Bombshell title belt into view.
This is going to be the prize that the two of us are going to be fighting for in the match at Climax Control and as confident as you are and as confident that everyone else is that you are going to beat me I just have to tell you good luck Crystal because you are going to need it.
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The shuffling of feet and slamming of books landing on tables is blocked out by the headphones worn by Sam Marlowe as she tries to be invisible in the classroom setting. Having grabbed one of the higher seats in a corner with her back to the wall, she gives the class the once over as she opens her laptop. One light haired person returns her look, his dark eyes eyes narrowing slightly as if he was trying to figure out who she was. Suddenly the look changes with a slight shrug of his shoulders as he nods and waves slightly before turning to the girl beside him and sitting down.
Ducking behind the laptop screen, Sam rolls her eyes as she opens her email and reads some of the fan mail, losing herself in the comments of her fans and detractors. Suddenly she is tapped on the top of her screen by the person sitting in front of her and her attention is directed to the front where the professor can be seen getting ready to teach the class. Pulling the earbuds from her ears, she presses stop on the music and then rolls up the cord to lay it on the seat beside her where her bag is resting open.
“Good afternoon students,” says the professor as he moves towards the board and writes out the course name. Turning back to the now seated class, he smirks. “This class is about lovers and fighters and generally the soap operas of Shakespeare and we are going to immerse ourselves into those lives. So I have decided that for this term, you will have a partner to work with which I have chosen for you.”
That comment is met with groans and muttering from the students. From her perch, Sam can only imagine what or who her partner could be. The professor begins to call out names as her focus moves once more to her email.
“Well now this is interesting…Christopher Marlowe is our next pairing. Ironic wouldn’t you say?” asks the professor with a smirk. Sam’s attention had been caught by the mention of her name but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out who Christopher was. “At the end of class I want you to join your partner and introduce yourselves,” he adds before turning back to the board and beginning to write.
After the class was dismissed, Sam Marlowe stood packing her bag and tossed it over her shoulder only to hear a soft ‘oomph’ which sends her spinning to see the man who had looked at her earlier. Up close she could see his eyes were a dark blue.
“I am sooo sorry about that,” she says as she holds up her hand towards his chest but curls it into a fist as she offers him an apologetic smile. “Sometimes I don’t know my own strength.”
Coughing slightly as he tries to catch his breath he waves off the apology. “Don’t worry about it. I shouldn’t have been standing so close,” he replies with a half-smile. “I was asking around and you are that Marlowe person that the prof mentioned earlier aren’t you?” he adds.
“Yeah, I’m Samantha Marlowe,” Sam answers as she tosses her hand out for a handshake. “I guess I should go and try to find the person that I am partnering with this term,” she says as the hand she extends is caught up by the man in front of her.
“You found him,” he says as he gently pumps her hand in greeting. “Montgomery Christopher at your service,” he adds with a bit of a wink before continuing. ”But most of my friends call me Monte.”
Sam lets an answering smile cross her face. “Nice to meet you Montgomery,” she says. “Most of my friends call me Sam although there are a couple of nick names out there for me from friends.” Shouldering the bag better, she takes a slow breath and then looks at the door then back to Montgomery. “I really hate to introduce myself and run but I have somewhere I need to be right now.”
“It’s all good but I wanted to talk to you about this project we have to work on,” says Montgomery as he moves slightly to allow Sam to move by him. As she does, he follows her slowly. “Prof said he wasn’t our ideas before the next class which is in like two days,” Monte adds.
Sam gives him a sideways glance as the pair leaves the classroom and move into the hallway. Taking a slow breath she looks both ways then upwards before turning to look at the young man who smiles at her again as if apologizing and gloating all in one. “Listen, I have to go and do an interview for something but if you want to come along we can go for a coffee afterwards.”
“Interview? Wow, are you famous or something?” he asks.
“Something like that,” says Sam as she gives him a suspicious look. “You really don’t know who I am do you?”
“No, should I?” he says as he shoulders his own bag as the pair begins to walk along the hallway. “Wait, you aren’t kidding are you?” he continues as the smirk changes to a look of surprise which causes Sam to laugh.
“If you are going to be coming with me I guess I better tell you who I am,” Sam offers as she pushes open the door to the parking lot. Moving towards her car, she opens it and tosses the book bag on the back seat. Once that is done, she turns back to Monte who is looking at her curiously. “I’m the Bombshell champion for this wrestling company based here in Vegas,” she offers only to be met with a chuckle.
“Yeah, you are a wrestler,” scoffs Monte which only causes Sam to turn and grab a second bag. “I mean I would have thought maybe you did a bit of modeling or fitness or somethi…” Sam holds the title out towards him which causes his voice to trail off. “I don’t believe it!” he says emphatically as Sam gently places the belt on the seat.
“Believe it,” she responds. “I am on my way to do an interview with my friend Pussy Willow because I have a title match this week on Climax Control. Kind of comes with the territory of being champion. So if you don’t want to come with me, we can make arrangements to meet afterward.”
“I’ll come with you,” he jokes. “After all it isn’t every day that you get a chance to see stuff like this.” He motions at the car. “Do you want me to come with you? If so, you will have to drive me back for my car later. Or I can follow you either way I ain’t going to believe it til I see it Sam.”
Shaking her head, she motions into the vehicle as she pulls open the door. “Hop in and I will bring you back later. I can’t believe that I am doing this,” she mutters as Monte moves around the car and climbs inside. Once buckled up, Sam puts the car in gear and pulls out of the parking lot.
About twenty minutes later, Sam pulls up to the Gold Coast Casino where Pussy Willow can be seen standing talking with a cameraman. The cameraman points at Sam’s car as she kills the engine. Pussy moves towards the car with a smile.
“About time you got here Sam, we don’t have all night you know,” says Pussy before turning to the young man who exits the car. “And who do we have here? Hmmm?”
Sam shoots a look at Monte then back to Pussy Willow who seems to be devouring him with her eyes. “Be gentle Pussy, this is Montgomery who is my new study partner for one of my classes. My professor seemed to get a kick out of our name combination,” says Sam as she reaches into the car. Monte comes around and holds out his hand for Pussy who smirks and shakes his hand. Turning back to Sam she becomes all business.
“Okay Sammi, this is going to have to be hard hitting since you are facing Crystal and we both know how that woman is ,” says Pussy as she walks towards the casino with Sam who shoulders the belt and joins her. Monte moves to open the door which causes Pussy to flirt with him by gently chucking him under the chin and winking at him. Monte blushes slightly as Sam giggles before Pussy begins to talk once more. “Let’s get set up and we will do this.”
The pair of women head into the main room where the set-up has been done for Climax Control. In the ring is a pair of chairs that Pussy leads Sam to. Climbing on her own seat, Pussy fluffs out her hair as she waits for Sam to join her. Monte meanwhile moves to the ringside area and sits down a few rows back to watch.
“We are taping in three…two…one…”
“This is Pussy Willow and I am here with the two time bombshell champion Sam Marlowe who this week is defending her title against the Blast from the Past winner Crystal Millar. Sam I have to ask, there are a lot of people out there that don’t think you have what it takes to beat Crystal. Your thoughts?” asks Pussy.
Sam thinks for a moment then puts a hand on the belt that is resting on her lap. “I know that people don’t put much stock in what I do in that ring. After all I was the underdog the first time I challenged for the belt and I beat Mikah. Then everyone said that I was the underdog in the match at Into the Void and I stepped up my game and pinned the person I am facing on Climax Control, Crystal Millar in the middle of the ring to win this title for the second time. And now she gets her one on one match and once more people are saying that I am in the underdog position again but do you know what Pussy, I like being in the position because when I face a challenge like I am faxing on Sunday, I just tend to bring everything I got and do the unthinkable and win,” says Sam as she smiles. “And you better believe that I am ready for Sunday because I am sure of one thing and one thing only.”
Pussy pulls the microphone back towards herself. “One thing Sam, and what is that one thing?” she questions.
“That is the fact that I am coming to Climax Control to prove one thing to the world and that is that I am not a fluke champion or a paper champion like some people seem to imply. I will defend the title in the ring and successfully retain but I do have my reservations Pussy if I am honest.”
The response clearly surprises Pussy who leans back with a questioning look on her face. Sam leans forward and speaks again. “I mean Pussy, this week we are honoring the Humane society and there are bound to be some dogs there that night.”
Realization passes over Pussy’s face as she pulls the microphone to her lips. “That’s right Sam, and isn’t Crystal fatally allergic to dogs?”
“If TMZ is to be believed she is and I have to wonder what will happen if she gets to close to them or even worse, I end up contaminated by dog hair because both of us know I can’t seem to resist cute animals,” offers Sam only to be interrupted by Pussy who winks at Monte as she says that she can see that. “Pussy, I am really concerned for Crystal who could possibly die at Climax Control.”
Pussy turns back to Sam and nods seriously. “So what is that going to mean for you? Will it mean that you used any excuse to win the title? Because we know that is what Crystal will probably say if she loses to you,” states the interviewer as she leans forward with the microphone.
“I don’t want to say that she would do something like that Pussy but this is Crystal Millar and we know that she has said before that they were all against her by passing over her shot for others that were not deserving to get the shot,” begins Sam as her hand rests possessively on the belt, one fingers tracing along the nameplate. “I don’t doubt that if she loses, she will try to say that they stacked the deck against her. I have offered to let her have her shot at another show where her health wouldn’t be at risk but I have heard nothing from her so I guess that means she will be stepping in the ring and taking her chances with this title shot.”
The redhead looks concerned as she gently pulls the belt closer. “I seriously don’t want to win if it means that I will hear over and over again that she lost because she almost died due to a dog allergy. So once more I put it out there, Crystal tell management that your life is more important than this belt. Ask them for a raincheck and face me when you won’t have to worry about your allergies.”
Even the earnestness of Sam Marlowe can’t move Pussy who does look sympathetic but shakes her head sadly. “We both know Sam that she won’t do that and if she did, upper management won’t allow it. So you better be prepared to defend that title at Climax Control.”
“Believe me Pussy, I will be more than ready to defend it,” responds Sam with a smile. “Just because I can sympathize with the fact that Crystal will be taking her life in her hands, I also know that I am not going to let the challenge go. I won the title in Japan and I will retain the title in our first match back on American soil. I am not going to let this title go!“
From the floor a wolf whistle is heard as Monte leans forward, his arms on the seat in front of him as he grins. The two women turn towards him who makes him smirk and lean back. “Couldn’t help it,” he jokes. “You just sound so confident.”
Pussy laughs as Monte puts both arms over the backs of the seats beside him. Sam rolls her eyes, all pretense of seriousness lost at the enthusiasm shown by her study partner. Pussy holds up a hand as she motions towards Monte. “I think we have enough here Sam, why don’t you go and I’ll stay and edit this for the show. Besides I don’t think Monte here wants to listen to us talk about the business.” Sparing a glance at Monte who is looking around the venue, Pussy leans forward. “And I think that you need to get to know this man better,” she offers in a soft voice.
Sam’s eyes widen as she realize what Pussy is saying. She tries to hide blush that covers her cheeks behind her hair as Pussy laughs. “Pussy!” exclaims Sam. “I am not that kind of girl!”
Pussy looks around Sam at Monte who has occupied himself with his book bag. Leaning back and moving closer to Sam, Pussy whispers “I could be if he was my study partner. Have fun girl.”
Sam gets off the seat and moves to the side of the ring to set the belt on the apron then slide through the ropes to drop to the floor. Grabbing her title, she turns back to Pussy in the ring with a wave. “See you Sunday,” Sam calls as she moves towards Monte. “So what do you think?” she teases as she waves towards the pair in the ring , her motions taking in the venue.
Monte’s lips press together as his eyes follow her wave, taking in the casino and ring. His head slowly begins to nod. “Interesting…very interesting. But it gives me a whole new appreciation for you,” Monte says as the two of them move towards the exit. “Who knew I would be paired up with someone like you but if this is who you are, I think I could get to like this partnership. Unless you will put me in a wrestling hold if I don’t do my part of the work?” he asks with a teasing grin.
Sam’s eyes roll at the blatant teasing. “If you aren’t careful I will end up showing you the difference between a wrist watch and a wrist lock,” she teases back in a friendly way. “Come on, I’ll drive you back,” she offers as she pushes open the door and waves him through. Monte brushes past her and out the door followed by Sam who lets the door close blocking the pair from view.
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A room can be seen with row upon row of silvery cages. In the silence, the sounds of snuffling and whimpers can be heard with the occasional bark being heard. Suddenly a hand moves into the shot and opens one of the cage doors. The same hand reaches inside the cage to pull out a small puppy who wiggles and whines before being pulled into an embrace. The camera pans away to reveal Sam Marlowe is holding the puppy and stroking the soft fur.
“This is Arlo and he is one of the many dogs at the Humane Society here in Las Vegas. He’s one of the reasons that the Bombshells and Superstars of Sin City Wrestling are supporting the Humane Society at the historical 150th Climax Control. That night we will be in the ring wrestling for these little guys and we want you to donate to this worthy charity,” says Sam as she wrinkles her nose and brings it close to the puppy’s. The dog wiggles closer and begins to lick her face causing her to giggle.
“Donations made at Climax Control will be used to help dogs like Arlo and all his other friends here at the Humane Society…so we want you to give generously,” says Sam as she walks to the middle of the room and sits down on the floor. Once she does, the sounds of cages being opened and the clicking of nails on the hard floor indicate a stampede of animals.
Suddenly Sam is swarmed by the dogs and is knocked backwards and under a puppy pile. Her laughter mixes with the whining and barking of the dogs. The director of the shoot yells cut and handlers come to rescue Sam who is smiling as she gently pushes the last of the puppies away enough to get to her feet. Once on her feet, she moves towards a table where a few bottles of water can be seen.
As she approaches it from one side, Rocky Mountains moves in from the other side. “Imagine meeting you here,” says Rocky with a smile. “Could I get an interview from the Bombshell Champion?”
Sam takes a bottle of water and opening it, takes a slow sip then nods in the affirmative. “Sure, let’s do this,” she says as Rocky pulls a camera from her purse and turns it to begin filming Sam who smiles.
From behind the camera, Rocky begins to speak. “This week Sam you are taking on Crystal Millar a woman that most say could be taking your title on Sunday. What do you have to say to the people out there that are expecting a new champion?”
“Well Rocky, as much as people tend to write me off when it comes to defending this title, you have to admit when the chips are down I tend to step my game up. And believe you me, the chips are down on Sunday,” offers Sam as she takes another sip of the water. “Don’t get me wrong, I know what I am stepping into but nobody seems to have faith that I can do it,” adds Sam.
“Don’t be like that Sam, there must be people out there that are saying you will win,” says Rocky as Sam just shakes her head.
“Trust me Rocky, everyone is saying this is Crystal’s to win and maybe just maybe it is,” offers Sam. Using one hand to brush her hair off her cheek, she continues. “I don’t really care what the odds are and how many are saying that Crystal will beat me. The only person that can beat me this week on Climax Control is myself. I mean I could stand here and talk about how she beat me and how I beat her but when push comes to shove, it is going to be the two of us one on one in that ring and when the dust settles, there will be only one person holding the title when it is through and I am fixing for that person to be me!”
Rocky nods as she films Sam who is looking towards the animals that are being set up for the next shot. “Sam, how comfortable are you with the fact that Crystal Millar has been relatively quiet about the match?”
“Oh Rocky, she may have been quiet about the match but that doesn’t mean she has been quiet all week,” offers Sam. “I have been watching twitter and trust me she hasn’t been quiet at all. Crying about how she needs her husband who isn’t talking to her and they share the same house. Complaining that she needs more friends…with a friend like her, who needs enemies? Seriously Rocky, as much as she has been front and center with her life I don’t think that I will take her lightly because she does hold a win over me in a mixed tag match. And I hold a win over her in a triple threat. Sunday night’s match will be one on one and then she won’t have any excuse if she loses because she finally got what she was asking for all along.”
Rocky Mountains gives Sam a hard look which is returned with a look that speaks volumes about the confidence of the bombshell champion. A slow smile begins to cross Sam’s lips as she is called over to finish another promotion for the charity. Patting Rocky on her arm, Sam moves off with a soft apology.
As she joins the director, she is handed a pair of kittens who begin to climb on her as she listens to what she is needing to say. Rocky watches as the shoot happens.
This week on Climax Control 150, the bombshells and superstars of Sin City Wrestling are fighting for the Humane Society. We are asking for your support for this very worthy charity. Open up your hearts and checkbooks, you won’t be sorry at all…”
The scene fades out on Sam Marlowe being clawed as a kitten crawls up her shoulder to butt his nose against her ear with a soft meow that brings a smile to the face of the Bombshell champion which is the last thing seen as the scene fades out.