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Climax Control Archives / Luna, shots have been fired and war declared-Are you ready for this?

« on: March 15, 2024, 11:15:04 PM »

Backstage at Climax Control, a group breaks through the curtain trying to herd someone away from the curtain and towards the locker room.  The group made up of security and a handful of SCW bombshells are forcing a livid redhead who keeps trying to break through them towards the bombshell locker room.  To one side, Sin City Wrestling owners, Christian Underwood and Mark Ward appear to be talking about something as a shout from security is heard.

“Jesus!  Redheads and their tempers,” exclaims one of the security as he is hit by a wild swing from Sam Marlowe.  The redhead is trying to fight her way out of the crowd and seems to be almost feral in her anger.

“Lemme go…I ain’t done with that Luna!” argues Sam as she backs away looking for an opening to rush past the group of bombshells who are ready for anything.   Christian turns to look toward Sam and then back at Mark Ward before moving toward the group just as Sam launches herself at the bombshells in an effort to get loose and find Luna.

“Sam…Sam..SAMANTHA!” calls Christian who manages to get the redhead’s attention as she turns to look at him, a wild look in her eyes that forces Christian to step back slightly before surging forward and motioning for her to calm down.  “Listen Samantha, I saw what happened out there and I…” he begins only to be cut off by Sam.

“Y’all saw that huh?” she growls out.  “That…witch cost me my match…then she decided to try and get to Ben once more but I wasn’t going to let that happen again,” adds Sam with a slight self depreciating smirk of pride at how she had attacked Luna to save Ben.  “Now, if y’all don’t mind…I’m fixin’ to get some furniture movin’ up in this place.”

Christian and Mark share a confused look then both stare at Sam.  “What are you on about Sam?” questions Mark Ward.  “Furniture moving?”

Sam turns to glimpse at the curtain to the ring and answers over her shoulder as she edges toward it.  “Furniture movin’ is something that happens when I need to beat a lesson into someone.  Means that I am gonna toss Luna around like a ragdoll and knock the stuffing out of her.”  Sam sees the curtain move and lunges towards it expecting Luna to be there only to pull up short when it is Ben Jordan who moves through the curtain. 

“Hold up there Ginge…where are you planning to go?” he jokes as he checks her over and notes her anger simmering. 

“If you must know Ben, I am going to find Luna and finish what we started out there,” admits Sam as Ben puts his hands on the shoulders of Sam to turn her back toward the locker room. “So is she still out there?”  Ben shakes his head and guides her back towards Christian and Mark who motioned to the pair. 

“Samantha, I have to say that you didn’t back down out there but I have to say that you disrupting the show like that and forcing us to empty the locker rooms to get between the two of you and Alexander Raven and Luna,” says Christian with a hint of anger, “Tell me why I shouldn’t punish you hmmm.”

Ben keeps his hands on the shoulder of Sam from behind as she bounces from foot to foot, adrenaline still spiking in her system.  Jordan tries to calm her down enough before he answers.  “Because it wasn’t us that started it.”

“Ben’s right…this was all started by Alexander Raven and he pulled Luna into it,” says Sam.  “And when she attacked Ben, you did nothing so being his friend, I figured that I should!” Sam adds in an accusatory tone that draws a frown from Christian as Mark Ward crosses his arms over his chest.

“Be careful Sam,” warns Mark Ward as he nods toward Christian.  “I hope you remember what he put you through when we suspended you before…don’t make me let him figure out something worse.”

Sam stops for a moment to turn her attention to the owners and then takes a deep breath and closes her eyes to try and calm herself.  Ben notices his friend is still vibrating with emotion but releases her shoulders to rub along her neck trying to release the tension.  Pulling his hand away, he notices a slight stain of rusty red on his hands of dried blood.

Christian smiles at the memory of the tasks he had Sam doing in the past but then shakes himself and once more focuses on Sam and Ben.  “Well if you must know, we have decided to announce a match with you two,” begins Christian as he motions at Sam and Ben, “facing the Conspiracy in a mixed tag team streetfight at Blaze of Glory.  You can settle it there and beat the hell out of each other to your heart’s desire.”

Ben and Sam share a glance before Sam turns back to Christian.  “I like that idea,” offers Sam slowly.  “But like I said, I am not wanting to wait until Blaze of Glory to get a little payback.  I’m feeling a little bit froggy tonight after Luna cost me the match and then the brawl.”

Mark Ward shakes his head.  “I had security send the Conspiracy out of the arena after that punch up,” he says.  “But I can understand you Sam, had times meself when I wanted to batter a mug or two.  So let’s see how we can fix it for you.  Tell you what…Next week, you will have a match to work it out of your system.  It will be you versus Luna in a grudge match.  Now, I noticed that you have yet to be checked out by medical so get yourself looked at will you?”

Sam starts to shake her head no but Ben leans down and says something to her which stops her.  Looking back up at Ben, she narrows her eyes and mumbles Prat as she turns and looks deeper into the backstage area to where she might find the medics.  Not looking at Christian and Mark, she heads in the direction of the EMTs as the two owners look at Ben.  “What did you say to her??” demands Christian as he moves to stand beside Ben. 

“I just told her that if she didn’t get checked out, she was going to have to pay for the pub tonight,” admits Ben with a grin.  “Oh and that I would tell Bear on her and he would make her pay twice.”

Ben chuckles as he heads after Sam leaving Christian confused and Mark Ward laughing at the look of confusion on his face.

I have just one thing to say to you Luna.   

Bless your heart.

You have managed to do something that no other bombshell here in Sin City Wrestling has managed to do.  You have gotten under my skin enough that I can not…no, I WILL not let it go because you deserve to have someone put you in your place.  And to quote Doc Holiday…I’m your huckleberry. 

I want you to know Luna that for most of my career, I have walked into the ring and once the match was over, I could shake their hand and move on to my next challenge.  Nothing was brought out of the ring when the match was done.  I never needed to react to anything like you have me reacting now.  Because I never had the burning desire to actually bring a grudge out of the ring with me. 

But that has changed.  Oh boy has it changed.  See, when it comes to my friends, I tend to be the one that will do whatever it takes to defend them when someone like you decides to insert yourself into something that isn’t in your best interests.  I get it, you seem to think that your man needed you to back him up because he knew that Ben had his number.  So you gave him that low blow that you got away with.  I don’t know if you were lucky or if Christian just wasn’t paying attention to you.  I was however and that just poked the bear and when I saw that you didn’t get punished for putting your dirty hands on a member of the superstar roster, I made myself a promise.  Ben was not going to be alone when Alexander had you. 

And you must have felt the tingle up your spine as you decided that because I have Ben’s back now, you needed to get one step ahead of me to hurt him again.  Surprised you didn’t I when I came out of the crowd and speared you before you could get to him.   And I am sure that you were thinking that I was an easy person to beat since you had gotten the drop on me earlier in the night. 

As much as you may like to think that you are as extreme as you are…I want to remind you of something that a lot of the other bombshells already know.  I have participated in some of the most violent matches in Sin City Wrestling because I am a multi-time Bombshell Roulette champion.  Extreme is something I understand.  And no matter who you think you can be when it comes to extremes, I will tell you that it isn’t going to be extreme enough.

This coming week, Christian has given me a Saint Patrick’s Day gift of being able to step in the ring with you before Blaze of Glory.  Sadly, it ain’t going to be a regular match-up, oh no.  It is going to be a grudge match and y’all want to know what that means to me?  It means that I am going to be able to take out my anger on you.  It will just whet my appetite to destroy you where you stand.  But it won’t be able to give me my ultimate desire in ending the threat you pose.  But it is only a few more weeks before I can fulfill that desire.

So Sunday, when I get in the ring it is going to be you and me and Luna I already know just what you may have planned.  I am not coming into this match with my eyes closed and preconceived notions of this being a fair match.  If you ask me Luna, this match is going to be nothing but a knock down drag out fight.  I am fixin’ to make it a come apart Jesus meeting where  I am going to tear into y’all and you are going to be beggin’ the good gosh Almighty for mercy because you ain’t gonna get any from me.

I am telling you now…that when it comes to you Luna…I am going to enjoy making you pay again…and again…and again!   

Sam Marlowe can be seen walking towards a door,  Dressed in a pair of dark tights, black boots and a hoodie that is pulled up over her head hiding her face, she slowly reaches out for the handle of the door only to have her hand grabbed. Turning swiftly, Sam pulls back her fist ready to strike out at whoever had grabbed her. 

“Whoa hang on there Sam,” says a recognizably Quebecois accented voice.  “You called me remember but what are you doing skulling around dressed like that?  Trying to be some kind of vigilante comic book hero or something?  I thought that was Ben’s job,” jokes the woman as she tucks some hair behind her ear.

Sam straightens up and shakes her arm out after it is released by the woman who had approached from the side.  Vixen Staggs is standing there in fatigues, a dark tee knotted in the back and black wrestling boots.  Sam offers her a smile as she pushes the hood off her head. 

“Actually I am trying to avoid this guy that seems to be stalking me.  Everywhere I go, there he is taking video or pictures of me.  And it only gets worse from there,” she offers as Vixen unlocks the Dungeon and motions Sam inside.  Sam ducks her head and looks around herself and enters.

“So why have you got a stalker?  I thought you were married and everyone knows it,” inquires Vixen as she pulls off the fatigue jacket and tosses it over the back of her chair in the office that she had guided Sam to.  Sitting down, she pulls the chair closer to the desk and then lifts her feet to rest them on the desk.  Sam sits opposite her and raises her eyebrow at the feet there which has Vixen pulling them down.

“Yeah I am married but this is not something that Colton would be doin’ I don’t think.  After all, he seems to be more focused on his movie shoot right now.  At least I hope he is.  See, Cyn and Monty…” begins Sam as Vixen hmphs in disgust.  “Seems that they are doin’ their darnedest to get between me and Camo.  I told them to stop but every week there is something else that they have done.  One week it was telling Colton about how Ben and I were more than friends…another week it was Monty gettin’ all grabby handed.  I tell you Vix, I seriously am ready to just kick those two out of my life.  If I wasn’t so sure they got the message, I would swear that they are behind the TMZ  BS.”

“Oh?  I was meaning to ask you about that but you seem to be too busy to chat,” answers Vixen.  “I have been watching and saw that you have been having some issues with a certain person deciding to get froggy.”

Sam nods as she crosses her legs and leans back.  “Yeah, Luna Pasilno is dancin’ on my last nerve.  And if you ask me I need to be getting ready to face her this week.”

“And this is why you reached out to me huh?” asks Vixen as she steeples her fingers and rests them against her lips.  “You want someone to get your ready for the supercard that knows how to really get extreme right?”

“I was hoping you would be offering,” answers Sam with a grin.  “But also wanted to get some pointers on what I am going to need to do to handle this week when I face her in a grudge match without destroying her and putting the streetfight in jeopardy.  If I wreck Blaze of Glory’s card, I reckon that Christian Underwood will have me selling popcorn for months.  So, how do I remain calm enough to beat Luna without actually beating her bad enough to take her out.”

“Voyons, it is that bad?” says Vixen as she tilts her head slightly.  “You sound like you want to kill this Luna.  Ostie, are you sure you should be talking to me or should I call Spike?”  Sam giggles at that, but the laughter doesn’t reach her eyes.  Vixen doesn’t notice as she gets to her feet and moves around the desk.  “Listen Sam, for the grudge match, just remember that it is a warm up for the match at Blaze of Glory and if you get too outside of your comfort zone, bring it right back to your kind of match.  I get the high flying crazy person you can be but..”

“She’s a high flyer too,” interrupts Sam.  “Although I suspect that she won’t be looking to fly so much as wanting to make me suffer as much as she can.  And trust me, I am so ready for that after last week.”  Unconsciously, Sam brings her hand up to rub at the side of her head as she relives the pain from the brawl at Climax Control. 

“Interesting,” mumbles Vixen as she watches Sam.  “Let’s go and take some time to discuss just what you are going to need this week at Climax Control.  Do you think you are going to be causing some damage or are you going to make this just the warm up?”

“If I had the choice..both,” Sam says with a raised eyebrow.  “But this week, I will settle for just beating her in the ring and save the violence for Blaze of Glory.”

With that, Sam rises to her feet and turns to head out into the gym area.  Vixen watches her go as Sam pulls off the hoodie to reveal a halter that barely covers the fading bruises on her body.  Shaking her head, she follows Sam out of the office and into the gym,

“So how are you going to train me to go to extremes that I suspect Luna wants to take me to?” asks Sam as they begin to stretch out for training.  Beside her, Vixen is bent double as she turns her head to look at Sam.

“Well I don’t suppose you remember when I was Crimson and won the Nightmare championship and the matches that I would take part in,” Vixen asks.  “They were bloody and violent but I don’t think you need to go that far.  Besides if you do, then something is going to have to give…either you beat the villan or become the villain yourself.”

“Oh em gee Vix…quoting Batman?  Really?” teases Sam.

“It was actually Harvey Dent Sam,” retorts Vixen as she straightens upward and then rolls her neck.  “But I am serious Sam, you have to realize that the fact you are a face and haven’t really been heelish is going to work against you in this match.  Being a goodie good will not allow you to counter just what a regular heel can bring to this match.  Tell me that Luna won’t think of how she might cheat to win this match.  Are you ready for that?”

Sam stops to think about what Vixen had just said.  Sucking her lower lip between her teeth, Sam sighs as she begins to nod at Vixen’s comment.  “You are right Vix, I don’t know how to really be a heel but I think I just have to let my emotions go and run with the fire that my anger causes and that could help me right?”

Vixen looks at Sam who now doesn’t look as confident as when she stepped into the ring,  “Yeah, anger could help you.  Voyons donc,” says Vixen as she gets into position to lock up with Sam.  “Ready?” 

Sam’s head snaps to the side from the surprise slap of Vixen.  Sam’s hand rises and rubs at her cheek.  “What the heck Vix?” questions Sam as Vixen spins with a round house kick that Sam barely avoids by throwing herself to the side.  Vixen crouches as she glares at Sam who has a look of disbelief on her face.

“Is Luna going to play nice?” taunts Vixen who explodes at a slowly rising Sam taking her off her feet with a vicious clothesline.  “Fight back Sam!  Don’t let me beat you like Luna will.  I am not going to let you win if you don’t fight!”

Sam kips to her feet and glares as Vixen stalks towards her.  Not even thinking, Vixen launches herself at Sam who catches her with a clothesline that rocks the older woman backwards.  Rolling to her hands and knees, Vixen smirks up at her friend.  “Very good Sam, how did that feel?”

“Like I need to do it again,” jokes Sam as she motions for Vixen to take her hand and stand.  Vixen grabs the hand and rises slowly as Sam then spins her around into armbar.  The scene fades out on the sound of Vixen’s laughter as the two lock up once more.

     

It is getting closer and I for one am starting to realize that I am actually looking forward to our match this week Luna.  I am thinking that maybe just maybe I have moved beyond just wanting to beat you down for everything you have been doing .  Maybe I am above looking for revenge and just want to go out there and face you one on one in a regular match…

Good lord, how I was able to say that with a straight face I will never know.  Because if you ask me Luna, there is nothing I want more than to continue what we started last week and guess what…this week it is sanctioned by SCW.  They are permitting me to make you hurt in that ring on Climax Control this Sunday.  Do you understand what that says about our match when I say that I want to hurt you?

I have never gone into a match let alone a fight wanting to hurt someone so much.  Like I said earlier in the week, you hurt my friend…you have to pay.  Now I am quite sure that you are just salivating at the fact that the two of us will be in the ring this Sunday and we can continue that little dance we started last week.  And I am sure you have been thinking that maybe you are going to be ready for it as much as I am.  In that you would be wrong. 

I haven’t done anything but fester about that fight we started last week and I realized that it wasn’t a fight, it was the opening battle of a war that I am going to be bringing to you for what you have done and what you represent.  I never have been in a situation like this before however, I have been studying you and I have seen what you are capable of.  And I have felt it too. 

You definitely have violence down to an art and I will be the first to admit that the pain you inflicted did make me pause for all of one minute until I remembered that you struck my friend from behind.  But not only did you attack Ben Jordan, you decided to interfere in my match to cost me the win with a pair of brass knuckles to knock me out.  Congratulations Luna…shots were fired and war is now declared.  And being fromTexas, you have to know that when it comes to a fight, there are no better fighters than Texans. 

Normally right about now I would be talking about just what I want to look forward to, where I want to go next.  Right now there is no next for me.  Right now it is only you and me.  And trust me, there will be nothing less than total warfare in that ring this week.  But don’t worry Luna, it may be war but I am going to save something for Blaze of Glory. 

And I am sure that you are going to be there in case your man wants to do another sneak attack on Ben but know this, he will not be alone.  If Alex wants to get froggy, if you want to jump too…know that we will be ready for it and when that happens, know that we won’t let you get away with it, no, you will realize that karma will be reaching out to you and it will be me delivering that karma with my fists. 

So Luna, I am ready for what could happen this week.

Are you?    

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Climax Control Archives / Ice Cream, and Plain Talk and TMZ - Oh my

« on: March 08, 2024, 11:45:13 PM »

”How could you not be there for him!” 

A disgruntled redhead is seen charging down the hall towards the gorilla area, muttering angrily to herself.  Sam Marlowe growls slightly as she is blocked by techs and others before she can make her way down the hallway.  As she manages to get past the majority of the people, Pussy Willow steps up in front of her with a look of concern.

“Sam, did you see what happened to Ben?” she asks with a look towards the ring area.  “I swear that Alexander Raven must have had that planned all along to have Luna do that.  I am surprised that you weren’t there to help.”

Sam hangs her head as she sighs.  “Yes Pussy, I saw and I also should have been there but Ben said he wanted to step out there and well, I shouldn’t have let him go alone.  I swear to you Pussy, I am not going to let something like that go.  I am telling you now that Luna doesn’t know what she has started with that low blow.”

“But Ben can’t put his hands on her!” exclaims Pussy. 

“Maybe he can’t but I sure as hellfire can,” vows Sam as she slams a closed fist into her other hand.  “And let me just make this promise to you and for everyone’s understanding.  When a bombshell decides to involve herself with MY friend Ben Jordan, it is like wavin’ a red flag in front of a bull.  And when that happens, I definitely will respond in ways they won’t like at all.”

Pussy’s eyes widen in surprise at the anger displayed by Sam who rolls her neck before seeing Ben move gingerly through the curtain.  Offering Pussy an apologetic smile, she heads towards where Ben had sank into the nearest chair.  Putting her hand on the shoulder of her friend, Sam speaks to him.

“Ben!  I am so sorry…”

Sam snaps her fingers and turns to the fourth wall and has a proud look on her face.

“I suggest you go and check out what happened between Ben and I backstage.  Oh and if you are ever talking to Ben, let him know that I was able to do the snappy fingers thing,” boasts Sam before holding her hand up ready to snap once more but stops.

“Oh and let him know that I also learned how to change scenes with the snap too!” exclaims Sam as she snaps her fingers.

The interior of an old-fashioned ice cream parlor is seen as the sound of bells ring out as the pair of Ben Jordan and Sam Marlowe walk into the shop talking softly with Ben still a little slow and Sam still watching him with a concerned look on her face with her hands tucked into the front pocket of a University of Nevada hoodie.  The pair move to the counter where a young man dressed in a rather gaudy uniform and hat asks what he can get for the pair.

“Mint Chocolate Chip,” says Ben with a gleam in his eyes as he holds up two fingers.  “Two pints.  And what did you want Ginge?”

Sam looks at the array of ice cream in front of her and then gently points down at the salted caramel ice cream and smiles.  “Y’all can get me two scoops of the salted caramel.  But the ice cream Ben is on me, why don’t you go and find us a booth?” she suggests as she reaches for a pair of long spoons and hands them to the English man.

Ben nods and turns to spy out a spot and smiles as he spies the last booth on the end and motions at Sam who has been handed one of the mint chocolate chip pints which she hands to Ben.  He walks towards the booth and slides inside, disappearing as Sam waits for the other two orders of ice cream.  Moments later, with her hands full, she arrives at the table to find Ben sitting there, a somewhat blissful look on his face and no ice cream to be seen. 

“Wow, y’all must like Mint Chocolate Chip,” she teases as she sets down the second pint of it in front of Ben.  He picks up the spoon and traces it through the ice cream on the table.  Sam slides into the booth looking at the table and not seeing the pint.  “How did you eat that other pint so quickly?”

“Actually Ginge…haven’t eaten it yet…” offers Ben with a glance downward.  “Using it for first aid at the moment and it is working like a charm.” 

“Oh my goodness, Prat!  Tell me no one has seen you put it there…I mean…” Sam sputters as a blush rushes up her cheeks. Sam looks downward to hide her embarrassment only to hear her phone buzzing.  She pulls it out of her hoodie.

“Text from the mister?” wonders Ben as she reads the note. 

“Nope,” Sam replies, popping the “p”.  “Just an email with the card for next Sunday’s Climax Control.  Looks like I have myself a match and so do you.  You’re facing Aiden Reynolds and I have a match against Harper Mason,” says the redhead as she picks up her spoon and slides it through the treat in front of her. 

Ben looks interested in his ice cream and not in the card for the next show.  Sam brings the spoon to her lips and turning it over, savors the ice cream.  Pulling the spoon out of her mouth she points it at Ben.  “Hey, isn’t Harper Mason the rookie Bombshell that you talked to about coming to me for some training or pointers or something?”

“Yeah, so it is going to be a banger of a match because the two of you know each other’s moves,” offers Ben before taking a bite of his ice cream. 

“You would think so…if she had come to train with me but I never saw her,” replies Sam as she takes another bite then begins to trail her spoon through the melting ice cream.  “Only thing I know about her is that she is Jessie Salco’s cousin and that she has had a chance at a couple of titles but hasn’t really pulled the trigger on winning them.”  Sam sets an elbow on the table and turns her eyes to her friend. “If I am honest Ben, all I have to say is that I hope that getting in the ring with her isn’t going to end up like it has been for the past few matches.  Because I am not too happy and I am afraid that I might take my frustrations out on her.”

“Come on Sammi, what do you have to be frustrated of,” teases Ben which only earns him a glare from Sam who uses the spoon to mock threaten Ben who holds up his hands before shifting slightly as the ice cream in his lap is starting to shift and spill. Grabbing the carton, he quickly puts it on the table and scrambles for the napkins in the silver container and begins to wipe at himself as Sam starts to giggle.

“Serves ya right for teasin’ me darlin’,” taunts Sam as she takes another scoop of ice cream and brings it to her lips.  “And I am sure you weren’t doin’ that were you?”

Ben shakes his head.  “Ya got this Ginge,” he says as he balls up the napkins and tosses them onto the table.  From the side of the room a shocked gasp comes from a rather older lady who has her eyes on Ben then the napkins and back, tsking loudly.  Ben sees her then follows her gaze to the napkins then back to the lady before his eyes get wide when he realizes what she is thinking.

Sam turns slightly and covers her face with her hand as she collapses in laughter.   “Only you Ben, only you could get that kind of reaction by doing something so innocent,” giggles Samwhich draws a glare from Ben who takes a scoop of ice cream and flicks it at Sam who jumps back in surprise.  “Oh no you didn’t!” she warns as she leans forward to bring her own spoon to hover over her ice cream.  “I ain’t afraid to retaliate you know…”

“Is that a threat Ginge?” asks Ben with a raised eyebrow and cocky smirk as he reaches across to grab her hand.

“Ain’t a threat, it’s a promise!”

The two friends start to laugh totally not seeing the hand holding a cell phone snapping a picture at the two leaning towards each other looking more intimate than innocent and friendly.

Well once again I get to step into the ring as a singles wrestler.  Which is kind of interesting because I don’t really see myself as a singles wrestler.  Given the fact that I made my return as Ben’s tag team partner, I was expecting to be wearing the mixed tag titles by now and defending them regularly but if you have seen the last few matches as a tag team, we have had to deal with the fact that we fought Team Go to a time limit draw and then when Ben and I were about to win the titles, Alexander Raven decided to cost us the titles.

I don’t know what he had against Ben but to have him interfere and prevent us from the win is something that Ben could have handled on his own until Raven’s sick little whatever she is decided that she wanted to help Alexander and landed a low blow on MY partner.  I don’t know why you did it but when you did, you put yourself squarely into my sights.  See, Ben is my best friend here in Sin City Wrestling and you hurt him, you make me angry.  Putting yourself into the situation that you did on Climax Control only served to put a target on your back Luna and I for one would tell you to watch your back.

Payback is coming Luna and trust me, you are going to regret doin’ what you did, my promise to you.

But that is going to have to wait Luna because this week I have been put in a match with a bombshell that I have yet to have faced in Sin City Wrestling.  Now I do have some idea of what she is like because she is the cousin after all of one of the bombshells that have been my nemesis, one Jessie Salco.

Harper Mason is someone who is the younger cousin of Jessie and I am sure that she had been trained by Salco and more than likely has the same talent.  And I know that Jessie and I have had dragged down and outright wars when we have faced each other and Jessie has definitely won my respect.  But I also have a fairly strong record against Jessie because when she had to face me, she was focused but just when she needed to pull out the win, her focus shifted from me to whoever wore the gold.  Don’t get me wrong, when I had the gold, her full focus was on me and in those matches, I did have to be on top of my game.

Now Harper Mason is a different wrestler altogether.  She earned herself a title shot at My Bloody Valentine and even though she didn’t win, she put up a strong fight which only proves that she is ready for gold here in the company. 

And in all honesty, she reminds me a little bit of myself.  Oh not that I lost big matches, even though I did, but the desire and drive to be good at what I do in the ring.  I have watched Harper’s matches and boy is she super tough.  I have to give her credit that she learned her lessons well.  And I have to give her props on knowing what she wants and knows how to go and get it.

Maybe I should take a leaf out of her book and decide just what it is that I want and go after it with everything in my being.  See I could take this match as a chance to prove that by beating someone who almost won the Bombshell Roulette title, I should be the next in line for a title shot but no, actually that is for Bella Madison and trust me when I tell you that she also deserves that title shot. 

Maybe I could leverage a win against Harper into evidence that maybe I should be getting a title shot against someone else.  Now I know that Kayla Richards has already claimed her shot at Julianna DiMaria so the Bombshell championship is out of reach right now.  Besides, I have won that title twice too. 

So what can I use this match against Harper Mason as evidence for?  Another shot at the mixed tag titles or maybe…just maybe I could leverage it to put my name out there for the one title that has eluded me in my career so far.  The Bombshell Internet title.

Tell you what Harper, I think that I am going to step into the match on Sunday with the express purpose of sending a message to whoever is wearing the Bombshell Internet title…See, I haven’t thought that I could ever get back into the swing of things as a singles wrestler.  Oh sure, I have had a great career so far and won title after title.  And I am sure you would be thinking that I am going to be in that match this week Harper with my eyes on a title but you would be wrong.  I am going into the match to keep going on a winning streak.  See, you will be the second bombshell that I have gotten a win from in singles matches. 

Wow, did you hear that Harper, I am already predicting that I am going to beat you in our match?   How presumptuous of me don’t you think?  I should temper my confidence, shouldn’t I?  Because if I don’t, I tend to be too cocky and that is when people can get a win over me.  That and the fact that I lose focus myself.  But don’t you worry Harper, you have my focus for sure.  And what that will mean is that I am coming directly at you to prove to everyone that I am back as a singles wrestler as well as a mixed tag team wrestler.  So, I wish you the best of luck Harper.

I think you are going to need it on Sunday.   

A room full of people and monitors can be seen where the head of TMZ is standing in the front of a bank of television screens.  He is looking over the people in the room before speaking out.  “So who has anything for me?”

The group shares looks before a young woman stands up and smirks as she nods towards the screens behind the owner of TMZ.  “Well we have some more news about a certain mixed tag team from Sin City Wrestling.  Rumors have been running rampant that Ben Jordan and Sam Marlowe are more than just wrestling partners and another anonymous picture has been sent in to us.”

Turning around, on the screens are images of Sam and Ben holding hands in the booth at the ice cream shop as well as the pair talking backstage and walking away from the person taking the pictures.   

“Where are these images coming from?” wonders the host of TMZ.  “Doesn’t matter but only makes people wonder what could be going on because isn’t Sam Marlowe married?”

The image blinks out to a small white dot as Sam Marlowe sits up pointing a remote at the television screen in front of her.

“What the bubble,” exclaims Sam as she can’t believe her eyes.  “I have to talk to Colton!”

She scrambles to grab her cell phone then opens it to call Colton.  Dialing his number, she sets it on speaker as she waits for it to be answered but she is sent directly to voicemail.  She sighs and at the beep, she begins to speak…

“Colton, it is Sammi.  We need to talk.  I don’t know if you have been seeing what is on TMZ but I promise you that it is not what you think.  Ben and I are…”

A second beep is heard ending the recording which only has Sam look down in surprise.  She hangs up the phone and then redials Colton’s number.  When it goes to voicemail, she quickly speaks up.

“Colton, call me.  I want to explain what is happening but I have no idea what is going on.  Call me please before you get any wrong ideas…”

Taking a deep breath, Sam presses end on the call and tosses the phone to the side as she pulls her leg up on the couch and lays her forehead against her knee as a fist slams against the cushion of the couch.

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Climax Control Archives / Dreams and Nightmares

« on: February 02, 2024, 10:44:38 PM »

After talking to Mark Ward and hearing of the match that the two of them would be having in the lead-up Climax Control to My Bloody Valentine, Sam Marlowe smiled at Ben and then the pair headed towards their respective locker rooms.  Softly humming to herself, she moves towards her gear and grabs a bottle of shampoo and a towel to head towards the showers in the back of the room.   

Once there, she reaches for the faucet and turns it to heat as she prepares for the shower.  Stepping under the stream of water, she closes her eyes and lays her head back allowing it to flow down her body.  Her head rises again and her eyes open but remained unfocused as she sighs.  With her thoughts far away, she unthinkingly washes her hair and body.

“I can’t believe her,” she mutters to herself before rinsing her hair then her body.  “I don’t think that she told me the truth.  But damn it, she has to know that she is going to ruin what Colton and I have if she keeps talkin’ to him like I think she is,” adds Sam.

Flashback:

Sam Marlowe paces as she listens to the cell phone .  The look on her face is disbelief and anger as she pulls the phone away and sets it on the table in front of her after hitting the speaker.

“I am askin’ y’all again…what did you say to Colton?” demands Sam as she leans on her hands over the phone. 

“Why would you think that I said anything to Colton?” answers Cyn over the line, sounds of a young child being heard in the background.  Sam can hear the smile in the sound of Cyn’s voice.  “Has he said anything to you?”

Growling softly, Sam runs a hand through her hair and drops her head.  “Camo said nothing to me but I know that you and Monty must have said something to him about Ben and I.  Colton has been distant since New Years when we were back in Houston.  It is like when I mention that Ben and I are teaming up, he just shuts down.  Seems very familiar considering that the same thing happened before with the man I was involved with…”  Sam lets her voice trail off as she hears a choked out curse over the phone before a loud shush.

“Now Sammi…that is so far in the past now and I seriously don’t think that you should be even thinking that considering that ‘gentleman’ is now your brother in law,” offers Cyn which only has Sam rolling her eyes.  “Besides, I think you and Colton are such a cute couple.  I did mention about the time that Ben saved you from Anthrax…and the time Saint Ben saved you at that Bachelorette auction that time…just suggesting that Ben is your ‘Superman’.  If that makes Colton uncomfortable, I definitely will not ever talk about those memories any more.”

“Thanks Cyn, I think that Ben was right   I am done with you and Monty putting ideas in Colton’s head.  I want the two of you to stay out of our lives,” grits out Sam before she slams her finger on the disconnect button of her phone.
Grabbing the towel after turning off the water, Sam wraps it around herself then takes a second on to her hair, squeezing the dampness out of it before picking up the comb she had set on her bag.  Straddling the bench in the room, she slowly pulls the comb through her hair removing the tangles.  She turns to see Pussy Willow standing near the doorway looking at Sam.

“Hey Sam,” offers the interviewer.  “You had the match tonight you know.  All you needed was one more second and it would be you and Ben facing the champions for the mixed tag titles,” she adds as she sits nearby.

Sam laughs slightly before setting aside the comb and standing to grab her clothes.  “Guess I got a scoop then for you…Ben and I are challenging them next Climax Control,” says Sam as she moves behind the open door of the showers. 

Pussy’s eyes widen in surprise.  “Noooo way!” she exclaims.  “How did this happen and more importantly…WHEN!”

From the showers, Sam’s voice sounds a bit hollow.  “Well, Ben and I were talkin’ and he was talkin’ about how he thought he let me down and how we could have won the match faster.  Then Mark Ward came up to us…” says Sam as she pulls on her clothes.  “He said taht pretty much the same as you did…one second more and we would have won the match.  So they decided that it would be him and I getting the shot next week.”

“And the two of you must be so stoked for that match.  You two deserve it you know.  I am honestly surprised that it isn’t you two that are defending the titles,” Pussy says with a nod of her head.  “After all, the two of you have done it all between you two.  This title shot is going to give you two what you should have, a legit tag team title win and run.”

“Whoa…hold on there Pussy,” begins Sam as she walks out of the shower dressed in dark jeans, a white halter and blue knit sweater.  She is still barefooted as she once more sits on the bench.  “You have to remember that Finn Whelan and Kayla Richards are a formidable team and they did beat Limitless when we couldn’t.  So, don’t get ahead of yourself and this title shot.  I know that I am takin’ it as serious as a heart attack.  I need to because this is something that I really need to give Ben the chance at.  After all, this really is the only title left for Ben to wear,” says Sam as she pulls one foot up on the bench, tugs her pantleg upward and then slides a compression sock over the foot.and up her leg before setting her foot back on the floor.

“Sam…oh my god, why are you wearing those?  Are you ok?” asks Pussy as Sam pulls the other leg’s pant leg up. 

“Oh these…yeah, they just help me with the bit of edema that happens after a match,” Sam replies as she prepares the second sock before sliding it on.  “But you need to keep it on the qt…wouldn’t want to give the other bombshells something to use against me now do we?” she jokes which only makes Pussy shake her head and giggle.

“You know that they are going to use this next time any one of them face you right?” counters Pussy.  There might not be anyone here in the room but you know they will somehow have heard you talking about it.”

The pair share a laugh as Sam pulls on a black cowboy boot with silvery thread spelling out her initials.   Stomping that foot down, she grabs the other boot and pulls it on.  She takes a moment to roll her neck and then stands before turning to grab her bag. Suddenly there is a pounding on the locker room door and a voice can be heard from the other side which has both Pussy and Sam smiling.

“Hey Ginge…Pub?” 

I can’t really believe it.  Ben and I stepped in the ring at Climax Control last Sunday and drew with Ariana Angelos and Carter.  A draw would normally lead to another match for contendership but I don’t know if Ben and I had an angel watching over us or not but out of the blue, Mark Ward came to us and gave us the title shot. 

Not that I was surprised or anything…Oh my goodness I thought I could say that with a straight face and all but y’all know that it was a total surprise to me and I think it gave Ben a shot in the confidence that he needed.  I mean I know that after our match against Team Go, it was a little shaky and I don’t blame him either.  I felt like I let him down but I couldn’t let him think it was him.  After all, I am his biggest cheerleader.

It was only a matter of one second and that is the kicker.  We took Team Go to the time limit and forced a draw.  That ain’t anything to sneeze at if you ask me.  Still stings though because we all know that next time I face Ariana, she is going to use that to try to beat me down again.  And I really have to say that I know that no matter what, she is going to use it.  And I am fine with that because she is actually a really good wrestler and so is Carter.  I would be lyin’ if I said they weren’t. 

And I will say that lately, I haven’t really been focused on what I really want here in Sin City Wrestling.  Part of me wanted to make an impact and actually get back into the title picture as a singles wrestler but in all honesty, except for the internet title, there really isn’t anything that I need to prove to anyone. 

I guess I have to say that the only thing that is motivating me lately is the fact that I am teaming with my best friend here in the mixed tag title division.  Do you realize how long it has been since I have wanted to do this on a serious level? I guess you have to go back to when Ben and I made it all the way to the finals of the Blast from the Past in ‘Seventeen’.  But now both of us are on the same side once more after a really long time and now we are getting back into the winning groove that we need to be in this division.

Before you go ahead and talk about the fact that we haven’t been winningI am going to go ahead and stop you right there.  I know we haven’t technically won, we are getting closer and closer to turning that around and putting our names on the titles that we are getting the shot at this coming Climax Control

I am not taking anything away from the champions at all.  They are a hill we need to climb to etch our names on the titles but seriously…the team of Finn and Kayla is a hill that Ben and I are willing to die on when it comes to fighting for those titles.  And that ain’t a threat…it is more of a promise that I am making to Ben.

So Kayla, I am not trying to step up to you disrespectfully.  I recognize that you and Finn are pretty dang good and this will be a hard challenge for Ben and I.  and I know that Ben is taking this seriously considering that Finn is in line to challenge for the heavyweight title at the supercard.  And I am sure given that you and him seem to be in the same situation that everyone seems to think about Ben and I, it must mean that you don’t want to linger in the tag title division much longer if you have the chance to put it out there and challenge for a singles title.  And I would completely say that I could see you challenging for the Internet again or maybe even the World Bombshell title. 

Either way, it will be after you and I step in the ring.  If you win, congratulations to you.  But if Ben and I happen to come out on top and win the titles then I expect you put your name right up there to face whoever the Bombshell World champion is.  I know I would be an interesting next step for you when I am the mixed tag title holder after this Sunday.  However, let’s not get ahead of ourselves…we still have to step into the ring.

Don’t we?   

The boardroom at Marlowe Industries is filled with a large table of wood and resin.  Comfortable chairs surround it, occupied with members of the corporate board members.  At one end of the table, three chairs are empty as the door opens and Philip Marlowe walks in dressed in a dark suit with a white button down shirt and a cartoon tie.  Following behind him, Montgomery Christopher saunters in.  Philip moves to the head of the table and Monty sits himself at Philip’s left hand.

The meeting is about to start as the door blows open to reveal a late attendee.  Dressed in a dark skirt, red blouse and a grey blazer, Sam Marlowe offers an apologetic smile at the board members who have turned to see who was late.  Closing the door, she moves towards the right hand of her father and sits down after offering him a kiss on the cheek.

“Morning Daddy, sorry I am late,” offers Sam as she pulls a smart notepad out of the briefcase she had set beside her.  Opening it, she takes the pen and writes down the date.  She looks up and offers the board her attention.

Philip smiles at Sam then turns to the  rest of the board before he begins to speak.  “I called everyone here today because we have some information to discuss.  I have the numbers from the last quarter and I have to say that we are in a good position with profits.  I have to say that adding Sam and Monty to the team at the Board level was a good idea. Monty has increased our sales for sure and well, Sammi is going to be taking over this one day with her sister…Not for a long time though!” exclaims Philip which only makes the board laugh a bit.

Monty tugs at his tie and smiles as he puts a hand on the table, close to the left hand of Philip Marlowe almost as if to pat it patronizingly.  “Thank you, Phil, it is an honor to be helping you make this company more profitable.  Cyn would be here but with her being more of an at-home mother…” offers Monty with a condescending smile, “it is only natural that Imake sure her interests are served.  So as Philip was saying, this quarter I…”

Sam looks across the table at Monty as he boasts about all that he had done then turns to look at her father who shakes his head slightly to stop her from saying anything.  She nods in understanding and keeps her mouth shut as Monty continues to talk. 

An hour later, Sam is packing up her notebook and pen while the rest of the board chats at the other end of the room.  Monty saunters over with a smirk from behind her and he leans one hand on the table beside her. 

“Look at you Sammi, looking quite professional,” he sneers as he takes in her outfit.  “It isn’t something I have seen you wear often given that you are a girl who prefers her comforts.  Or wearing very little in the ring.  By the way, how is that going for you?”

Sam doesn’t look at him as she shrugs.  “It’s going okay I guess you could say,” she replies.

“What, you and your Ben still teaming up?” he asks while watching as the rest of the board leave the room.

“He’s not MY Ben Monty,” says Sam angrily.  “We are friends and we are a team but that is it.  So it wasn’t only Cyn that was saying anything about us…You were too huh?”  She turns to find that Monty had moved closer and was inhaling the scent of her perfume with a curl of his lips at the pleasure it is giving him.  Sam backs away from him as he begins to stalk towards her.

“I ain’t said nothing about your precious friend Ben to your husband Sam,” says Monty as he backs her against a wall.  “I have to admit that I am a little jealous of your Colton and Ben.  Do you realize I had you first and if you hadn’t been such close friends with Ben I would be your husband right now?”

“Oh really?  You think that Cyn would have allowed that?” counters Sam as she tries to move around Monty but he leans in, one hand resting on the wall to prevent her movements.  “You know she would have had you no matter what was going on.  And trust me, you fell for it.”

“If you hadn’t been such a goodie goodie, I wouldn’t have had to get it from your sister.  But that can be changed you know…one word from you and I would leave her high and dry,” offers Monty as he leans in even closer, his voice lowering as he speaks into the ear of Sam.

“There is a little problem, I am married to Colton,” responds Sam as she puts her hands against the chest of Monty to attempt to push him away.  He chuckles as he once more inhales against the soft curls of Sam’s hair.

“Oh come on Sam, you know you would enjoy being with me,” he offers before pressing against her.

Sam panics slightly as she pushes once more.  “Get off me Monty, you are my sister’s husband,” she hisses. He leans in harder and Sam is forced back against the wall.  She looks over the shoulder of Monty to see if there is anyone who could come and help.  Seeing no one, she turns her eyes to see Monty moving in to kiss her.  She turns her head slightly enough to avoid the kiss and then grabbing the lapels of Monty’s jacket, she sends him stumbling back and coughing at the vicious knee she used to drive him away. 

Grabbing her briefcase, she moves to glare at Monty and speaks slowly through her teeth.  “Don’t you EVER touch me again.  If you do, I won’t hesitate to make you regret it!” Sam threatens before turning angrily and heading to the door.  She exits without looking back at the man who is cursing under his breath and making a promise to get her back in revenge for denying him.

Straightening up, Monty adjusts himself and then plasters a cold smile on his lips as he walks to the door and leaves the room.

Wow, what a week I have had and it is leading up to the best part of it which will be happening on Sunday.     Because Sunday is when I step into the ring with someone that I have respect for, actually three people that I have respect for.

First is Finn Whelan.  What can I say about him that hasn’t been said by everyone else?  This is a man who definitely would be someone who could be on top of the superstars’ division and just might be at the supercard.  He has proven himself time and again, has won titles, and right now is dominating in the mixed tag division. I will admit that I can’t speak from experience because we all know that as a bombshell, I would never face him one on one.  But speaking as a fan, I do have to say that I have watched him and he is someone who is not to be underestimated because when you do that, he will make you regret it. 

That is why I am so glad that I am coming into the match with a partner that I have faith in to be the match to Finn Whelan and that is my bestie Ben Jordan.  When I tell you that I have faith, it is because he is a man who has also won titles and he is a man that most people know can come out of anywhere and take the win whenever he wants.  Out of the ring, Ben is my best friend and I will admit that the prat makes me laugh with his antics and when I hear him call me Ginge I know something is going to happen and it is going to be a laugh and a half.  In the ring, however, there is no one else that I would want as a partner.  He and I worked well together in the Blast from the Past and we are getting back into that team again.  So we have been a bit rusty but that hasn’t stopped us from fighting for the mixed tag titles.

So I have talked about the superstar half of this match and now let me direct my attention to the final person that I have respect for in this match.  The Dream Killer Kayla Richards.

I am sure that she has probably talked about me to no end.  About how I am such a famous title holder, a hall of famer and a strong competitor.  And I am also sure that she has done the same as everyone else and talked about how I am no longer the bombshell face of the company.  Like I haven’t heard it all before.  Well what can I say?  Lately I haven’t really given anyone anything to cheer about.

That could change this Sunday when I step in the ring.  Stepping into the ring with Kayla Richards, she will talk about killing my dreams of winning those titles that she is one half of the champions that hold them.  I don’t dream of winning the titles so she has no dreams to really kill when it comes to this match.  Oh she will think she does, because it is a dream to hold the titles with my bestie but it is a dream that she won’t be able to kill because it is going to be a dream realized in the ring.  Between you and me Kayla, I know just what I am going to do in the ring on Sunday.  And as much as Kayla is ready for it, so am I.

Just think though…if Ben and I beat you and Finn, no skin off Finn’s waist because he very well could be winning the Heavyweight title but where will that leave you Kayla?  Just another bombshell without a title like I have been lately.  Or it could open up opportunities for you when it comes to single titles.  Imagine…you call yourself the Dream Killer, maybe I should be called the Dream Granter because when I beat you, you can start a new dream of singles gold. 

Either way, we have to wait until Sunday before we find out whether or not you kill the dream of Ben and I wearing and sharing those titles or I grant you the opportunity to dream of singles glory.  Only a few more sleeps until the match Kayla and Ben and I possibly winning the mixed tag titles.  After all, a girl can dream…Can’t she?   

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Climax Control Archives / Questions raised, feelings of jealousy...what the bubble?

« on: January 26, 2024, 11:56:44 PM »

A computer screen can be seen and beside it, an iced coffee sweats leaving a ring of liquid on the table.  Across from it, a familiar redhead is seen, her hair pulled up in a pair of pig tails that curls around her shoulders, dressed in a pair of dark leggings, slouch socks and a homemade scw crop top over a black halter.  It is still in the room with the only sound being the crackle of the fireplace nearby.

“I wonder when he is going to start this stream he was talkin about,” mutters Sam as she reaches over to turn on the computer.  The screen lights up showing a Sam Marlowe fan art image. Leaning towards the screen, Sam’s fingers dance over the keyboard and a webpage shows up with a chat.  It is very static with the chat scrolling with some comments from fans wondering when the stream will start. 

Sam sits back pulling the glass of iced coffee with her.  Sipping it, she hears a face time tone of an incoming call. Reaching over, she taps the answer button and Colton Myers appears with a smile for Sam.  “Hey beautiful, what are you doing?” he asks as he leans his chin on his hand.

“Darlin’ I am just watching something online today.  Ben asked me to just tune into his live ask him anything session he booked for today.  He wants my opinion on his reintroduction.  If you ask me, everyone knows him anyways.  But I want to support him with this so I am ready to watch it and let him know how it went,” offers Sam with a quick eye roll which means that she misses the look on the face of Colton who mutters ‘I see.’

Sam offers Colton a smile herself as she leans forward.  “What about you darlin’?  I miss you.”

“You know that this movie is going to be a few more months that I have to be here but I wish you could join me out here,” Colton says.  “Getting to do the stunts for this guy is definitely fun but I miss you too sweetness.  Listen, why don’t you make plans to join me this weekend?

Sam’s smile fades slightly as a hurt look comes over her face.  “Oh goodness, I wish I could but this week I am scheduled to be at Climax Control for a match,” says Sam. 

“Oh…who are you facing?  Anyone I know?” asks Colton.

“Yeah, Ariana Angelos is who I have to face in this match,” begins Sam.  She takes a moment to glance at the screen to the left of the open chat window and continues.  “It’s a mixed tag match with Ben as my partner.  We are facing Team Go.  I am hearing that it could mean that if Ben and I win, we will be able to challenge for the mixed tag belts.  And I just can’t let Ben down this time because he and I are working to win the titles so I have to be on my game this weekend but maybe after Sunday I could come out to the set.  I could ask for the week off and we can make a weekend of it next weekend.”

“I wish I could darlin’,” says Colton with a tone of disappointment.  “We are shooting out in the field next weekend so I won’t be anywhere you could be.  Maybe you just focus on your match with Ben…”

Sam’s eyebrow raises slowly as the comment makes her question what he had said.  “What are you talking about Camo?  Ben’s just a friend and there is nothing there.  Wait a minute…are you jealous of Ben?” demands Sam as she turns to the facetime window.  “You shouldn’t be darlin’.   Why are you acting this way?”

“No reason Sammi…forget I even brought it up,” answers Colton who looks to the side as if someone had called him.  “I gotta go, they need me for a stunt.  I’ll give you a call tonight sweetness,” he says before his hand moves across the screen and sends the view to black.  “Wonder what has him in a tizzy,” mutters Sam as she sees that Ben has started his ask me anything.

Sam sits back, sipping at the iced coffee and listens like a silent observer to the chat with a non recognized name to be anonymous.  She laughs at some of the questions as she sips at the coffee.  Suddenly Sam can hear Ben mention her name, reading a question about if there is something romantic between them.  Sam sits up with a spit take that sends liquid onto the screen with a splash.  Sam scrambles to pull off the tee and to wipe at the screen.

“Oh my goodness…it is a good thing that I am hidden on here…” she mutters as she listens to the response from her friend.   She stops suddenly when he mentions her sister the dragon.  “Cyn…wait a minute…what does she have to do wi…” Sam begins only to have her eyes widen as she takes in the blacked facetime window.  “Son of a bi..” escapes the lips of Sam as she shakes her head.  “Cyn better have an explanation for Ben’s comment.  And is that the reason Colton gets to angry when I talk about Ben,” adds Sam to herself.  Not waiting for the rest of the stream, Sam gets off the couch and leaves the room with the stream still playing.   

Picking up her phone, Sam furiously begins to tap on the glass and then brings the phone to her ear.  After a moment, there is an answer and Sam’s voice can be heard talking angrily.

“Cyn, what in hellfire did you say to Colton about Ben and I?” Sam demands as she angrily begins pacing she listens to the muffled response of a woman’s tone voice can be heard    “I know you must have said something to make Colton so defensive and angry when I mention my friend’s name…YES, Ben is my friend and I know you must be twisting the situation for Colton.”

Nothing else is heard as Sam listens to the answer as the scene fades out.

Once again, Sam Marlowe is stepping into the ring at SCW..  New year, new challenges, same old sad verbal beat down,.  Y’all make me wonder if everyone is using the same talkin’ points when it comes to cutting promos against me.  Wash rinse repeat is a hair shampoo commercial y’all, not a great recipe for cutting a wrestling promo.

I get it I really do.  Wanting to ride high on a win over lil ole me.  Bravo, you beat me.  A lot of bombshells have beaten me.  And I have beaten a lot of bombshells.  Like did I ever tell you about my very first match in SCW…or my first title win?  Yeah I probably have because I tended to do the exact same thing that everyone else talks about.   That changes here and now.

This week I am stepping into the ring for the first time in twenty twenty four and believe it or not, it is taggin’ with my best friend Ben Jordan against the team of HB Carter and Ariana Angelos.  A team that if you ask me is one to watch since both of them have proven time and again that they are the threats that have what it takes to actually make it in the mixed tag division.  The team that if I were asked I would have said that they would have been a shoe-in for the mixed tag titles.  And I don’t know why they haven’t gotten there yet however, seems that they went their separate ways to singles glory.

Then there is me and Ben.  My best friend has a very storied history and a well documented championship record that would make anyone a hall of famer but Ben ain’t like that.   Did you know that he has pretty much done it all and has nothing left to prove really.  Well that is except for one title that he would need to complete his collection…the mixed tag match.  However, that is HB Carter’s issue to deal with.  And I don’t envy him that issue.

Because when it comes to challenge, my issue will be getting past Ariana Angelos in this match.  And I have heard that little promo she cut against me.  And I have to applaud her for it.  Reminding me that I lost to her in the Blast from the Past tournament last year like I forgot.  Thank you  Ariana…I don’t know what I would do without you being so helpful.  Next thing I wonder though is are  you going to be taking over for Mercedes Vargas with all this historical record keeping or do you just like touting your wins?   

I know that I have a big hill to climb because you do hold that win over me.  And I will admit this much…you are champion material considering that have held the Bombshell Roulette title and the Bombshell Internet title.  And had strong runs with those titles.  How can I ever compete with that?

Oh yeah…I have won the Bombshell Roulette title too…only difference is that I have won it four times to your one time.  And trust me, I can almost see the thought processes in your mind…winning it four times means that you lost it three times.  Yes I have but then I cam back better each time.  Oh and the Bombshell Internet title…yes, you have won that title…TWICE…and I haven’t.  What can I say to that…you are better than I am with that title.  Only real thing that I can counter that is the fact that I have won the Bombshell world title…TWICE. 

So this week we step into the ring in a mixed tag match and if I am honest, this could be a really interesting match because both you and Carter and Ben and I have things to prove.  You proving that you still have what you got going on with your best friend in the ring.  The fact that you and Carter are still on the same wavelength when it comes to mixed tag matches.  Ben doesn’t have much to prove to anyone in my opinion but I do have something to prove to him and you and everyone in SCW.

Sam Marlowe had decided that this is a new year and that I ain’t going to settle for second best anymore.  Yeah I have lost, I have won.  But that is all in the past and the past don’t matter anymore.  I think that I want to start a new record from right now.  I am going to put my mind to my very next match and not worry down the road or what happened in the past. 

First match of the year for me and it is a mixed tag teammatch with Ben Jordan, my bestie.  And between the two of us, I am more than sure there might just be title contendership with this match.  Think about it, Finn Whelan who beat Carter last week and his partner facing you and Carter.  Wow, wouldn’t that just be a mismatch given that you two have been more focused on singles titles whereas Ben and I have been more focused on the mixed titles.  So my advice to you is try to be ready to face two veterans who have nothing to prove but everything to gain with a win this week on Climax Control.

Ariana, I guess that all I have to say is I am so sorry when it comes to the match this week because I am coming to win and that will mean that you are going to lose…

See you Sunday.   

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Climax Control Archives / And it starts...

« on: November 17, 2023, 11:48:35 PM »

Houston Texas:  Oct 31, 2023  Happy Birthday to Sam

A gentleman can be seen leaning against the back of a wingbacked chair containing a redhead who is seen smiling but that smile doesn’t reach her eyes.  Both are dressed in the style of gangsters from the twenties.  The man brings a cut crystal glass to his lips allowing the golden liquid inside of it to burn against his tongue as he sips from the glass.  The redhead glares across the room at a pair of people who can be seen talking to an older man who is smiling broadly at the pair. 

“I know it is her birthday but I just wish that it wasn’t so happy,” mutters the redhead on the chair.  “Monty, why are we even having this party for her?”

“Cyn, Sam’s birthday is important to your father,” states Monty as once more he sips at the bourbon in his glass and winces at its bite.  “Besides, what could we do to her at her own party with your father and her husband both here for her?”

Cyn takes in the smiling Colton who has his arm linked with Sam’s as the pair talk to her father.  A slow evil grin begins to pass across her face as she turns to look at her own husband.  “I wonder what would happen if poor Samantha wasn’t so happily married?”  Winking at Monty, Cyn gets an innocent look on her face as she slowly rises and begins to walk toward the trio of her sister, father, and Colton.  Monty trails along behind.

Reaching the three people, Cyn links her arm with her father.  “Daddy, I was wondering if you would come with me…the boys are asking for you to come and wish them goodnight,” coaxes Cyn with an apologetic look at Sam.  “If you don’t mind that is…Daddy.”

Philip nods at Cyn and leans towards Sam who is dressed in a cheerleader outfit.  “Happy birthday Princess.  I will be back soon,” he adds before he is led away by Cyn who nudges Monty before they leave.

Monty nods slowly as he smiles at Sam and Colton, his eyes taking in the bare skin and figure-hugging outfit on Sam.  Colton in a leather greaser costume watches carefully as Monty is staring at Sam. 

“Happy birthday Sam,” offers Monty with a slight rise of his glass.  “You are looking quite happy here tonight considering what happened a couple of days ago,” says Monty.

Sam’s face falls slightly as she takes a deep breath and shrugs.  “I guess I was a bit off my game on Sunday,” she replies as she leans against the arm of Colton.  “But you know me, I bounce right back.”

Colton nods.  “I was there and she definitely is going to bounce back for sure.  She’s been training a lot to get right back into championship shape.”  Sam offers him a slight hug on his arm and a smile. 

“That is great to hear Sam,” answers Monty as he looks down into the glass in his hand.  “Still close with your…friend Ben Jordan?” he asks before sipping once more at the bourbon, his eyes trained on Colton as a bit of a grimace crosses his face fleetingly.  Monty smiles into his drink as Sam misses the look but chuckles at the insinuation.

“Ben and I are great friends, Monty, you know that.  And he is my partner in the mixed tag division,” Sam says as she is offered a glass of wine that she takes.  “Besides why are you asking about Ben?  He’s in London now.”

“No reason Sam,” says Monty.  “I was just remembering when you and I were together, the two of you were close.  And with him married, I was surprised that the two of you were able to keep it only friends.  And now with him divorced…”

The innuendo hangs in the air which makes Sam frown and is about to say something when they are joined by Cyn once more.  She tucks her arm through the other arm of Colton as she tsks at Monty.  “Monty, come on now…Sam is happily married to Colton here.  I don’t think that he would even believe that Sam and Ben would be anything more than friends.”

“Nah, I know Ben and Sam wouldn’t do anything like that,” affirms Colton with a smile down at Sam.  Leaning in, he plants a kiss on her forehead as the sound of Blame it on the boom boom can be heard faintly.  Sam reaches down to the small handbag on her wrist and brings up a cell phone that has a picture of Ben Jordan that appears.

“Excuse me, I have to take this Camo…I will be right back,” says Sam apologetically as she backs away from the trio, brings the phone up to her ear, and walks off.  Cyn looks up at Colton and sighs.  “It is always like this isn’t it?  Ben Jordan calls and Sam rushes to talk to him and leaves you here with me and Monty.”

Colton watches as his wife walks away smiling, her southern-accented voice laughing as she responds to the call.  Monty nods at Cyn who leans closer to Colton.  Monty looks at his glass and then drains the liquid before he holds up the empty glass.  “Excuse me, I need a refill,” he says before heading towards the bar that is set up across the room.  Cyn and Colton both nod as Cyn begins to lead Colton away.  Monty stops and then detours to keep Sam in view.

As Cyn leads Colton away, she begins to speak once more.  “I am so very glad that you are so understanding when it comes to the friendship that Sam and that Brit have.  I know that back when he was married, Sam did have such a crush on him after all.  It is almost like she was desperate to make him see that by making him jealous of Monty and this psycho wrestler Anaphylaxis or Anthrax or some such nonsense.  I am sure you are also a victim of her need to get Ben’s attention.”

Colton gives Cyn an angered look.  “Are y’all saying that I ain’t nothing but some kind of replacement?  Sammi ain’t like that Cyn.  She and I are very in love and are committed to this marriage,” states Colton angrily.

“Bless your heart,” says Cyn with a soft tap on the arm of Colton.  “I am not saying that she doesn’t love you but honestly, what happens when Ben Jordan calls or appears?”  Cyn looks through her lashes at Colton who has turned to see if he can spy Sam.  Cyn waves her hand to dismiss the question as she shakes her head.  “Just forget we were even talking about it.  The two of you look very happy together.   I am sure that if she saw us speaking, she would be right over here wanting to take you home.  So while I have your undivided attention, let’s talk about something else…like do you have any plans coming up soon?”

Cyn leads Colton further into the room as Monty is seen stalking Sam who is speaking to Ben Jordan on speakerphone.

“Happy birthday Ginge,” says the Cockney King on Whatsapp.  “Bear wants to know if you’re havin’ a banger of a birthday.”

“Tell Bear that I am and thank you for me Prat,” answers Sam.  “Wish you two could have made it Stateside for my party though.  Colton and I would have loved to have you here.”

“He said to tell you that he couldn’t find a costume in time.  But he says the next time we are across the pond he’ll be bringing the birthday gift he got you,” teases Ben.

“OOOO what did he get me?” demands Sam with a giggle. 

“What he gets everyone…bacon of course,” states Ben with a serious look on his face that he can only hold for a moment as Bear can be heard to bark.  “Shush you…she believes that you got her bacon.  What do you mean you ate it?”  Ben spares a glance at the screen, his eyes wide as if he can’t believe what Bear had said. 

Giggling more, Sam shakes her head.  “I bet he wasn’t the only one,” offers Sam.

Ben has the grace to look guilty before he wags a finger at Sam through the screen.  “I resemble that remark there Ginge.  Now look what you did Bear, we’ll have to get her something else for her gift when we go back to America.”

“That’s okay Ben, you guys don’t have to buy me anything.  Besides, I think that now that I am so old, I am going to stop celebrating my birthday with gifts.  Jamie and the kids at Oasis got me some tee shirts and a gift card for Build a Bear,” says Sam.  Looking over her shoulder, she sees Monty watching her and her smile fades.  “Ben, I am sorry but I am going to have to say bye since I am supposed to be the guest of honor tonight.  We’ll talk soon, ok?”

Ben sees the smile fade on Sam’s face and raises an eyebrow but says nothing but happy birthday again then bye as Sam presses the disconnect on the call.  Tucking the phone back into the wrist bag, she gives Monty a look.

“Can I help you, Monty?” Sam asks.

“Not at all Sammi,” says Monty as he offers his arm to Sam who looks at it and then back up at Monty.  “I figured that I would come and get you while Cyn is keeping your husband company at your party for you.  I wonder if I should be jealous or something.”

Sam gets a look of worry on her face as she turns and heads into the room where the party is going on and makes her way towards Colton whose face seems to be set in a frown.  Sam rushes across the room and slides her arm through his.

“Darlin’ would you be a dear and help me find Daddy,” asks Sam with a smile for Colton.  “I think I am all partied out and want to go home.”

Cyn smirks as she is joined by Monty who puts an arm around the waist of Cyn.  “I hope it isn’t because Colton and I have been chatting or anything like that?”

Sam spares Cyn a glance but then once more turns her gaze to Colton.  “Why ever would you think it would be because of you Cyn?  Maybe it is the fact that I want to be alone with my husband to complete the celebration of my birthday.  So Camo…ready to go home?”

Colton nods slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly at Cyn who has an ‘I told you so’ look on her face.  Sam guides Colton out of the room looking for her father as Cyn and Monty share a conspiratorial glance and toast each other as the scene fades out.   

Vegas, Nov 17, 2023:  Short and sweet advice from a mentor

The Staggs Dungeon looks almost empty as a redhead and another woman begin to circle in the middle of the ring.  Samantha Marlowe lunges towards the woman who ducks under the clutch and locks in a belly to back suplex hold on Sam that she tries to block but can’t as she is launched over the head of Vixen Staggs who rolls over and kips to her feet while Sam grabs at her head in pain.

“You are still to impatient Sam,” says Vixen as she reaches down to help Sam to her feet.  Marlowe grabs the offered hand and rises as she rubs at the back of her neck.  “You need to slow it down, be strategic.  I have seen your last few matches and I honestly have to agree with most of the reviews and scouting that the smarks are putting out there.  What happened to you huh?”

Sam hangs her head and mumbles, ‘not you too’ which only has Vixen crossing her arms and tilting her head in wonder.  A cough from the French Canadian has Sam looking up.  “I know I ain’t the same Sam that I used to be, you know, the winning one,” jokes Sam as she moves to the ropes and leans against them. “As for what has happened to me…I got rusty.  I have taken to just setting back and letting things happen and not meeting things head on in the ring.  I mean I do try…”

“Yes, you are very trying at times,” snorts Vixen which earns a glare from Sam.  “You have to realize that you need to not get in your own head.  Quit relying on your past and who you were.  You need to get out there and you need to reinvent yourself.  Get back to the confident bombshell you used to be.”

“And how do you expect me to do that?” demands Sam with her arms akimbo.  “Every person I face pigeonholes me into the loser that I am.  I am sure they would consider me a has been except for the fact that I have won so many titles before.  Maybe I peaked too early?”

“Maybe you hit a downward spiral of your own making that is creating that roadblock to winning!” exclaims Vixen as she motions for Sam to come to the middle of the ring.  Pushing away from the ropes, Sam approaches Vixen who holds out a hand to Sam who reaches for it only to be surprised by Vixen who twists the wrist of Sam into an armbar.  “You are too much of a babyface that you let yourself be pulled in.  Seriously Sam, you have to not trust that easily anymore.  Being a face doesn’t mean you have to be easy; it just means you have to think differently.”  Vixen emphasizes the comment by tapping at her temple.   

Shaking out her arm, Sam gives Vixen a confused look.  “Think differently?  How so?”

“I would say start to be more heelish but I know that isn’t you.  So maybe what you have to do is be like whoever you are facing in the match.  Maybe then you will see what is coming and plan against it.  You have to do something different,” says Vixen as she motions for Sam to attack again. 

Sam looks at Vixen and moves closer with her hands held up in surrender.  “I get it Vix, I really do.  Think like your opponent…”

Quickly, Sam throws herself forward and into a handstand that catches Vixen off guard with a handstand calf kick that takes her to the mat.  Sam straightens back to her feet as Vixen sits up on the canvas with her elbows on her knees and holding her head.  “Is that what you mean?”

“Yeah yeah, that is what I mean Sam,” offers Vixen after looking up at the redhead.  Rising to her feet, Vixen motions at Sam.  “Now let’s try that again.”

The scene fades out on Sam and Vixen locking up once more with Sam gaining the advantage of locking on a headlock on Vixen.

Y’all know the saying don’t you?  When someone shows you who they are believe them by Maya Angelou?  Lately, I have been showing people that I haven’t had my head in the game for a while now and everyone has rightly believed that I am nothing but a loser.  Everyone that is except one or two people.

Now I was booked this week in what most could claim is a rematch that maybe Ben and I deserved to get because of the fact that it was such a close match the last time.  But this time it will not be seen as a close match by our opponents or Ben and I ourselves.  I am not coming for a title, I am looking for redemption

Limitless…the last time we were in the ring with you, you two were champions, and rightly so.  Heck, you deserved those titles because you were that good.  And I knew that we needed to bring our best when facing you for the titles and Ben and I came up just a wee little bit short in that match.  I came up a little bit short in that match if I am honest. 

After that, I felt that I let Ben and the fans down.  But I realized another thing, I let myself down.  I believed the hype of you two because of the gold that was around your waist at the time.  Oh, I had a healthy respect for what you were capable of and still are capable of.  You are young and you are driven and you know what it is like to be champions.  But so have Ben and I…And I forgot that and thus, let myself down.   

Before I go any further, I received some good advice and that was to put myself in my opponent’s shoes in preparation for this match.  So, I have to wonder if I put myself in Eiley’s shoes, just what would she say about this match?

I am sure she would start out by saying that I should go ahead and talk about how I beat Mikah and took her title.  My response to that would be yeah I did…but that is in the past.  Then she would probably start talking about how I would consider her to be Mikah two dot oh.  And in truth, a lot of people see her as such because if you close your eyes, the way she talks sounds so much like how Mikah talks, it is uncanny. 

That is why now I can’t go into matches like this with my eyes closed because Eiley isn’t Mikah two dot oh.  Eiley is her own woman who has held a title.  I can’t doubt her abilities at all.  She can wrestle with the best of them and she has won a majority of her matches.  She is a hall of famer in the making.  I have no doubt that she is destined for great things here in SCW.  Teaming with Oliver Zahn, was sheer genius as well.  He too is another one who has a lot of talent and between the two of you, it is going to be a really interesting match-up for Ben and I. 

But you know…I think there is probably going to be some trash-talking from Eiley telling Ben that he has a loser for a partner.  I know she did that the last time we faced Limitless.  The difference this time is that I am not going to be losing the match for us, on the contrary, I have a renewed sense of wanting to win.  I have decided Eiley that you may be Limitless…but I am going to be unlimited when it comes to this match.  And being unlimited means that I won’t hold back.  Being unlimited will be me hitting all the right moves at all the right times.   From the mat, from the top rope, from anywhere in that arena, I am not going to limit myself at all.  I will leave it all in the ring and when I do, it will be because I have let go of any limits I have and brought the fight to you.   

I guess you could say Eiley that when it comes to this match, stepping into the ring with you isn’t going to do anything to make me lose, no, it is going to inspire me that I am facing someone young and talented and championship material and I am going to prove to you that to underestimate me, which I am sure that you are going to do, will be the last thing you should be doing when it comes to this match at Climax Control.   

And just think, there isn’t going to be a title on the line this time.  No, this time it is just for pride and bragging rights.  This time it is just y’all facing Ben and I and when the dust settles and the bell rings…we will have found the limits of Limitless and there will be nothing to say about it.  Except that Ben and I got our redemption in this match.

See y’all Sunday.     

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Climax Control Archives / Late addition to the match...Goin' to be the last bombshell standing

« on: October 06, 2023, 11:55:09 PM »

The sounds of bodies hitting canvas can be heard as a redhead walks into the midst of people training, lifting weights or just working out on the machines.  Dressed in a pair of tights that outline her legs and a knotted tee with her hair pulled back in a long ponytail that curls against her shoulder, Sam Marlowe moves towards a bench in front of a mirror where she sets a towel and bottle of water down.      Rolling her neck, she reaches down and pulls out a pair of earbuds that she sets in her ears.  Tucked into the sleeve of the tee, a smartphone is taken out on which Sam presses her fingerprint to open the screen and opens her music app.  Pressing play, she smiles at the song that begins to play.  Turning back to the mirror, Sam begins to stretch out by raising her arms over her head.  Unbeknownst to Sam, she attracts attention from people in the gym and the whispers are ignored by the redhead who softly begins to sing along with the music that she only can hear. 

After a rather long time of stretching, Sam moves towards a heavy bag that is still slightly swinging from the last user.  Sam puts her hand up and stops the swing.  She reaches behind her back and pulls a pair of gloves from her tights band and slides them over her fingers.  Leaning into the bag, she can be seen mouthing something before backing away and slamming a fist into the canvas.  Finding her rhythm, she levels strikes and kicks against the bag, humming with each song that plays.   The build-up of sweat plasters the short baby hairs to her forehead.  Suddenly, the music stops as a friendly face appears beside Sam.

“Hey Sammi, how have you been?” asks Pussy Willow who has appeared in the gym dressed for exercising.  “I didn’t know that you would be here in Reno.  Not that I am complaining or anything but I thought that you were going to be back home.  And I didn’t think that you were wrestling this week.”

Sam reaches up to her ears to pull the earbuds out but had forgotten the gloves on her hands and then with a sigh of self depreciating laughter.  Removing the gloves, she pulls the earbuds away.  “Hi Puss, I’m sorry.  What did you say?” Sam says with her eyebrows meeting over a confused look.

“I said that I thought you weren’t wrestling this week,” answers Pussy. 

“I wasn’t really supposed to be but I got a call from Mr. Underwood and he inserted me into the battle royal.  At first, I thought he was joking but then when it happened, I thought I better get some training in.  So here I am in the match,” offers Sam as she reaches for the towel to wipe it across her neck.  “From what I hear, it has some really stiff competition.”

Pussy nods as she sits on the bench while Sam reaches for a jump rope that someone had left lying on the bench.  Moving backwards, Sam begins to skip to the beat of the music that is blaring over the speakers of the room.  Her ponytail bounces from side to side.  Pussy watches her and leans over to pull out a phone and points it at Sam and begins to speak.

“Since you are getting ready for the match, why don’t I do an interview with you.  I mean it has been in like forever since we have done one.  Say yes Sam…PLEASE!” begs Pussy as she waves with her phone.  “I promise to be gentle.”

That comment makes Sam trip on the rope and begins to laugh.  “Oh Pussy, really?  You honestly think that I am afraid of an interview from one of my friends?  Hit me with your best questions and I will answer,” returns Sam as she moves to join Pussy.  Picking up her bottle of water, Sam prepares for the first question.

“Okay Sammi, I am wondering what brought you back to SCW,” demands Pussy before she focuses the camera of the phone on Sam who looks thoughtful.  “I mean…”

“I know what you mean Pussy,” begins Sam.  “I guess it was the fact that I was going to be able to team with my best friend here in SCW when Ben and I challenged for the Mixed Tag titles.  And that one little taste of being in the ring reminded me how much I loved being in the thick of it as a bombshell here in SCW.  And now here I am once more.”

“Speaking of being in the thick of it, you are taking part in a battle royal that is being held to fill the vacant Bombshell Internet title.  Do you think that you stand a chance winning this one?” asks Pussy.  “There are eight other bombshells in the match who have been having some really strong matches and definitely it will be anyone’s match to win,” offers Pussy. 

Sam nods as she slowly starts to tangle her fingers as she fidgets.  “I know that there are some really strong women in this match Pussy and if I am honest, some have beaten me and I have beaten others and it will be interesting to say the least,” responds Sam who looks at her laced fingers.  “I know that most of them will be talking a big game and some will actually be able to back their talk up.  Just being in the ring with the caliber of bombshells that are participating in the ring.  Former champions…Hall of famers…award winners and each of them have their eyes on once more wearing a title here in SCW.”

Pussy shakes her head as she replies, “But Sam, you are a former champion and a hall of famer too.  I wouldn’t put yourself down.  After all, you could beat each and everyone in that match if you put your mind to it.”

“I know that and you know that,” begins Sam.  “Tell that to the others in the match that will put me down for how I have choked since my return.  You know they all love to put me in my place which in their minds might just be in some kind of bombshell retirement home where I need to stay rather than put myself through losing over and over again.  I get it, I really do.  I may not be in the same form as when I was a champion or when I was inducted into the hall of fame and that is okay.  It just means that I am going to have to fight and claw my way back to that and what better way to do that is getting in the ring and focusing on the prize.” 

“So, what is going to be the difference this time Sam?” asks Pussy as she gives Sam a raised eyebrow.

“Well…” muses Sam, “the first difference will be the opportunity to challenge for the Bombshell Internet title and should I do the unthinkable and win…that will add one more accolade to my career and that would mean that I could call myself a grandslam champion of the modern titles.  The only title to elude me has been the Bombshell Internet title and Sunday I get another shot at it.”

“That is true,” offers Pussy.  “But I am sure that there are women in the match that you are going to have to be worried about.”

“Oh sure, I can definitely say that there are women that I know have faced me and that I have beaten.  And there are women who I have faced and I have lost to.  But knowing that, I am going to have to reach down deep and give it one thousand percent on Sunday.”

Before Sam can continue, a buzzing sound can be heard from Sam’s phone.  Reaching for it, she sees the caller and excuses herself to answer it.  Pussy watches her as Sam holds up the phone to look at the image of the caller who smiles.

“Hullo Ginge,” says Ben Jordan with a grin.  “Bear says hi too.”

“Hi Ben and Bear,” responds Sam.  “How are you doing?”

Ben raises a pint and offers Sam a silent toast.  “I wanted to talk to you about Harper Mason Sam.  I might have offered your services to her.”

Sam looks confused.  “Harper Mason…Jessie Salco’s Harper Mason?  Wait a minute…what do you mean you offered her my services Ben?” Sam’s eyes narrow as on screen, Ben brushes his hand through his hair and scratches at his stubbled jaw.

“I might have told her that you would be someone that she might want to talk to about training with her to help her out,” mumbles Ben as he avoids looking directly into the camera.

“You did what?!?” exclaims Sam.  “I would be willing to help Harper sure enough but won’t that make Jessie Salco jealous?  And if that happens, will she be comin’ to kick my behind for it?” Sam looks worriedly at Ben.

“Nah,” offers the Cockney.  “Besides, Harper is looking for a mentor that is more of a face than what Jessie seems to be.  But it is up to you Ginge.  I told her she could give you a call at Climax Control last week.  Speaking of…you weren’t there, were you?”

Sam brushes the curly hairs at the nape of her neck upwars nervously.  “No, I was home in Texas visiting with Daddy and dragon slaying.”

“Oh, and how is the dragon?” asks Ben.

“Just as salty as per usual.  Very pregnant and just not fit for company actually,” says Sam as she turns to see Pussy filming her and waving.  “Pussy’s waving at me to finish this interview and then I have to get back to training Ben.  Are you coming to Climax Control this week?  If so, I owe you a pub night.” 

“That sounds like a date then Ginge,” answers Ben.  “I will hold you to that S…”

The sound of the emergency test makes Sam jerk and drop the call.  Pussy stands up and moves to where Sam is standing.  “Are you ok?  Who was that?” she questions

“It was Ben tellin’ me about something that happened last week.  But that being said, I have to get back to trainin’ Pussy.  I am sorry but this interview needs to be over.  I will talk to you at Climax Contol,” offers Sam as she moves to the towel on the bench and picking it and the water up.  “It has been great talkin’ to you Pussy.”

Pussy watches as Sam makes her way towards the rack of dumbbells and grabs a pair to walk to the bench press where she sets the weights down to put her earbuds in again and presses play on her phone.  Pussy watches and then calls out.

“Good luck Sunday Sammi!”

Sam looks up and smiles with a wave to her friend as the scene fades.

Here we go once again.  A second match where I am main eventing a Climax Control.  Only this time it isn’t just any match…it is a match for the vacant Bombshell Internet title and it is a match that is really going to make the new champion earn the title.  A battle royal between nine competitors for the championship.  Can you believe it…someone up there must like me.

Now if you were to ask some of the others in the match, they would say that I have been given this opportunity because I am the favorite of the bosses.  Sam Marlowe, sweetheart of SCW being given another undeserved title shot.  Everyone seems to forget that I have done my best to earn my shots and you would think that being someone that has practically done it all here in SCW, I would be at least due some respect. 

I will tell you now that I am sure that everyone in this ring with me does have respect deep down but are hiding it very well as they put me down for the umpteenth time as a loser and undeservin’.  Here is the thing though…I have beaten some of the bombshells in the match and I have a historic rivalry with one.  So, the thing to do is talk about just why I am in this match. 

See, I have come back into SCW and I have decided that I needed to get back in form.  And in reality, getting back into that form means that I have to challenge some of the best in the company and those in the main event at Climax Control are some of the best in this division.  Each and every one of the Bombshells in the match deserve to be there and I am going to admit that hearing that I was included into this battle royal gave me a bit of a fangirl moment to think that I will be facing some strong competition.

That fangirling will not get in the way of me giving it my all to fight my way to the title at the end of the match.  I mean I could just coast in a corner to the end of the match and basically try to win by staying out of the radar of the others. 

Yeah, that ain’t gonna happen…

I suppose that now is the time that I address my opponents considering that they have probably talked about me already.  Let’s see…who to speak about first?  Oh I know…Ariana Angelos.  See, she was someone that has been a champion before and well she is looking for another title.  And before she used to be the fun loving, lovable goofball that everyone cheered but now I have seen her just change.  And not for the better if you ask me.  I honestly sit back and wonder just what crawled up inside her and turned her mean.  If I hadn’t seen what happened with Keira ending Sin, I would swear that thing infected Ariana.  I am sure she would say that she had learned her lesson about needing to be mean to make people realize that she is championship material but if you really want to be a champion Ariana, you don’t have to be that way.  You just have to be better that the others.  And I am sure you reminded everyone about how you eliminated me from Blast from the Past so kudos to you.  But this isn’t Blast from the Past and I am not that same Sam Marlowe.  If you beat me, they you have to be better than me and right now, I am getting into the groove with a win over another of my opponents.

That is right, Mercedes Vargas is in the match and she was my last opponent in the ring.  And it was also a main event mafch where I beat her in an electrified steel cage.  That match Mercedes wasn’t for a title but this time it is.  Historically Mercedes, we have traded title matches and title wins multiple times and this might just be another title that I will take from you.

Lets address the most dangerous woman in this match.  That is right, I am talking about Zoey Lukas.  She is a very competent bombshell who can win whatever match she is involved with.  After all, she won it all when she won the queen for a day match and was able to basically give herself a title shot which of course she did.  And when she did, I don’t know if you could say that she choked but in actuality, she might have bitten off more than she could chew in that match and well, in this match…it is another big bite that she is trying to take but when it comes to this kind of match, she just might be the favorite.  Not if I have anything to say about it because I am coming to beat each and everyone in the match, you included Zoey.

And let’s not forget Krystal Wolfe…someone that is on the road to redemption after she was possessed.  Given that you were Krystal, what does it say that now you are trying to bring yourself out of the dark and back to the light.  Yeah, at Into the Void you attacked me and you put me into a position where I wasn’t in a good place but then you let me stand back up.  That was your mistake Krystal.  Because you didn’t consider me worth your time means that I was an afterthought to you.   And that means that in this match you are going to underestimate me and that is going to be your second mistake.

Now let me address Luna…the bombshell whose crocodile mouth is writing cheques her canary rearend will have trouble cashing in the main event.  Yeah I haven’t faced you and so I don’t really know what you are capable of but then again, you have no idea what I am capable of.  See, you might not have looked into my history but in this match, I have a little bit more desire to win it and just because you are in the match and thus in my crosshairs, don’t let the fact that I was a late addition to the match fool you Luna…I deserve to be there.

Seleana…the last time I saw you in the ring, you lost.  Don’t get me wrong, you did put up a good fight but it was not your best performance.  And if you want to stand a chance this week, you need to put on your big girl pants and realize that none of us are going to go easy on you.  Heck, you have been a champion before and this title is within your grasp…sort of.  You have eight others that will prove you wrong. 

And last but not least…Tempest.  It seems when it comes to big challenges for me, there you are.  We haven’t faced off in a long time and I know you are probably thinking that with it being so long ago, I wouldn’t remember just how strong you are.  Trust me, I remember and I am going to be wary of that strength.  But I also seem to remember that the times we were in the ring against easy other, you tended to not be on the winning side of those matches and I am hopin’ beyond hope that remains the case.

So ladies, I nothing much else to say about this match.  The eight of you are very big blocks in my way.  But when it comes to this match, I am going to be burning with a desire to do something that I have yet to do and that is become a grand slam champion here in SCW.  That is right…the one title that has eluded me is the one title that I am challenging for in this main event on Sunday.  It is the one title I have yet to hold but I tell you this now and I mean it when I say that I will not let it slip through my fingers.

See you Sunday and best of luck trying to keep me down and out.  I am comin’ for the belt ladies and there ain’t nothin’ or no one that is goin’ to stop me from winning the Bombshell Internet title.

       


      

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Climax Control Archives / Main eventing in an electrified steel cage = SHOCKING!

« on: September 15, 2023, 11:25:03 PM »

Sam Marlowe can be seen walking into a training facility where she is joined by a group of people in grey sweats and running shoes.  Sam is dressed in a pair of black and white tights, wrestling boots and a knotted tee that reveals her midriff.  She has her hair pulled back off her face in a long curling ponytail that rests on her left shoulder. Around her, the others can be seen whispering and motioning at the redhead as she looks towards the door where someone can be seen walking into the room, a Las Vegas PD uniform indicates that Sam is at the police academy with some new recruits.

Seeing the instructor move closer, Sam holds out her hand and smiles at him.  “I want to thank you sir with helpin’ me get ready for this match I got comin’ up at Climax Control,” she says.  “I wasn’t sure who to turn to for this short of a prison guard that runs the electric chair.”

“That is quite all right miss,” answers the instructor.  “Although from what you had told me, taser training will not be the same as what you said you were in for.”

Sam nods as she motions for the taser that is now noticeable on the table nearby.  “I suspect that actually electrifyin’ a mess of chain length here in Vegas outside of Climax Control might have caused me a bit of a mess.  So, let’s get to it shall we?” she asks.

Sam moves closer to the table as the rest of the recruits move to join her.  The instructor walks around the table to stand behind it, his hand resting on the butt of the taser.  The rest of the recruits look between her and the taser as one recruit slowly raises their hand with a questioning look on their face.

“I’m sorry sir,” they begin as they rub their hands down the side of their sweats.  “But why is this woman here dressed like that for the taser tests?  I don’t remember her being recruited with this class sir.”

Sam is about to respond only to stop as the instructor holds up his hand.  “Miss Marlowe is here to get some training on the use of electrical current in preparation for a match that she has been booked in.  Her husband is a friend who I have worked with before so he requested some of my time to help her.  Are there any other questions before we start?” asks the instructor. 

The recruits shake their heads and move back as the instructor picks up the taser and motions for one to step up.  Sam watches as the recruit is joined by a pair of colleagues.  The instructor steps behind them and points the taser at the back of the recruit. 

“TASER TASER TASER!” he calls out before squeezing the trigger that sends the electrodes out of the weapon.  They dig into the body of the recruit who begins to seize up and shake as the electricity moves through their body and sends them to the floor to flip flop for thirty seconds before the instructor releases the trigger.  Watching him, Sam brings a hand up to her mouth in surprise at the reaction to the electricity.  Her eyes widen seeing the tears in the eyes of the recruit. 

“Dang,” she mutters before her eyes look up to the instructor who has released the taser electrodes and is reloading the taser.  He looks up and their eyes lock as he mouths the word ready at the redhead.  Visibly swallowing, Sam moves to the mat where she is joined by spotters.  One leans forward to whisper softly at her to relax and try not to tense up.  Sam offers the recruit a nervous nod then turns her back to the instructor.

“I’m ready when you are,” says Sam as she lowers her head and takes a slow steadying breath and closes her eyes.  Behind her, the instructor aims the taser and calls out.

“TASER TASER TASER!”

Sam feels the electrodes enter her skin and gasps in surprise but the gasp changes into a whine of pain as the current begins to run through her body dropping her to the mat.  Her eyes water as she jolts with the voltage.  The instructor releases the trigger and the spotters move to help Sam who curls up in a fetal position and fights to breath.  Before they can reach her, the instructor hits the trigger again which sends the body of Sam into spasms with a scream of pain. The recruits look at the instructor in surprise as he again releases the trigger on the taser.

“SIR!” exclaims the recruit on Sam’s right.  “She’s not a recruit, she really is suffering…”

“No…it’s…okay,” Sam fights to say as she is uncurling as the second recruit removes the electrodes from the taser.  “I am in a match in an electrified steel cage…I won’t only have one shock I am sure.”  Sam fights to her hands and knees then to her feet where she wobbles slightly.  “But for right now…I think I am goin’ to sit this next couple of tests out.”

Smiling slightly, Sam slowly starts to walk towards the bleachers that are off to the side.  Once there, she sits down and hangs her head while recovering.  She can hear the others going through the tasering and grimacing with each shout from the recruits.

Back home in the States and the first match after losing the match for the mixed tag championship.  You would think that I would be put in the opener considering how people perceive me and the losing streak that I am going through.  Heck, I would have thought that I wouldn’t be someone who could be anything more than a show opener lately.  Not that opening a show is a bad thing but it is thought of by some as punishment for not winning. 

However, if I am honest, it seems that I have someone who has faith in me and booked me outside of my comfort zone into the rarified air that is the main event of Climax Control.  That’s right…THE main event.  Not for a title or anything but a match against another bombshell that doesn’t seem to be on a winning streak either. 

I am talking about the fact that this Sunday I will be stepping into a match with Mercedes Vargas.  Someone I know rather well because she and I seem to have this history that I am sure she is going to talk about over and over again…how she beat me for titles and how I won them back from her.  If I had to pick one bombshell in SCW that I could almost consider a nemesis…it would be Mercedes Vargas.  And believe you me, she is a nemesis.

This week, however, our main event match is going to harken back to our history when it comes to the Bombshell Roulette title that we fought over in the past.  And this match is so diabolical, I am surprised that it was even sanctioned.   

Before you even say anything, I will let you know that one would not call a steel cage match diabolical.  Painful maybe…bloody, quite possibly.  No, what makes it diabolical is that that steel trap has the addition of electricity that will electrify the cage.  One touch of a body part against the steel will send a current through the body that will be something that could cause a person to drop in pain.  Could the electrified steel cause enough of a shock to cause a wrestler to lose the match?

I am going to be quite straight with you Mercedes.  I suspect that you are going to say you are prepared for this match and that you are going to send me into the steel to feel the pain.  And I am sure that I will somehow touch the steel and I will scream as electricity arches over my skin.  But I will not let the shock stop me from stepping up to you and giving it my all to win the match. 

Remember Mercedes, between us, we have a storied history and this is only the next chapter of our story.  We will be in this match and we will have a chance to dig and fight our way to success to get us back onto the winning ways that you and I both know we can achieve.  I kept telling myself this week that I don’t want to lose this match.  And I am not going to because I have trained and I have learned and I have made a promise to myself that no matter what happens in this match this Sunday, I am walking out of the match after having my arm raised in victory. 

So if that means that you are going to have to be slammed into the steel until you are a shocked bloody mess, then that is what I am ready to do.  I got nothin’ to lose Mercedes.  And that is what is making me dangerous this week. 

It is the main event after all and that means I am going to have to give more than one hundred percent to beat you.  I am ready to give that and more.  And that is going to mean that you may not be able to stop me on Sunday.

I will wish you luck though Mercedes.  WE are going to both need it in that cage however, I suspect you are going to need it more.

See you Sunday.  I will be the one across the ring with their arm raised in victory.     

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Climax Control Archives / Offering respect but not backing down

« on: August 04, 2023, 11:36:06 PM »

The airport in Beijing is crowded with many people on Monday morning and in the midst of it, a familiar redhead is wheeling a rather large suitcase towards a counter, her hair pulled back into a rather messy bun on the back of her head and a pair of silvered sunglasses covers her eyes.  Dressed in a pair of comfortable denim capris, a Sam Marlowe tee and canvas shoes, Sam Marlowe shoulders a large bag. 

“Ginge, we got time before the flight,” drawls a tired looking Ben Jordan who is dressed in a white button down shirt and dark pants.  “And we are just heading back to Vegas and why would we rush that?”

Sam turns to look at her tag partner and offers him a giggle as she pulls the shades down her nose slightly.  “Who said we were heading back to Vegas Ben?” she asks.  “We are headed to Peru actually.  We need to get there ASAP considering where I will be wrestling.  I don’t know if you know but where we are going is like very high up in the air and I want to make sure that I am going to be able to get in the ring and not suffer.”

Ben looks at Sam with a confused look on his face.  “High up?  And I am not scheduled for this week am I?”

“No, you aren’t booked this week however, I am sure that we will be wanting to be scouting Eiley and Oliver Zahn in preparation for the supercard.  And since you lost that little bet we had about the Great Wall, well…I have decided how you are going to pay up.  So we need to get to the flight counter and then ready to board the plane to Peru,” offers Sam as she once more pushes the glasses over her eyes.

“Oh you have?” questions Ben with a smirk.  “I still think you cheated.  So what is my payout?”

“Oh no no no Prat, now is not the time to learn that.  I want you to be surprised when the time comes.  Besides, I like keeping you in suspense,” teases the redhead as she stands in line behind a short couple arguing with the counter agent.  Suddenly a second wicket opens and waves Sam forward.

“Welcome to Asiana airlines, boarding pass please,” the agent says as Sam holds out her passport and the ticket.  While the agent looks it over, Sam grunts softly as she puts the suitcase on the belt to weight it.  “You wish to check your luggage?”

“Yes please,” answers Sam.  “And can you tell me how long it will take to get to Peru on our flight?”

The agent looks on her terminal and types in a few keystrokes.  Behind Sam, Ben leans over to listen to the response.  “The flight is through Seoul and Los Angeles and will be one day and three hours.  I will take your husband’s passport now…”

“Oh we aren’t married…” both Sam and Ben say together which then has Sam mutter under her breath ‘jinx, you owe me a beer’ which only makes Ben raise his eyebrow.   The agent looks at the pair and Ben shakes his head and is about to say something else but notices that Sam has held up a finger in warning.  Putting his arm around her shoulder, he can’t help but grin.  “But Ginge...we are partners.”

“Oh, you not married but you partners,” says the agent with a wide grin.  “I understand.”  She reaches out for Ben’s passport and then looks it over and then checks the boarding pass.  Handing them back, she motions for the pair to the right.  “You will need to go to the gate as the flight will be leaving in an hour.  Safe travels.”

Sam nods and again shoulders her bag and looks up to try and find where the gate direction is and notes that it is in Terminal three.  “Hellfire,” she mutters as she looks at Ben.  “Well let’s go then…”

The pair head towards the walkway to take them to Terminal three.  Forty five minutes later, the two are sitting outside of the gate.  A voice comes over the speakers as Sam and Ben are discussing the trip sayng that the flight was on schedule.

“We fly into Seoul then LA and then down to Lima.  Once we get there, we have to head to Cusco but we need to take it fairly slowly since Cuzco is like eleven thousand feet above sealevel,” offer Sam as she is reading her phone.  “It means that we could suffer from altitude sickness.  It says here that we have to take things slow, keep hydrated and maybe for the first day or so…no drinking alcohol.  Just until we acclimate.”

“I think that is a deal breaker Sammi,” replies Ben as he leans back and crosses his feet to get comfortable.  “Don’t we have to be careful not to drink the water?”

Sam looks a bit confused for a moment.  “You know, I don’t know.  I would think that they have bottled water for the tourists.  I guess we will see when we get there to Cusco on Wednesday.  By the way, I ended up booking a two-bedroom house in Cusco. You are welcome to stay with me if you like.  With all of us going there for the show, might be a bit difficult to get a place quick enough.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind sharing?  I could always find something on a beach near there you know.  Maybe Lake Titicaca has space…” Ben says with a grin at the name of the lake. 

“We are friends Ben, mi casa est su casa,” says Sam.  “Okay so now all we need is to get there.”  Looking up, she sees the agent approaching the desk and pulling up a small walkie talkie that she speaks into announcing the flight boarding.  Sam and Ben get to their feet and move forward, their passports and boarding passes at the ready.  The scene fades with the pair heading down the skywalk towards the plane. 

It has been a long flight and now here I am in Cusco Peru.  The air is thin but we both knew that when we were booking this show to take place near the Wonder of the World, Machu Picchu.   I am the type of person that likes to prepare for tours.  I don’t know if you have looked into my history when it comes to tours, I tend to try and book a central place to stay and then travel for each show that I am booked on.  But this tour is completely different because we are not in a regional situation.  We are in the middle of a globe trotting tour that has taken us from Petra Amman, Rome Italy, China and now to Peru.  How can you even plan a central place to stay.  So I was forced to make other plans.

And of course, I also like to look at the places where we go for these shows.  I read about Peru and the fact that Climax Control is going to be in a venue that is high up in the Andes where the air is thin and the chance at catching altitude sickness is a real possibility.  Which meant that I needed to get here as quickly as I could so that should I be booked in a match, I would have time to acclimate to the lack of oxygen and also be prepared to face whoever they put me against. 

I was mid flight when I went online to see that I was booked in Peru and then I was able to see who I would be facing and I was quite surprised to see that I was facing Aleesha Jones.  I will admit that I really don’t know her quite well but I have been looking into her as well.  And I will tell you right now, seeing what she has done in her short time in SCW, I am really impressed.  It isn’t often that you see someone come into the company, get a couple of wins under their belt then disappear for a while.  Made me wonder why but then I realized that it wasn’t something that I needed to stick my nose into. 

Let me address Aleesha though.  I have to say that I am honored to be facing her in only her third match in Sin City Wrestling.  Like I said, I don’t really know her but from what I have heard, she is good.  So I looked into her opponents and when I saw what happened in the matches, I couldn’t help but root for her even though I knew she won the matches.  She was fighting those matches as the rookie…the very definition of underdog.  Heck, you beat Eiley who I lost to just a couple of weeks back.  Guess that makes me the underdog in this match huh?

Listen, I don’t know what has been going on with you but Mark Ward and Christian Underwood must see something in you that they wanted to really put you to the test.  So I guess I am one of the bars they want you to surpass.  Given that people seem to think that I am a well known bombshell, I am step one on a person’s way to title shots.  And I really hope that I not only am I a challenge, I am someone that will definitely make you earn everything you get in this company. 

I have to also admit that I think that you Aleesha remind me of well me when I first started.  I was a fresh faced young woman who put her head down and stepped in the ring to be the one that was the rookie.  I got a couple of wins under my belt so to speak and earned a shot at a title but when that match happened, I didn’t win it.  I became something of a workhorse for the company and kept racking up wins and losses but I always worked hard for every match. 

My first title win in Sin City was the  Bombshell World title in a match against Mikah.  See, I never thought that I was worthy enough to ask for a title match but somehow, Mikah got cocky and was able to choose her challenger back at My Bloody Valentine in 2016.  And she choose to face me…the rookie in her first year of wrestling and I surprised everyone by winning that title. 

Now I can’t say that winning that belt in my rookie year was a confidence builder but I walked a little taller and I knew that I arrived.    And I think that you could also be like me because you are just as ready and just as capable of winning belts here in Sin City. But I will tell you honestly Aleesha, you have to put in the work to get there.

So, your third match is against me and well I am sure you have heard a lot about me.  You have probably listened to everyone who has spoken about me being over the hill as a bombshell.  That I have fallen so far because I am not as much of a winner anymore, losing more than often in their opinion.  Yeah, maybe I have lost a couple of matches and maybe I haven’t gotten back to the Bombshell champion I used to be but I don’t really care to worry about titles.  The only things I care about right now is making sure that I go out to that ring and give my opponents a fight to remember.  Win or lose, I know that when I step in the ring, all bets are off. 

So we have a couple of days to prepare for this match and trust me, I am going to be studying your matches and I am going to promise you that I am coming for the win.  You better be on your game for Climax Control.  Because I am here in Cusco and I am preparing to wrestle in the thin of air here in Cusco.  I hope that you aren’t going to be suffering from altitude sickness.  I don’t want you to have any excuse when it comes to justifying a loss.  You are better than that I am sure.  And that is why I can’t wait to face you in the middle of the ring.     

”You weren’t kidding about this thin air Ginge,” huffs Ben Jordan who is following Sam towards the ruins of Machu Picchu.  Dressed in a pair of shorts, boots, safari shirt and a beat up fedora, Ben is filming the redhead who is dressed similarly.  She moves along the trail towards the staircase and turns to Jordan.

“That’s why we came earlier than just the day or two before the show.  And you knew that we had to come and see this wonder.  How many people can claim to have visited all the seven wonders of the world hmmm?” asks Sam as she waves her arms around to point at the pyramid. 

“True but Ginge, I was wanting to stay back at the house relaxing,” offers Ben as he holds up a small camcorder.  “But you got me filming ya.”

“You did lose the bet Ben and I figured that I would need a cameraman to film me here and you were here with me anyways,” giggles Sam.  “So, are you ready to film or not?”

Ben stops and then turns to sit on one of the stone steps of the pyramid before pushing the hat back on his head and looks up at the redhead who has her hands on her hips and is looking down at the Cockney King who holds up the camera.  “Crack on Sammi, I am going to sit her and film ya and then when we are done, you and me will go for a couple britneys.”

“Deal,” states Sam as she moves to the side and sits on a stair herself.  She looks over at Ben and motions for him to begin filming.

In two days I am going to be stepping into a ring in Cusco for Climax Control against Aleesha Jones and I have to say that I am looking forward to it.

You see, she is the first person in a long time to actually consider me a worthy opponent.  You can’t imagine Aleesha how good it feels to have someone talk about me like I am a challenge, not a has been.  And if I am being honest, I would like to thank you for the respect you are showing me. 

Let me be clear though, even with the mutual respect we are showing each other, this isn’t going to be a match that will see either of us holding back I am sure.  You want a challenge but you also want to prove yourself I am sure.  You are still working on finding your way into challenging for titles and I have been there, done that.  Which means that the two of us are both dangerous in our own ways.

You are a conundrum for sure.  Almost a contradiction in terms of what I have observed.  You are tough, you have a winning record that means you are tough to face and even tougher to beat I am sure.  But you are also an unknown quantity when it comes to matches and being able to study you.  What I saw in your matches, you definitely won’t be someone that I can push around.  But there are only two matches that I am able to study that I know of.  I liked what I saw.  If you ask me, I think that even though you are new, you are someone that I predict will go onto win titles here in Sin City Wrestling.  It may not be right away but I am sure that you are going to go far.   

Now, this match isn’t just you in the ring.  I am stepping into the ring in what could possibly be the last time I am in the ring before me and Ben here challenge for the Mixed Tag titles.  Can you imagine the confidence that I will have if I am able to go into that match with a win.  See, I am out to prove that when Ben and I won that number one contendership match, it wasn’t a fluke.  In all actuality, we should have been in the title match but well, that didn’t happen and now it will be happening at Violent Conduct. 

I want to prove to myself as well that I am able to step into the ring with a future champion who beat my opponent and win.  You beat Eiley and that is something that I haven’t done.  Y’all would think that I could beat a rookie but you would be wrong when it comes to matches lately.  But that doesn’t mean that lightning can’t strike on Sunday. 

I am coming to this match looking for a fight.  I need to push myself facing someone that I respect for their talent to prepare me for the supercard.  And when I say that I respect you Aleesha, I mean it.  So this match isn’t going to be a fight between a rookie and a veteran.  This is going to be a match between equals Ms Jones.  Don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t worth of a match of this caliber. 

But I also want to warn you Aleesha.  I am not looking at facing Eiey at Violent Conduct.  I am not looking at anything but you and focusing on our match.  You aren’t someone that I would dare disrespect by not bringing my best.  After all, that IS the reason that you were booked to face me isn’t it?  That is just what I am telling myself.  Christian Underwood and Mark Ward want you to face someone that won’t have their focus on anything but their opponent.  Each match I am in, each opponent I face, that is where my focus is set and it is set with laser precision right smackdab on you this Sunday at Climax Control. 
Make no mistake of underestimating me.  Because that is where I am at my most dangerous.  I can come at you from any angle, and I do mean ANY angle.  Whether it is from the mat, the top rope, or on the outside…submission or pin…I am unpredictable when it comes to challenging anyone.  I have no limits and no quit. 

So bring your best Aleesha…because I am bringing mine.

Sam makes a cutting motion towards Ben who stops filming her and then offers a smile.  “Well said Sam.  So now what?”

Sam looks at Ben then to the top of the pyramid, a slow smile crossing her face. 

“How about double or nothing?” she offers as she nods to the top and points between the two of them. 

Ben follows her glance then nods slowly.  “Bloody hell Ginge.  You’re on.”

The two begin the climb up the stairs, Sam edging ahead before she is pulled back by Ben who then teases her by preventing her from passing his as they move up the stairs higher.

“PRAT, that is cheating!” exclaims Sam but Ben continues blocking her with a chuckle as he moves up the stairs ahead of Sam.

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Climax Control Archives / Facing Eiley one on one

« on: July 21, 2023, 11:28:52 PM »

OOC:  I have to apologize, had a medical emergency this week that caused me to not be able to write as much as I had plotted out.  But back on my feet now.

*** roleplay***

Wow, I just can’t believe it.  Ben and I will be facing Eiley and Oliver Zahn for the titles that we should have been competing for at Summer XXXTreme.  But that is for the future isn’t it Eiley?  It was the first match that was announced for Violent Conduct.  And do you know what is funny about that? 
It actually gives you a heads up that your titles will only be around your waist for a little over a month.
Don’t get me wrong, you were a strong pair that did win the titles and trust me when I say that you dominated the match.  And congratulations on winning the titles that were reinstated.  I know that the competition was fierce and actually winning those titles was an accomplishment that deserves respect so bravo, you won the titles and got my respect that night.

But then you went and opened your mouths and made me lose it.

Listening to you talk last week on Climax Control about the fact that you were the ones that were the only deserving pair to win the titles and you belittled Ben and I like we were nothing.  Maybe you need to learn how to be humble.  You talk a big game but when it comes to titles, these are your first ones aren’t they?  And winning them went right to your head. 

You don’t even really know me do you.  Oh you seem to think you do but when push comes to shove, you are just repeating everything that every other Bombshells says about me because you seem to think that is something that will put me in my place and give you the advantage in the ring.  I want to remind you that I am a former mixed tag champion, a multi time Bombshell Roulette champion, a multi time Bombshell World title holder and a hall of famer.  Those accolades themselves would earn me respect one would suspect but not from you I am sure because you don’t know how to respect anything.

Just means I am going to have to earn your respect at Climax Control by beating you in the middle of the ring.         

Sam Marlowe stands outside of her home in Vegas where she is waiting for someone.  She looks out over the back garden where a small pool and patio is.  Dressed in a white bikini and sunglasses, she leans against one of the pillars lost in thought.  She doesn’t hear the footsteps behind her as Colton Myers moves to lean into her, his hands going around her waist. 

“Hey sweetness,” he says while laying his chin on the shoulder of Sam who smiles and leans back into the arms of her husband.  “Penny for your thoughts.”

Sam turns back to look at the pool where she had been staring at.  “Just thinking of what is going on this week.  I have the flight to Jordan and I have to prepare for a match against someone that I will be facing at the supercard.  And I have to admit that this tour really has me confused.”

“Confused…how so?” Colton asks. 

Sam moves closer to the pool and sits on the edge before she slowly lowers one foot into the water.  “Normally I get to pick some place central and then I am able to stay close to the shows for tours but this one is all over the place that is isn’t just as easy.  And if I come home, I am not going to be in any shape due to jetlag.  If I am honest, my best bet is to just head to each city after each show.  This week in Jordan I have a match against Eiley…someone that is a rookie.  She is definitely going to be a challenge.  Trained by Mikah, attitude of a multiple time champion,” begins Sam as she kicks the water.  “She is just another person that will be putting me down I am sure.  But I am looking forward to this match.  It will be a way to start getting prepared for the supercard.”
Colton crouches down beside Sam and slowly plays his hands over the shoulders of his wife.  “I can’t believe that you would let someone like that get the better of you.  Why do you think that she is going to be putting you down?”

“Darlin’, everyone puts me down and I have to say that I ain’t worried.  Sure it plays with my confidence but I have realized that I can’t let it bother me when it comes to my wrestling,” she offers with a half smile.  “I just need to go into each match with confidence and do what I do best and that is give it my all.”  She turns to Colton and smiles up at him.  “What about you?  Did you want to come watch the match…have a free trip to Jordan?”
Colton frowns slightly and shakes his head.  “I wish I could sweetness but I got this job..” he says, his eyes not meeting Sam’s.  “They need me on set day after tomorrow.  But I will be watching the stream from the job.  Go get em Tiger!”

Colton leans forward and kisses the top of Sam’s head as he straightens up and begins to back away from Sam. 
“I have to go and pack for the trip to the set.  Care to join me?”

Sam gets to her feet and joins Colton entering the house.

Eiley, I understand you and the fact that you are bemoaning the fact that you and your partner are being compared to your mentors.  I don’t see you as the next Mikah even though you are so desperate to be her.  You just don’t see it, do you?  Let me show you shall I?

Just like Mikah, you are so full of yourself and consider yourself untouchable by any of the bombshells in the back.  Heck, you even end your little promotional videos with Ciao just like Mikah even though you aren’t her.  And don’t get me started on the fact that just like Mikah, you open your mouth to put everyone in their place because no one is better than you.

Let me tell you a story Mi…I mean Eiley.  Once upon a time there was a woman named Mikah who dominated in the ring and she was the Bombshell World champion.  And everyone that she faced she beat.  She was golden in the ring and she thought that she was untouchable and that no one could beat her.  She thought this so strongly that she decided that she would grace a bombshell with a chance to try to take her title that she had held.  And when it came to defending that championship against her hand picked opponent, she lost the title to that challenger.  Now I don’t know if Mikah had told you about that when she was mentoring you or even what she might have said about it but in that match, she walked in full of confidence and walked out without the belt.  If Mikah hadn’t told you, that handpicked opponent who took her title was me.

Now I am not telling you this story to hurt your confidence.  No, I am telling you this story to make you realize that when it comes to doubting me, you need to know that I am not someone that will just walk away from the match without making sure that I did everything I could do to earn respect from my opponent.  I am the one bombshell that everyone considers the sweetheart of SCW.  And to be honest, I can be a sweetheart at times but when that bell rings, this sweetheart turns into a tiger who is out to win. 

I am sure that you are going to tell me that I am not a threat because of my win loss record lately.  Go ahead and talk up how bad I am and how badly you are going to beat me because I know that when it comes to you, you follow the playbook of your mentor.  Speaking of, does Mikah appreciate the fact that you are basically her but younger?  Because isn’t that the sincerest form of flattery isn’t it?  I just don’t understand why you feel the need to be her.  Or is it because you are afraid to go out on your own, step out of her shadow, be your own woman? 

Tell you what Eiley, I will treat you as your own person.  I kid when talking about how you are trying to be Mikah.  Because you can’t be her.  At least I hope you can’t.  Sorry, that was a bit catty of me.  You after all are a champion and I am just the challenger that will be facing you at the next supercard for that belt you are carrying.  The only difference between me taking the Bombshell Championship from Mikah and Ben and I taking the Mixed Tag title belts from you and your partner is the name of the supercard.  But before that, we have our match at Climax Control in Amman Jordan and let me tell you, I am going to be there to test your mettle.  What better way to test your limits…and prove that you are definitely not Limitless.

See you Sunday at Climax Control Eiley.  I will be the one across the ring from you looking to beat you in the middle of the ring.   

10

Climax Control Archives / Favorite tag partner from BFTP redux

« on: June 10, 2023, 12:00:21 AM »

The sounds of a wrestling match can be heard from the television at the home of Sam Marlowe but it isn’t drawing the attention of the owner of the house.  She’s dressed in a pair of jeans with rips in the knees and a baseball jersey with Stitch on it.  Beside her, Philip Marlowe in casual clothes can be seen, lounging back and sipping at a long necked bottle as he watches the action.  On the screen, the image of Sam wrestling with Ben Jordan in the background plays which has Philip shaking his head.

“I know you told me princess that this wrestling in something y\all like but I don’t know why you like to fly ‘round the ring like that.  Ain’t you afraid of hurting yourself?” asks Philip Marlowe but he doesn’t get a reply.  Turning from the television, he sees Sam on the couch, one knee pulled up with her elbow resting on it.  She appears a million miles away and not listening to what her father is saying.  Philip leans back and rests one arm over the back of the couch.  “So, y’all want to move back to Texas and be a nanny to Cyn’s kids?” he muses.

“Sure Daddy, whatever you say,” answers Sam which causes her father to laugh and finally get her attention.  “What’s so funny?”

“You princess,” her father responds.  “I just suggested that you move back to Texas and be Cyn’s nanny…”

He is stopped by the horrified look on Sam’s face and laughs harder as he leans forward and sets the bottle on the table in front of him.  “Let’s have it Sammi…what’s got y’all distracted.”

Sam turns towards her father and pulls her feet up to sit Indian style.  “Daddy, I just found out something that is really making me think.  Y’all know my friend Ben right?”

“Shore enough do.  Ain’t he the one that bought you at that auction way back?  Your sister was spitting nails that night.  What about him?” Philip asks.

“He and I kinda went our separate ways for a bit there.  I mean he had things he was doing…I had things that I was doin’ and well we drifted apart you could say.  Don’t get me wrong…we were still friends but it got weird you know.  His wife and him kinda made me feel like a third wheel and rather than cling, I was happy for him and all but we lost our closeness,” admits Sam who brings up her hand and lightly nibbles on her thumbnail.

Seeing it, her father lightly pats the hand making her pull it away from her mouth.  He puts his hand on the hand of Sam that had fallen to the couch.  “So what is wrong now?” he asks softly.

“Nothing really Daddy but you would think that if your friend was goin’ through something they would come to you right?” she wonders out loud.  “He sent for me and Jamie to tell us that he’s back but that he also got divorced and gave up all his houses and worldly goods.  Basically it is just him and Bear and his private jet.”

“He’s got a private jet?” jokes Philip.  “Does it fly?  Or is it a glorified home?”

“Daddy!  I don’t know if he considers it home or not but I am more concerned that when he was goin’ through all that, he didn’t come to me for help,” sighs Sam.  “I guess that maybe he didn’t see our friendship as important at that time.”

“Sammi, who was it that he invited to talk to about it?” muses Philip.

Sam thinks for a moment and tilts her head.  “He called me and Jamie to meet him.”

Sam’s father nods and then speaks again.  “And what did he talk about?”

“He told us what had happened and why he was so distant and all that,” admits Sam.  “Then he said that he wanted to go for the Mixed Tag titles in Sin City Wrestling with me…although Jamie offered to be his partner…”

Sam starts to giggle upon saying that outloud.  Philip Marlowe raises an eyebrow as she catches her breath.  “Why can’t his friend Jamie team with him?” asks her father.

“Well Jamie can’t team with him because the Mixed Tag titles are for teams of a superstar and bombshell…and Jamie is not a bombshell.  Besides, Ben and I did team up for one of the Blast from the Past tournaments and we almost won it all.  And if I am honest, I always wanted to see just what we could have done or how far we could have went if we teamed up,” says Sam.  She smiles at the thought as her father once more pats her hand.

“Sounds like you two are going to see if this Ben wants to team with you to win those belts huh?” muses Marlowe as he reaches for his beer.  “Seems to me that you need to make sure that you don’t let him down princess.  Friends don’t do that.”

Sam turns her eyes to her father and smiles, her nose crinkling slightly.  “Y’all are right Daddy, thank you for making me see reason.  Now I just have to prevent Jamie from naming the tag team.  He was saying that when he and Ben teamed they were Team BJ…and if that is the case…”

Sensing what was coming, Sam’s father does a spit take with the mouthful of beer he had just drank.  “Y’all ain’t tellin’ me that you and Ben would be Team BS?”    He lets out a loud guffaw that makes Sam glare.

“Not you too!  Back when Ben and I teamed before, we thought that maybe would could call ourselves the B&ST,” she replies which only has her father wagging his finger at her.  “Don’t get ahead of yourself princess.  Let’s make sure that you and he win a couple first then once you two have these titles, then you can call yourselves the B&ST.”

“Okay okay Daddy, I get it.  I better start getting ready for teaming with Ben and to do that, I am going to have to start studying our Blast from the Past matches.  Speaking of…what are we watching?” she asks.

Her father points to the television with the neck of his bottle as he replies.  “The Blast from the Past matches y’all had.” 

Sam Marlowe walks along the street in Phoenix Arizona with the warm sun making her red curls shine as it bounces on the shoulders of her tee shirt that is tucked into a pair of jeans.  Her boot heels tap on the concrete as she moves.  She doesn’t seem to notice the people pointing and talking as she heads into the door of a building that swooshes open.  As she disappears inside, the camera view shows it to be a local hospital.

Sam moves down the corridor towards a desk where she stops and smiles at the woman sitting behind it squinting up at the computer screen and ignoring Sam as she tries to figure out what she appears to be causing her issues.  The tap tap of her finger hitting the delete button has Sam ducking her head as she softly coughs to get the receptionist’s notice.

Turning to Sam, the receptionist raises her eyebrows and offers Sam a crooked smile.  “Can I help you dear?” she asks.

Sam nods as she laces her fingers together.  “You can.  I am looking for the administrator of this hospital.  I have an appointment,” she responds.  “We were talking about a project that have with my company that I wrestle for.  Sammi’s sweethearts where I invite some of the children patients and their families to be my guests at the show.”

“That’s nice ma’am,” the receptionist responds as she picks up the phone and running her finger down the call list, she dials a four digit number.  Waiting a moment, she smiles again at Sam who smiles back.  “A Miss…”

“Marlowe…Sam Marlowe,” the redhead whispers.

“Sam Marlowe is here to see you,” the receptionist says then listens to the person on the other end of the phone.  After a moment, the receptionist hangs up the phone and then points to the doorway down the hall behind her.  “He is ready to see you now,” she says as the door opens to reveal a man in a shirt and tie with a white lab coat.

“Come in Ms Marlowe,” he offers as he motions to the office.  “Please come in.”

Sam moves past him into the office and sits on a chair in front of the desk.  The administrator moves around the desk and flops into the rather beat-up leather chair.  “So, we were speaking of something that you wanted to do at the wrestling matches this weekend?”

Sam nods with a smile.  “I used to have this thing that wherever we were wrestling, I had a suite or something with children from the local hospitals and their families invited to see Climax Control and generally made a night of it.  I want to bring that back and I wanted to start here in Phoenix.  So, I brought myself down to see if you had a chance to chose the group that will be joining me at Climax Control and deliver these release forms so we can show the kids on the stream because I want to join them for part of the night.”

“You got it Ms Marlowe,” he begins only to stop at Sam holding up her hand.

“It’s just Sam,” the redhead says.  “Ms Marlowe is my moms and she isn’t here.  Besides, I am looking forward to it.  I mean those times before were great and I am looking forward to having Sammi’s sweethearts start up once more.”

The administrator nods as Sam pulls a bunch of papers out of her bag and sets the gently on the desk.  “Here are the releases for you.”  She looks down to see her watch and then with a slight panicked look, gets to her feet and reaches out her hand.  “Oh gosh, I wish I could stay but I have to meet someone soon.  But I will be ready on Sunday to meet everyone at the venue.”

“We will be there Ms…Sam,” the administrator says as he picks up the papers and squares them by tapping them lightly on the desk.  “And good luck in your match.”

Sam is almost to the door before she turns and smiles at the administrator.  “Thanks,” she calls out before walking through the door.  She offers a wave to the receptionist and then leaves the hospital.

About a half hour later, she appears near a park when suddenly everything around her freezes.  A small smile crosses her face as she slowly walks towards the part.  She can see Bear beside Ben who is smiling and talking to the camera.  Bear turns his head and sees Sam who holds a finger up to her lips.  Bear seems to wink then leans into the strokes.

Sam leans against the short wall as she watches Ben talking to the camera.  A look of happiness crosses her face, a smile from ear to ear watching Ben and realizing how long it has been since she has seen him like this and her heart was happy. 

“This is right,” she mutters to herself.  “I am so glad he is back and so glad to be teaming with him.  We are so going to win those mixed tag titles.”

Sam can see that Ben is finishing up his ‘rabbit’ that he called it.  Pushing herself from the wall, she wanders closer to Ben and Bear and sits beside them and teases Ben about being rusty.

“You know Ben, you aren’t the only one that needs to say things about the match on Sunday.  I guess it is time that I try that snappy thing,” Sam suggests.  Sam raises her fingers to snap as she has seen Ben do time and again however before she can, a hand comes down over hers.

“Hold on a sec Ginge…do you remember what happened last time you tried this?” questions Ben with a concerned look fighting a smile. 

Sam shakes her head slowly.  “I have been practicing you know.”  She once more reaches up to snap which freezes everyone in place.  Ben looks around, the look of concern on his face replaced by a smile.  Sam smirks up at him and prepares to speak but suddenly the people begin to move once more. 

“Performance issues?” teases Ben which only causes Sam’s eyes to narrow. 

“Fine..could you maybe give me a bit of assistance for this Prat?” she replies.

Ben smirks and holds a hand out in front of Sam’s nose and with a wink, snaps his fingers…

“Crack on Ginge...”

To say that I am excited about this Sunday is an understatement.  Do you realize what this Climax Control is?  It is a return that I have been waiting for since Blast from the Past 2017 when we teamed up and went all the way to the finals of that tournament.  We were a tag team to be worried about.  The reason was that we were best friends.  We had each other’s back.  And we won…until the finals.  But I knew why we didn’t win that and I was fine with that.  Then we drifted apart for a bit and I will admit that I didn’t like that much but hey what can you do about it.  He went his way and I went mine. 

For a while I left and I worked on me.  I got healed up completely and then I made my return.  Sadly at the time, Ben wasn’t here in SCW much so I continued on.  And then a few months ago, that all changed.  Sin City Wrestling announced that the Mixed Tag titles were making a comeback and I knew that was something I wanted to fight for.  But who to tag with was the question.  Yeah, I had my dream partner in my thoughts but could I even ask him?  Then out of the blue, a message and a plane ticket and one discussion later here I am entered into the race for the mixed tag title belts with what one would have to say is a dream come true.  Oh…hadn’t I said that my dream partner was Ben Jordan?

First I want to address a couple of things.  First off, welcome back Ben, looking forward to this match as we start our run for the belts.

Then I want to address Austin Mercer.  I have to say I am glad that I don’t have to face you in the ring.  I have seen you and I have to tell you, I respect you greatly.  I have seen you when you won titles and when you hit your lows but even then you still gave people a run for their money.  Don’t get me wrong, I am confident in my partner but you will be a big man to topple.  Ben has done it before and I am pretty sure that he will do it again.  Win or loss, mad respect for you Austin.  Sadly, even with the mad respect, I am going to have to tell you that it won’t stop us from beating you in the ring on Sunday.

Then we have Tempest, the Amazon who throws a big shadow over the bombshell division.  To say that I wasn’t worried would be a lie.  I have been in the ring with you and I can vouch for the fact that you have the ability and skill.  And for a bigger bombshell, you are an all arounder.  When bombshells beat you, they have the right to brag even though they have probably no strength to.

Now I know that I do hold a win over you and trust me I will tell the truth.  It was  a learning experience with the pain you inflicted and if truth be told, I remember it every time I rotate my shoulder or bend my back.  But you have to ask yourself Tempest, every time that I rotate that shoulder or stretch the wrong way, would I be thinking of how painful it is or am I thinking about wanting to get my own back for that pain?  A lot of people think that I am SCW’s sweetheart but if I am honest, there are times deep down inside, that little voice talks to me about making you feel the pain that I did. 

Which means on Sunday when I step into that ring with you, I am stepping into the ring with a healthy dose of respect for you.  You have lived this life with wrestling at your core.  Me, I will admit it was mostly baseball and football growing up for me.  Then I discovered wrestling and I was hooked.  I got in the ring and that was it, the adrenaline became a craving that I enjoyed.  I went out and I found a trainer who pushed me beyond my limits.  Vixen taught me the basics but it is my opponents that have taught me finesse. 

You yourself were one of those teachers Tempest.  By your sheer size and power, you taught me pain but you also taught me how to fight through that pain and how to use it as fuel to win matches.  You were the mountain I had to climb to learn that size doesn’t matter.  Size…my Daddy always says it isn’t the size of the doggie in the fight but the size of the fight in the doggie.

On Sunday, you are going to be in for a fight Tempest.  I am not fighting to prove people who think that I am not going to be a challenge wrong.  I am fighting for the chance at the Mixed Tag Team belts with my best friend.  Sunday is step one.  I’ll see you and Austin there and I promise you, we, Ben and I will leave you in our rearview.
      

11

Climax Control Archives / Questions raised and answers given?

« on: May 19, 2023, 11:36:12 PM »

Musings of one Sam Marlowe…

Two weeks ago, I was in the ring with Mercedes Vargas at Into the Void and in that match I proved that I could take a beating.  It was all Mercedes in that match and I bet the majority of the crowd watching were sure that I was going to be pinned and beaten but even though I didn’t get much offense, when push came to shove, It was me that picked up the win. 

Then of course, dealing with my arm that had been worked over by my opponent I was blindsided by someone that decided they wanted to send a message to me.  Krystal Wolfe and her mouthpiece got into the ring and took a cheap shot against me and doing damage to my arm.  As if she wanted to tell me that she could attack me at any time and break my arm like she has been doing to others.

I will admit Krystal, you managed to get the drop on me in the ring because I wasn’t expecting you to still be obsessing over me beating you before.  But thanks to your little attack, my focus has been redirected to you and if havin’ me on your list is something you want so badly, consider me risin’ on that list.  You came to pick a fight, well…to quote Doc Holiday from Tombstone…I’ll be your Huckleberry!     

Aftermath…

Location:  London England, a hospital near the Copper Box Arena

A low rumble of voices can be heard chattering about a man who has sat down beside a redhead who is cradling her arm against her chest.  The man is dressed in Victorian clothing but looking very twenty first century.  The redhead is dressed in a pair of dark leggings but a silvery halter under the woolen jacket of the man.  Her head is down, her breathing ragged.  Every movement brings a hiss of pain.

“It that bad Ginge?” questions Ben Jordan who leans back against the fake plastic leather of the waiting room chair. 

“Nah, just hurts every time I move,” answers Sam Marlowe with a grimace and soft gasp as she turns to Ben.  “I can’t believe that the medics made me get checked out before I could head back to Vegas.  Hey…y’all have a private plane.  Let’s just go get it and head back stateside.”  Her eyes widen into a pair of puppy dog eyes that seem to be working on Ben who is about to nod but coughs as he shakes his head.

“Now Sam, you know that we can go tomorrow.  I want you to get checked because if I take you home without it, your Colton will kick me ‘arse.  So be a good Ginge and listen to your friend.  The doctor will be here soon,” replies Ben who is saved by a nurse calling out Sam’s name.  “Crack on Sam, I will wait right here for you.”

Sam slowly gets to her feet and sticking her tongue out at Ben, she follows the nurse to an examining room where she is told to sit on the gurney and that the doctor will be right in.  Sam gingerly sits down and once more cradles her arm against her chest.  Pulling one leg up, she rests her head on it and softly speaks to herself.

“I wonder what that was with Krystal Wolfe.  What did I do to her?” muses Sam as she rests her other arm on the bent knee.  “I mean if she is trying to be some kind of mean girl and looking for a fight, fine.  But she better realize that now that I know she wants to get froggy, I will be keeping my eyes wide open.”

As she sits there, she is joined by a doctor who is reading a chart.  “Evenin’ miss, I am Doctor Church.  What seems to be the problem?”

Sam turns quickly, a whimper of pain escaping as she tries to smile and points to her arm against her chest.  “My arm…tonight I think I might have messed it up in the ring.  Then someone locked in a kimura lock and took me to the edge of breaking my arm for some kind of revenge.  I was looked at backstage and thought I was good to go but they told me I couldn’t leave to go home until I got a doctor’s note or something.  And, of course my friend Ben said that we needed to come here even though he has a private plane and we could hav…”

The doctor holds up his hand and waves it.  Sam stops midsentence, not realizing that she was chattering as shock was starting to creep in with the reduction of the adrenaline of the match.  “As much as I would like to let you natter on, I need to ask you what is going on,’ offers the doctor.  “So tell me what happened with your arm.”

Sam smiles.  “I am a wrestler and well, I was in the show at the Copper Box where I was in a wrestling match.  I didn’t get much offense in but I did manage to have my opponent single out my arm.  I slammed it into the steel ring post then Mercedes continued to punish it for the rest of the match,” answers the redhead as the doctor sets the chart on the bed and reaches for the arm. 

He pulls it straight making Sam wince.  He tsks at the bruise that had developed before starting to move the arm into different positions.  Sam tries to remain strong as he does but the odd moan and gasp escape.    He lets it go and then picks up the chart to write something down.

“It doesn’t look broken miss however, I am going to have to tape it and recommend that you take pain medication.  I will give you some Vicodin and you will be good to go,” he says before calling in his nurse telling her to bring in the athletic tape and a sling.

Forty minutes later, Sam walks out to the waiting room where Ben has been seated with some people who have moved closer and seems to be talking to the friendly Cockney King.  Seeing Sam, he excuses himself and gets to his feet and joins Sam who is making her way to the door.   “So Ginge,” he begins, “where to now?”

“Since you are asking…home,” replies Sam with a tired smile.  “I hear that you might know someone that could get me there soon…” teases Sam as she exits the building.  Ben follows her and sees her fighting to grab her cellphone with her other hand.  He stops her and pulls out his own cell phone and places a call for a cab.  The pair talk softly while they wait for the few minutes that it takes for the cab to arrive, then climb inside and Ben tells the driver where to go.

An hour later, Sam is sitting in the plane, her arm resting in the sling and her head back against the headrest and her eyes closed.  Ben is across the aisle preparing to take off.  Sam takes a bit of a glimpse out of one eye at Ben before she begins to speak.

“Ben,” she begins, gaining the Cockney King’s attention.  Not opening her eyes, she sighs.  “Do you miss it?”

“Aim’s been off Sam, so I always miss,” Ben jokes.  “What are you on about?”

Sam shakes her head.  “I was just wondering if you missed being a wrestler.  I mean you have been out of it longer than I have and I missed it.  So I am back and resigned.  Have you ever wondered if you wanted to come back?”

Ben raises one eyebrow.  “Where is this coming from Sam?  The Vicodin?”

“No, actually I realized something earlier,” she admits.  “I missed seeing you in SCW.  I missed the fun we had backstage and I saw something that I wanted to ask you about.  But if you don’t want to come back…”

Her voice trailed off as she opened her eyes and rolled her head to look at Ben.  “I saw that they want to bring back the mixed tag titles and I remember how great of a team we were in the Blast from the Past we were teamed in and well I wanted to ask…would you consider teaming with me to win those titles?”

“This is sudden Sam,” Ben replies slowly.  “I have been out of the ring for quite a time.  I might be rusty and besides, I am sure that no one would ever want to see me in the ring anymore.”

“that’s a lie prat,” retorts Sam.  “Lots of people would love to see you back in the ring, especially me.  You are someone that people want to see and want to challenge.  Think about it, you and me teaming up to win the mixed tag titles…”  Sam wiggles her eyebrows suggestively before a wide yawn escapes which only makes Ben laugh.

“Okay Ginge…okay, I will think about it,” answers Ben which has Sam pumping her uninjured arm in the air.  “I will let you know at Climax Control.  Now it is early and I am knackered.  Why don’t you get some sleep and heal up that arm.”

Sam lets her eyes fall closed as the lights of the plane go dark in preparation for take off.

From:  SCW Booking
To:  Sam Marlowe
Subject:  Match for Climax Control

Hi Sam,

We are writing to let you know that you have been booked for the next Climax Control. 

Your opponent is Zoey Lukas.

Regards,
SCW Booking Staff

Wow, imagine that.  Here I am resigned with SCW and they are putting me right in the thick of it facing some top names in the company.  First it was Mercedes Vargas, someone that I have faced many times and much to the surprise of many, I pulled out the win at the supercard against her.  I even surprised myself considering that it was really only my second match back.  I did gain the win and I also gained an enemy in Krystal Wolfe who is out to get some payback. 

But do I get to face her, oh no.  I was booked against someone that just as tough and actually does have a win over me…Zoey Lukas.  Did I expect it?  No.  But I ain’t gonna run from it either.  See, when it comes to Zoey, I guess I could say that I am looking for redemption for sure.  After all she is probably thinking that she beat me before and it is going to be another win for her at Climax Control.

I will admit that watching Zoey I have to give her props.  She is double tough and very dominant.  She could easily have another win over me and I know that is probably what she is going to point out to me or try to anyways.  There is something though about this time around…I don’t know how to explain it but this time I believe it is going to be different because I am realizing that I am getting back into my groove.  You know the one…the groove of winning matches and stepping up to opponents regardless of how big they think they are. 

Now I realize too that Zoey and I are very different bombshells but both of us also have a lot in common.  Take for instance, both of us have stepped out from the shadow of our sisters in this career.  You of course had to come out from the shadow of Alicia Lukas and I have to say, you have really done well for yourself even if you haven’t won any championships yet.  I know that you have proved that the Lukas sisters are people to be reckoned with. 

Like you, I have stepped out from the shadow of my sister, Cyn Marlowe but the difference is that when I stepped out of the shadow, I went on to win multiple championships.  I have defied the odds time and time again.  I beat Mikah ending her streak as Bombshell champion when everyone said it couldn’t be done.  I have held records as the Bombshell Roulette champion.  There is nothing that I can say to convince you I am sure. 

Do you have the confidence to call me on my BS right Zoey?  Talking me down all the time to eat at my confidence.  Make me think that I am not worthy to be in the same ring with you and in the past, that might have worked.  After all, I tended to get into my own head and that just made it that much more difficult because I was fighting both myself and my opponent.  And a majority of the time, it tended to work for the most part.  Oh, I did get wins but to get those wins, I put my all into it.  I beat my self-doubt and then vanquished my opponent.

Now, however, I am not doubting anything about myself.  I step in the ring and look across at my opponent now ; the only thing holding me back is that nothing is holding me back.  The challenge Zoey is that I have to face a woman that is just as confident.  Granted you are big and dangerous but that means that the threat to me is that I need to bring the fight to you.  If you get me on my back foot, then you might just have the chance to beat me but I wouldn’t bet on it. 

Our match at Climax Control is going to be interesting considering that I am going to extend my winning streak to two wins…the match I just had at Into the Void when I pinned Mercedes and then the match that I am going to have this Sunday at Climax Control against you.  I know for one that I am looking forward to it…I wonder if you are?

I guess we will see at Climax Control.  See you there.   

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Climax Control Archives / BFTP 2023 Round one-It's that time again

« on: March 31, 2023, 11:33:16 PM »

It’s that time again…

How many times have you heard the saying, “it’s that time again” ?  And for what reasons hmmm?  Most of the time I have to admit, I almost never register that comment because I have heard it so many times that it has almost become second nature.  But now I am saying it again, and really paying attention to what it is signifying, for me anyways.     

It’s that time again…the time when the most loved and hated tournament in Sin City Wrestling happens.  The Blast from the Past mixed tag team championship tournament that has superstars and Bombshells wondering if they want to put their names down on the list or to just sit back and watch as the rest of the roster put their names in and then with good or bad luck have their names put beside a member of the opposite sex to create a mixed tag team that could go all the way, make it to the middle of the tournament or flame out right at the start.

I will admit, I have been in every level so I know of what I speak. 

I have been teamed with a superstar before that has seen us eliminated in the very first round.  Boy was that embarrassing and painful.  I know that this week if I am unlucky, that is where I may end up.  But somehow, I don’t think that is going to happen because I have been thinking…It’s that time again for me to step up and make sure that I am not taken out in the first round.

There was also a time when I was eliminated in the second round.  I mean I beat my opponent in the first round but then it was that time again to be eliminated.  It didn’t hurt as much but it still stung.  But it taught me that I could actually move on in the tournament with hard work.  And I did.

Another time I made it to the semi finals.  In that match I ended up getting betrayed by someone I thought of as a mentor.  And he wasn’t even on my team.  So that kind of worked on my trust issues in later tournaments. 

I think though that my favorite Blast from the Past happened to be the one where I made it all the way to the finals.  That was almost a dream come true…winning the Blast from the Past and it would have been all the sweeter that I would have won it with someone that I considered my best friend…still do but we missed it by a quick three count.  And believe you me, he still owes me for that one.  And you can tell him that!

And now it’s that time again.  This time I am paired with someone that I really haven’t had to deal with but from what I have seen, he is intent on winning this whole shebang.  Teddy Warren seems to think that he needs this and he is going to be pushing himself hard to win it.  And I don’t think that I could let him down so I am going to have to really step up and be the best of partners for him so I can help him win.

It's that time again…Time for the Blast from the Past tournament.    

The more things change…

Location:  Houston Texas

A black rental car pulls up to a rather large house on the outskirts of Houston and idles there.  Inside, Sam Marlowe looks up at her childhood home and sighs as her lips curl into a half smile.  Beside her, Colton reaches across to take her hand and wrap his fingers with hers.

“You know we don’t have to do this darlin’.  We could just stop in and then head over to my parents’ place,” offers Colton which makes Sam turn and smile at him.  He brings the hand that is in his to his lips and gently kisses her knuckles.  “I am sure that Mom and Dad would love to see y’all.”

“I wish we could Colton, I really do.  But there is things that have to get done with Daddy retiring and all.  He told me that he needs to talk to me and Cyn and y’all know that ain’t gonna be a fun time,” replies Sam.  “I swear it though if Cyn tries any of her usual tricks, we are out of here.”

“Deal sweetness.”

Putting the car in park, Colton and Sam exit the car and move towards the front door.  Sam reaches out to the door handle but before her fingers curl around it, the door is yanked open and Monty pulls up short before running into the couple on the porch.  Sam cocks her head as he rushes past the two angrily and slams his way into the backyard.  Sam looks back into the house then walks inside where she finds Cyn holding her child and glares at her sister.

“Well look who’s here, Auntie Sammi,” taunts Cyn before turning to walk deeper into the house.  Looking at Colton, Sam follows her as the child is calling out for Auntie Sam.  Colton is slower into the room behind the sisters.  Once in the living room, the mother of Cyn and Sam is there, her eyes glassy with unshed tears.  Sam rushes to her and sits down and reaches for her hands.

“Moms, what is wrong?” she asks with a look of concern.  Vanessa Marlowe shakes her head unable to speak.  Sam turns her eyes to Cyn who still looks angry.  “Cyn?!?”

The older redhead looks at Sam then sends her child out of the room with a soft tap on their bottom.  Once the child is gone, Cyn leans back and lays her arms over the back of the couch.  “Moms is upset because Dad wants to downsize now that he is getting ready to retire.  She seems to think that she is going to lose any social standing that she has.  I have been trying…FOREVER…to convince her that it won’t be that bad.  Monty and I even offered to stay in this house so she could still comeback and all that.  Daddy said that we couldn’t have it.  He had other ideas he said,” complains Cyn. 

“Cynthia, don’t talk about me like I am not even in the room,” growls Vanessa Marlowe.  “I taught you better than that!  Samantha, your father doesn’t realize that we have a lifestyle to maintain.  I would die if I had to give up the country club and all my friends there.  And what about my charity work, that would suffer I am sure.”

Sam looks at Cyn who motions at their mother with a ‘told you so’ look on her face.  The elder Marlowe didn’t see it.  “I don’t think that Daddy is going to cause that to happen Moms.  Besides, just think about being able to have another place to decorate as only you can.  A real showcase home for just the two of us now that Cyn and I are out of this house.  So there is lots to be happy about.”

“Of course there is Moms,” adds Cyn.  “You have Monty and I here and  your grandchild.  Sam of course is quite too busy to spend time here in Houston,” says Cyn with a smirk at Sam who shoots her a glare. “But I am sure that she could spare some time now and again to come and visit.”

“At it again Cyn,” says a voice from a gentleman who walks into the room.  Philip Marlowe is dressed in a pair of dark pants and a light blue button down shirt that has its sleeves rolled up.  He moves to sit by his wife who turns and lays her head against his shoulder to hide it.  Her shoulders move as if she is crying which only has Cyn rolling her eyes and Sam addressing her father.

“Daddy…Cyn said that you want to move out when you retire.  Is there something wrong?” asks Sam.

“Nothing like that Sammi,” he replies as he pats at the back of his wife.  “I just figured that we don’t need this rambling place with both you and Cyn out of the house but that is what I wanted to talk to you about.  I want to keep the house in the family so I wanted to give it to one of you.  That’s why I asked you come back to Houston Sam.”

“You are going to give one of us the house?” asks Sam as Cyn leans forward. 

“Daddy!  Monty and I told you that we would like the house.  Why are you even offering it to HER considering that she lives in Vegas now with Colton and I am quite sure that she likes it there rather than here,” complains Cyn viciously as Philip just shakes his head.

“You never know Cyn, Sammi might be homesick.  Besides, it is my house to deal with how I see fit.  And I wanted to offer it to the both of you.  I figured that since Cyn and her family already have a home, you and Colton might want it,” he offers which has Vanessa raising her head to add that it would be a perfect place to raise a family.

Scoffing angrily, Cyn gets to her feet and slams her hand against her thigh.  “You have always had Sam as your favorite Daddy and that isn’t fair.  I am the firstborn, I should have been given the first chance at the house.  I love this place and Houston is where I am  SHE doesn’t even live here anymore.”

Sam can’t believe the anger from Cyn and neither can her father.  Vanessa reaches out to Cyn and pulls her to sit beside her on the couch which pushes Sam out of the way.  Cyn angrily pouts and crosses her arms over her chest.  Sam gets to her feet and moves to where Colton had been sitting to watch the family drama.  She sits on the arm of the chair as Colton’s arm snakes around her waist.

“If I may sir,” he begins after clearing his throat, almost afraid to enter into the conversation.  “Cyn is right…Sam and I aren’t living in Houston thanks to her wrestling and my stunt work.  We are happy there so I guess I would have to say thank you for the offer but giving us a house just to get us to move back wouldn’t work,” he adds which has the pout on Cyn’s face fading and a smirk crossing her lips.  Sam sees it and sighs before addressing her father.  “That’s right Daddy, Colton and I have our home in Vegas.”  Cyn is about to say something but Sam speaks up again.  “Although, having a home in Houston might be a good investment…”

“Y’all can’t be serious Sam!  Daddy has to give me the house.  We need it, it should be mine!” shouts Cyn.    She gestures wildly at her parents on the sofa with an angry slash of her hands through the air.  “I have done nothing but be here for you both for all my life and little Sammi leaves the nest and all you want to do is bring her back to it!”  Cyn turns to Sam to lash out at her.  “I HATE you!”

Sam recoils in fear as Cyn stalks towards her.  Philip gets to his feet.

“CYN!”

Turning at the anger in her father’s voice, Cyn scowls and then storms out of the room.  Vanessa looks at her husband and then rises to rush after Cyn.  Philip sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose.  “I am sorry about that Sammi.  Your sister…”

“It is alright Daddy.  I know I am not her favorite.  But she is right about one thing.  Colton and I are based in Vegas so giving us the house will only cause issues.  Besides, I am constantly on the move so it would just be easier to give it to Cyn,” says Sam as Colton nods behind her.  Sam lays her hand on the arm of her father in sympathy.  “And Cyn does need a bigger place with her child and I think another is on the way, she is way too hormonal not to be.  This is a home for children so let her have it.”

Philip pulls Sam into a hug.  “Love ya kiddo,” he says before they are interrupted by Vanessa and Cyn who have come back into the room.  Cyn lowers her eyes and mumbles sorry as Vanessa has a big grin on her face.  “Guess what Cyn just let me know!  She is…”

Vanessa, Philip and Sam all say pregnant at the same time which has Cyn glaring.  Colton rises and comes up behind Sam and smiles.  “Congrats Cyn.  Sam, we have to get going…” says Colton with an apologetic smile.  “We have that thing that was have to get to…”

For a moment, Sam looks confused as Colton tries to signal with his eyes.  Sam notices and then begins to nod quickly.  “He’s right, we have that thing…Daddy and Moms, love you and congrats Cyn.  I will call when we get back.”

Colton holds out his hand that Sam takes and the couple leave Cyn and her parents in the living room, Vanessa cooing at Cyn about the new baby and Philip just shaking his head.  Outside, Colton looks at Sam who has turned back to look at the house once more as if saying goodbye.  He moves to hug her from behind as the scene fades out.

It is getting closer, the first few matches in the opening round of Blast from the Past were last week to start this years tournament and this week in Barbados just so happens to be the night where I start my journey in the Blast from the Past tournament on my way to earning a shot at a title here in Sin City.  Because that is the ultimate goal isn’t it…that title shot at the end of the rainbow for each of the team members. 

My first round match is against someone that I haven’t ever faced but from what I hear is a rather talented bombshell who has held a title here in SCW, Ariana Angelos.  I am sure that she hasn’t really been given a reason to think that I am a danger to her considering that the last time I was wrestling, it wasn’t like I was a full time bombshell wrestling week in and week out.  Not like she has been.  She has had a lot of time to keep ring ready.

I bet that is something that she would probably have as an advantage in her mind and I will admit that if it was against anyone else that hasn’t been wrestling full time, it would be an advantage.  But just because I haven’t been in the ring doesn’t mean that I haven’t been training.  It doesn’t mean that I have let ring rust set in. 

You talk about being a graduate of the Go Gym, someone that goes back time and again to train for matches when you think you need to.  Myself, I don’t stop when it comes to training.  I am still a student when it comes to wrestling.  I learn, I adapt, I keep training.  You may be a graduate of the Go Gym, I am a student of the Staggs Dungeon and when it comes to training, there isn’t anyone in my opinion that could be tougher than Vixen Staggs and her husband Spike.  I get that your trainers are pretty good and just like Vix and Spike are hall of famers and the like but the quality of training and the diversity of it…self defense, military training…nothing is off the table when it comes to what I will use in the ring.

Then of course we do have a bit of an issue when it comes to what is going on in your life.  I saw what you did to save that other bombshell and I have to say kudos to you.  But that is also something that might be weighing on your mind as well.  Let me tell you that Krystal could distract you in the ring if you let her.  So I want you to do something for me…

Focus right here on me.  Because if you don’t, then I will be able to move on into the next round and leave you in the dust wishing for a do over that is not ever going to happen again in this tournament.  And I have to tell you that you will have to depend on your team mate if you aren’t going to pay attention to the match.  You can’t let anything distract you.  That is the best piece of advice I can give you Ariana. 

Speaking of team mates…the luck of the draw has teamed me with Teddy Warren.  Now I know that Teddy seems to have his focus on the wrong things considering he has a dislike for J2H and that worries me.  We aren’t facing J2H, we are facing Oliver Zahn and Ariana Angelos.  I hope that Teddy you won’t look beyond them.

I promise you now that I am focusing on this match and I have Ariana in my cross hairs.  Sadly that means that I am on a collision course with our young Greek Bombshell and she is the one that I have to deal with and hand her the first loss in her inaugural Blast from the Past.   I am sorry Ariana but there is nothing to say that will prevent that.  I mean I could say that you are probably going to be a challenge but when it comes to this tournament, I am on a mission and the first step to the finals is this first match against you and your partner.   

Listen, I am not going to discount you Ariana.  I am going to wish you luck and I am going to tell you that I am looking forward to this match.  Facing you will prove to me that I am ready to get back into the ring and beating you will just prove that I am ready to come back and challenge anyone for their titles here in SCW.

So win or lose, thank you Ariana.  I can't think of anyone better to face in my first round match for this year's tournament.  I will see you in the ring in Barbados.   

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Climax Control Archives / Luxury before Indian debut

« on: August 05, 2022, 11:10:30 PM »

A plane taxies into the terminal at Indira Gandhi airport in Delhi India on Wednesday afternoon.  Inside the passengers are prepping to leave the plane in a mad scramble.  The seatbelt sign bings off as the crowd gets to their feet and fights to grab their carryons from the overhead compartments.  The rush for the exits is a mad dash except for a pair that can be seen resting in business class.  Sitting there, Sam Marlowe’s bright red curls are spread over the chest of Colton Myers who gently rolls his shoulder and calls out to the redhead.

“Sami,” he whispers drawing a soft sigh from Sam who yawns slightly.  She snuggles once more onto his shoulder causing him to chuckle.  The rumble in his chest brings a soft drawled complaint from his wife.

“But darlin’, I don’t want to get up yet,” she says sleepily.  Colton again chuckles as one hand moves up to Sam’s cheek and she knuckles at her eye as she sits up.  “Are we there yet?”

“Plane’s landed and we are the last people on it,” replies Colton as he opens his seatbelt and then gets to his feet to reach up and grab Sam’s carry on before pulling his down as well.  “Come on sleepyhead.  The faster we get to the hotel, the faster we can head out to Bangalore by plane in the morning.  I want to grab a hot shower and then I want to stretch out and relax.  Where are we staying tonight?”

“Daddy says that he had Emily book us a room at the Imperial Hotel Delhi tonight.  He said that since it is my first time being in India, it would be a treat for us.  The hotel is total luxury and very posh.  I can’t wait to see it,” says Sam as she gets to her own feet and tosses her rather large purse over her shoulder and follows Colton as he exits the plane.  The two walk out of the plane into the dusty air that hangs heavily with humidity.  Walking along the tarmac to the terminal, the couple makes their way inside, the soft cool air reaching out to greet them.  A gentleman guard motions for the two to move inside and points them towards security.  Tucking her hand through Colton’s arm, Sam and he head deeper into the terminal. 

An hour later, an older model car arrives at a tall white marble building with French doors that is guarded by a young woman in a red suit.  The door of the car opens and Colton steps out.  He looks at the building in awe then turns back to help Sam from the taxi.  She looks up at the hotel that has a white marble façade that is faintly starting to color with the sunset.  Sam and Colton share a glance then move towards the door that is held open by the young woman.

“Welcome to the Imperial Hotel,” she says in a sing song accented voice while smiling widely as she motions them to a second French door also guarded by a young woman in red who opens that door with a smile.  The pair head into the pink marble foyer and towards a rather expensive looking front desk where a gentleman in a dark suit is standing. 

“Good evening, sir and madam,” says the desk clerk with a broad grin.  “Welcome to the Imperial Hotel, one of the four ladies of the East.  Do you have a reservation?”   

“Yes we do, Mr and Mrs Myers,” says Sam with a grin at her husband.  “If that isn’t the name, it might be under Sam Marlowe.”

The soft click of the clerk tapping in the name into the computer can be heard as Sam turns to look around the lobby and down the marble hall.  The desk clerk nods and then pulls open a drawer where he pulls out a pair of key cards and activates them.  “Mister Colton and Missus Samantha Myers, you have a Heritage suite,” he states as he raises a hand for a bell boy who rushes up to the desk.  “Please guide our guests to their suite.”

The bell boy nods and motions for them to follow him.  Only moments later, he is stopped in front of a dark wood door that he pushes open after applying the key card.  “Enjoy your stay he says as Colton slips him a few rupee notes of appreciation.  Sam moves further into the room and removes her shoes to let her bare feet feel the cool marble of the floor as she makes her way to the bed where she lays her bag.

“This is nice…I mean really nice Camo,” Sam offers as she heads towards the bathroom as Colton lays across the king size bed.  “Oh em gee darlin’ the bath is marble and it is huge!”  Sam leans out of the bath and smiles at her husband.  “I know what I am doing right now.”  She pulls herself back through the door and Colton laughs as he hears the water start.  Rolling towards the bag of Sam’s he pulls out a small tablet and turns it on.

“What time do we leave for Bangalore Sam?” he calls out to the redhead who steps out of the bathroom dressed in the plush robe with the hotel’s logo on the left breast pocket. 

“The flight leaves at eight in the morning on Friday.  Then once we get to Bangalore, I can get a few hours of training in,” replies Sam.  “But until then, I plan on taking a nice long bath in that marble tub then enjoying dinner at the Spice Route restaurant downstairs.”

“Your wish is my command darlin’,” replies Colton as he reaches for the tablet again and logs in to check out the restaurant menu as Sam offers him a peck on the cheek then disappears once more into the bathroom. 

 

Here I am in India…who’da thunk it.  But then again, why is it so surprising hmmm?

I guess it is the fact that here we are, on tour with Sin City Wrestling on stop three of the Indian cities where the superstars and bombshells are competing.  But believe it or not, this is the first time that I will be stepping into the ring here in India.  Yeah, they have been here for a couple of weeks but I just arrived this week and I am ready to wrestle.   And wouldn’t you know it, my opponent is none other than Zoey Lukas, the sister of one Alicia Lukas.

Now I know Alicia Lukas, heck I have lost to Alicia Lukas.  I respect her because of what she has achieved here in SCW.  And naturally I would presume that she has offered Zoey the benefit of her experience when it comes to the bombshells here in the company.  And I am sure she has told you all about me.  About how I have achieved what I have here but also about how I have ‘slipped’.  How I have become just like all the others that rest on our laurels.  I have to call BS on that considering where it is coming from. 

But enough of that.  I am not facing Alicia, am I?  No, I am facing Zoey, the sister of Alicia.  And Zoey, I have to be honest, I don’t know what to expect when I face you across the ring.  Oh I have seen you wrestle and watching you dominate so to speak.  You are a formidable bombshell who can claim a win from anywhere in that ring when you are facing other bombshells.  That is what I have to prepare for and trust me I have. 

I also have to admit we have a lot of similarities between the two of us.  Considering that both of us came into this company after our sisters had been here.  Where you have Alicia who seems to be a great sister who supports you well.  I on the other hand didn’t have that same support.  To be honest, Cyn really didn’t support me, rather she was the one that drove me by completely trying to bury me to make herself look better.  The difference is that I could not be held back and now Cyn isn’t to be seen and I have done things that most people claim that I shouldn’t have been able to do.  Championships, being named to the Hall of Fame…being the ‘face’ of Sin City Wrestling.  Oh I don’t mean the face of SCW as the top bombshell.  I mean I am known as the Girl Scout of Sin City Wrestling, SCW’s sweetheart, Lil Miss Goodie two shoes as my sister refers to me. 

So, this week it is you and me Zoey and trust me when I say that I am looking forward to it.  You are a challenge for sure and that means I am taking you seriously.  As serious as a heart attack that I need to overcome.  I will admit that for a while there I did lose my drive.  I lost motivation because I saw myself losing inspiration because I was being passed over by talent that needed to be given validation that they were needed.  For the longest time I felt that I wasn’t needed at all.  Can you imagine that?  I thought that when my own sister put me down that I had something to prove.  And prove it I did.  I really threw myself into my matches.  Then Cyn disappeared and there was nothing left for me to prove.  I felt ignored, a second thought and I will admit that plagued me for the longest time.  Still feel it but I have developed a don’t care anymore attitude.  Needed or not, appreciated or not, wanted or not doesn’t matter to me anymore.  And do you know what that makes me Zoey?

It makes me dangerous.  I don’t care whether I win or lose.  I go out to the ring and I slide between the ropes and win or lose, I have decided that I will give it my all in each match.  So, Zoey, can you prepare for that?  Can you be ready to face someone that has nothing to lose and everything to gain?  I hope so.  Because in Bangalore India on National Friendship Day in India, I am not going to be your friend in that ring Ms Lukas.  No, to the contrary, I am going to be your opponent and I am coming for some redemption.    

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Climax Control Archives / Truth hurts

« on: June 03, 2022, 11:50:30 PM »

A familiar therapist’s room remains unchanged except for a few photographs hanging on the walls featuring the therapist with clients.  One such picture has the attention of a redhead who is lioking at it with a bemused smile.  The opening of a door behind her grabs the redhead’s attention and she turns with a raised eyebrow and smirk for the person that had entered the room.

“I can’t believe you put this picture up on your wall,” says Sam Marlowe, one thumb pointed back at the image of her and the therapist.

“Why wouldn’t I put that picture up on the wall?” asks Doctor Evans.  “Why would you say something like that Sam?  It is not like everyone can say they are friends with a hall of famer.”

Sam’s smirk changes to a smile as the therapist points to the couch motioning for Sam to take a seat as she moves to a large wing backed chair.  Sam walks slowly to the couch then slumps into the cushions, her smile fading and her shoulders drooping.   Doctor Evans can’t help but notice.

“You look like someone who lost her best friend Sam.  Care to talk about it?” asks Doctor Evans.

The redhead spares a quick glance before turning her eyes back to the picture.

“You know…that picture was from when I loved what I was doing.  Getting in the ring and winning…yes, I said it…I loved winning.  Then the winning matches got few and far between, so I took some time to re-energize and rehab from a surgery that I needed.  Then I made my triumphant return to the ring.  However, it wasn’t as successful as I would have liked,” Sam says with a huge sigh.  “And now, I don’t know why I am even back.”

Doctor Evans nods slowly as she writes something in the book on her lap.  “I seem to remember that you go on these little spirals when you don’t win then you put it behind you, put on your big girl panties and get right back into the fight. Maybe that is just the latest valley for you to deal with.  Tell me what you have coming up with your career.”

Sam once more spares a glance for Doctor Evans.  “Well, I guess you could say that I have been booked against someone thar likes to control the narrative if you can believe it.”  Here Sam chuckles at the confused look on the therapist’s face.  “She basically lies about things expecting the world to believe it.  You see, she is someone that can’t handle the truth, so she makes up her own reality to suit her narrative."

"Is she delusional?" comments the good doctor to herself which Sam hears and responds to. 

If you ask me, yes, she is,” retorts Sam with a sharp nod of her head.  “Let’s take a for example situation…”  Sam leans closer to the therapist as if she was going t share a secret.  “A friend of a friend of mine was in a match with this woman’s husband and she brought a bottle of perfume to the ring where it was used to blind my friend’s friend.  Then she proceeded to lie to say that she wasn’t responsible for blinding him because she says that she diluted the perfume.  I can tell you that wasn’t the case.  My friend’s friend smelt like he came out of a perfume distillery from what I could tell as he walked by me backstage.”

“Are you saying that what she believes and what you experienced was completely different?”

“I am saying that she is lying like cheap carpet,” exclaims Sam, her eyes widened to emphasize what she had said.   “Here, let me give you another example.  She is claiming that I bee with an itched her out all over social media.  Me!  I don’t do social media and yet, she lies and says I did.”

“Bee with an itch?  That is a new one.  What is that?” asks Doctor Evans.

Sam blushes and leans in to whisper the word ‘bitch’ before looking around to see if there was anyone she could have offended.  The doctor snickers at Marlowe before wiping a hand over her mouth.  “So Sam, I am getting that you are being accused of ‘bitchin’ about her on social media.  Have you given her reason to say that?”

“You know, I haven't said anything about Bea and what she did to Fenris.  Not because I didn't know what to say...it is because she isn't relevant to my life at all and if that is the case, why even say anything about nothing?” wonders Sam.  “I mean I get it, she wants to be relevant but I just ‘can’t be arsed to care’ as my Daddy likes to say.  If you ask me, she ugh!”

Sam rises to her feet and begins to pace angrily.  The doctor watches for a moment before talking. 

“Have you thought about what you should do about her?”

“Yeah, I have,” mutters Sam with a soft hmph of anger.  “I figure that I must knock some sense or at least fix her take on reality.  And the only way to do that is to beat her at her own game.  I have done it before, and I will do it again Sunday!  Thanks Doctor Evans, I think I have what I need to do.”

Sam smiles as she moves towards the door only to have the doctor’s cough stop her in her tracks.  Turning around with a look of curiosity, Sam watches the therapist close her book slowly then stand up and move towards her.  Doctor Evans holds out her hand to offer her a handshake. 

“Good luck Sam,” she offers.  Sam shakes her hand and then as she is leaving, she smirks back at Doctor Evans.  “I don’t think I need it, but Bea Barnhart might want it.”

Bravo Bea, once again you in your delusion have put your foot in your mouth to mix with all your lies.  And listen, do you even realize just how annoying it is to keep proving you wrong time and time again.  I declare, it is downright tiring.  But here I am once again in the position to have to point out just how much of a liar you are.  And how delusional when it comes to how you try and put people down.

Yeah, I saw what you did with your bulldog and boy color me impressed…NOT.  I get it, I really do.  Iris the little puppy dog pooed on command when you said my name.  How many dog treats and days did it take you to get the dog to do that?  Bulldogs are smart and all, but she is your pet after all.  Trust me when I tell you that I know for a fact that is training, not brains or smarts of the dog.  See, I worked with someone that was a puppy walker for a seeing eye dog group and you may not believe this, however, those dogs are trained to go on command.  Kind of like your little stunt that you pulled with Iris.   Ha ha Bea, good one…

I so didn’t think you would be too predictable this time out and once again, you proved me wrong.  I was prepared for you to be original, at least I was hoping you would be.  But no, you had to talk about how the ‘perfume’ was diluted and how you were all so innocent.  You built a whole reality of you not doing anything wrong and that every bombshell in the back was cursing you out about what you did to Fenris…oh wait, you did nothing didn’t you? 

Then you accused me…ME…of putting it all over social media that you did what you did.  Let’s see…I didn’t post about it on Twitter…I don’t have a Facebook page.  My Instagram isn’t set up yet…so where would I have said anything about you?  It is almost like you think you know me well enough that you would be on my social media.  Sad part Bea is that you don’t even register for me.  I couldn’t be bothered to worry about posting things about you.  The only reason I am saying anything at all right now is because you get to face me on Sunday and that I get first dibs on facing you out of all the bombshells backstage.

Now I noticed that you mentioned our one and only match from about this time last year.  A match that you told everyone that I won.  And now here we are again a year later and you still need to have some sense of control in a world that for you is spiralling out of control.  You peeved off a lot of people when you do what you do.  I know that people have been blowing up social media about it however, you chose the wrong person to say she was running her mouth.

I don’t need to run my mouth, Bea.  I don’t care one way or another about how you feel or what fantasy you are living in this week.  I am in the position right now to be your opponent on Climax Control and seriously if you are looking for me to mouth off about our match, that isn’t my style.  See, I know what I am capable of and trust me, when it comes to facing you, I know that when push comes to shove, there isn’t going to be any way for you to get out of facing me.  I don’t care about you now and three seconds while I pin you to the mat, I will be able to stop caring about you again.  The time in the ring where I am facing you across it, you are the only thing that will have my focus.  Laser focus on beating you into a new reality where you have to accept that you can’t lie your way out of the beating I am going to give you.

Now I know you have this thing about the bombshells backstage and the perfume they wear.  I promise Bea, that is something you aren’t going to have to worry about in this match.  When it comes to wrestling, I don’t wear perfume.  I don’t get dolled up like some ‘tramp’ you accuse me of being, I am all-natural girl next door bombshell and that is something that you can’t handle isn’t it.  You who must lie to make yourself feel better, you just can’t handle the truth can you?  And the truth is, I am going to be beating you in the middle of the ring and there isn’t anything you can do to stop me.  Oh you will try and you will want to beat me but you can’t and that is the gospel truth.

I hope Bea that when I beat you, you won’t try to lie and say you took a dive just so you can excuse your loss.  I am going to tell you something Bea, cameras don’t lie…video doesn’t lie and neither do I.  Truth is, whether I use the Sammi Wrap or the sammisault, the result is going to be the same.  The winner of the match is going to be me.

Truth hurts don’t it?    

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Climax Control Archives / Surprised, not surprised

« on: April 29, 2022, 11:52:09 PM »

My ways are quiet, none may find
My temper of malignant kind;
For one should check the words that start
When anger spreads within the heart.
-Sappho

Tagline:  Surprise   

Sam Marlowe can be seen in the brightened room of light ivory in the small rented apartment in Athens.  She is laying on the bed, one hand tangled among tousled red curls and a wing of lashes fluttering on her cheeks.  A soft murmur is the only sound other than the small fan that is resting on the bedside table.  Sam’s sleeping in a white buttondown that barely covers her.  She rolls slightly at the sound of a soft knock on the door of the apartment.  One eye opens as Sam looks towards the other room where once more the sound of a hand on the door can be heard.

“Mmmm comin’,” she drawls sleepily, the voice a mix of soft southern accent and the velvet of sleepiness.  She rises and moves her feet to the floor.  The person outside of the door again knocks which has Sam on her feet and plodding towards the door, one hand knuckling at her eye, the other pushing her hair back.  She reaches the door as a yawn escapes her once more sending a hand to wipe sleep from her eyes.  She looks out the small peekhole in the door.

“Oh my goodness!” she exclaims as she fights to unlock the door and swing it open.  She squeals in surprise as Colton rushes through the portal and catches Sam in a hug that swings her around his body as she giggles.

“Y’all are here?” Sam demands as Colton lets her slide slowly down his body.  She rushes to caress a cheek to check if it is really him.  He smiles and nods before taking a long kiss from his wife.  Melting against him, she can feel him pushing her towards the bedroom but she stops him then pulling from his arms, she closes and locks the door and turns back to him.  “I can’t believe it. I have missed you so much darlin’.  How are long are you here?”

Pulling Sam to the couch, he flops down then pulls her onto his lap.  “I have to head back after Climax Control for a week or so then will be flying back for the supercard.   I wish I could have been on the tour with you, Greece looks like it is someplace I can enjoy and we could have had an extended honeymoon since you insisted in resigning with the company,” begins Colton as he rests his hand on the leg of Sam.  “Besides I hear my wife has a really important match and I want to be here for it.”

Sam nods slowly.  “Y’all are right, I am facing someone this week in a preview of part of our match at Into the Void.  It is one of the few people that I have some respect for but I also know that she has issues with not being the winningest bombshell on the roster.  Don’t get me wrong Camo, she is dang good but people seem to think that I am too.”

“Oh, I know you are sweetness,” he drawls as he begins to stroke along the lightly tanned leg of Sam.  “You just have to be ready for her.  Who is this Alicia Lukas anyways?”

Slightly distracted with the caresses, Sam shakes her head and bites her bottom lip.  “She’s a member of that Wolfslair which means she is double tough.  She has been doing this for a long time and she is second to none.  The only thing that I can add to that is that she is laser focused when it comes to matches and I am sure she has probably done a lot of trash talking about me and well I know that I got a tiger by the tail in the match on Sunday.”

“Well then,” says Colton.  “Note to self, you need know that I will be there cheering my girl on.  Speaking of which, where is the show this week?  Athens?”

“It is on the isle of Lesbos…” begins Sam only to trail off as Colton’s eyes widen and he fights to not laugh.  Tilting her head, Sam shoots him a look.  “What?”

“Lesbos,” answers Camo with another snicker.  “Isn’t it ironic sweetness?  The majority of bombshells here in SCW are either lesbian or bisexual and you are wrestling in the place where the word lesbian comes from?”

Sam scowls slightly which has Colton fighting to wipe the grin off his face.  “Yes, a lot of my fellow bombshells are lesbian but that doesn’t mean that it is so ironic.  If I am honest Camo, I am surprised that there were no comments on Twitter about that.  If you ask me, I am not going to be joking about where we are.  It is a very interesting place and I am looking forward to facing Alicia there.”

Colton smiles at her comment then the smile turns into a smirk.  “I am looking forward to it sweetness but right now, I have just arrived to see my wife and my mind ain’t on the type of wrestling y’all are going to be doing on Sunday,” he jokes as he leans into Sam and then begins to tease her neck as she giggles.  Getting to his feet and pulling Sam into his arms.  “Point me in the direction of the ‘ring’ sweetness,” he says in a low drawl.

With a sigh, Sam raises a hand and points to the room where a tousled bed is.  Colton moves towards it and the last thing seen is Sam reaching out and pushing the door closed.

It is getting closer you know.  Getting closer and getting more real by the minute.  You see, the supercard is going to see me in a match where I stand a very good chance to be crowned Queen for a day.  You know, I don’t remember if I have ever participated in one of these matches.  And truth be told, I am really looking forward to it. 

But before I get to that match, SCW is going to be in Lesbos and there I will be stepping into the ring with Alicia Lukas.  A situation that is very intriguing to me.  You see she has always been one step ahead of me.  I don’t mean in a bad way, I mean in a ‘I am the center of the bombshell division’ kind of a way.  And being like that makes one really a target.   I have been doing some reading about Lesbos and I have come up with some pretty interesting facts.  This is where the poetess Sappho wrote her poetry.  Some historians claim that Lesbos was the center of civilization in Ancient Greece.  Which seems the perfect place for Alicia Lukas considering she has become a bit of ancient history and thinks she is the center of the universe. 

I kid Alicia, I really do.  Because the fact that you seem to think it is you that is the centerpiece of the bombshell division because you came in and you won the title and were dominant and it was you and only you that defeated everyone.  I get it Alicia, you are very confident and full of yourself when it comes to these matches because you do have a winning streak.  And I know you probably don’t think that I am competition for you in this match.  And that is ok because when it comes down to it, that confidence may very well lead you to the win.

But that confidence could also be your downfall.  I am sure Alicia that you will underestimate me because I seem to be lackadaisical when it comes to cutting promos and stepping up in the ring.  Trust me, you can’t be harder on me than I am on myself.  Each match has me struggling to prepare and the losses hurt my head and my heart.  They are some of my lowest lows.  I get into my head and it is that much more that drives me into my next match.  And the wins Alicia, I don’t know how you feel about them but I get such a natural high with each one.  That is the small breath of air that ignites the spark and pushes me on to wrestle the best in this division.  So, what does it say when the fire, the desire to face you in the ring and burn your confidence to ash, is beginning to burn red hot inside.  Also, how does it feel knowing that what I perceive as your contempt of me and everyone else is the match to the tinder.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t respect you and all you have accomplished.  Hellfire, you are a machine when it comes to wrestling Alicia.  Everything you do revolves around winning at all costs.  That and the fact that you need to keep yourself relevant in the Wolfslair as others are getting more exposure and title chances.  Is that why y’all have to talk down about everyone else?  Are you afraid that you won’t be relevant in the bombshell division?

Are you afraid that people weren’t talking about you anymore?

See Alicia, I know what I am capable of.  I have won titles, I have held records…I am a Hall of Famer.  Wrestling is something that I am very comfortable doing but it isn’t everything that I win.  I have nothing to prove Alicia, so you can talk your talk and do what you think you need to do when it comes to our match on Sunday.  I know that at Climax Control I am going to be the one facing you and when it comes down to it, I am pretty sure you are going to underestimate me.  Good, underestimate me at your peril.  That is something that makes me smile because that is when I do my best…being the underdog.  And accord to most, that is exactly what I am in this match, the underdog. 

Let me break it down to its most simple form so even you understand it.  All you are to me is someone that I need to prove to that I am back and I am ready to definitely take back my place in the Bombshell division.  See, my very first title in SCW was the Bombshell World championship and I won it from a woman who thought of me like you do.  Mikah was unbeatable until she faced me and lost her title.  And from what I have seen of you when we have faced each other, you have talked about me like she did.   That means Alicia, talk me down as much as you want because all it will result in is me beating you up.

So let me tell you exactly what to expect on the island of Lesbos.  A beating pure and simple.  I fully expect that you will be looking for an easy win and that is something y’all won’t be having.  I am not going to make it easy for you.  That I promise Alicia.  If you want that win, you will have to work for it. 

You know, when I first started out here in SCW, I was torn between my wrestling and getting my masters degree in Literature.  But I succeeded at both so let me leave you with some words that I have always liked from Sappho herself that I am going to use to inspire me…

Faint not in thy strong heart!
  Nor downcast stand apart;
Beyond the reach of daring will there lies
  No beauty's prize.

Faint not in thy strong heart!
  Through temple, field and mart,
Courage alone the guerdon from the fray
  May bear away.

I hope you are prepared to face someone that doesn’t care if you are some kind of champion or blowhard who is desperately tooting her own horn to make herself relevant.  To me, you are just someone else to face on my way to continue my winning ways once more.

Good luck Alicia, I have a strong suspicion you are going to need it on Sunday.
   

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Climax Control Archives / Slow boat to Knossos

« on: April 15, 2022, 10:54:23 PM »

Question…What happens when you make a name for yourself?

Answer…You get a shot at adding to your fame.

Tagline:  A slow boat to Knossos 

A car can be seen approaching a ferry that can be seen outlined in the sunset over the Aegean.  It joins the line of vehicles and behind the wheel is a redhead that has a dark hat on her red curls and has a light blue jacket over a red tee and a pair of dark denim jeans.  Soft music can be heard as she beats her hands against the steering wheel of the small compact car she is driving. 

Getting to the gate, Sam Marlowe smiles up at the attendant who has his hand out for her ticket. 

“Good evenin’ sir,” she calls out as she hands it over to the man then is motioned to drive onto the ferry. “I can’t wait to head over to Crete, I am one of the wrestlers for SCW and we have a show there Sunday night.  Are you wrestling fans?”

The man looks down at Sam and slowly shakes his head.  Her smile fades slightly but then brightens once more as she can hear a voice from behind him.

“You are Sam Marlowe!” exclaims the other man in the toll booth.  “I have tickets for Athens’s show coming up.  Where are you going?”

“I am headed to Crete.  SCW has a show there Sunday and I am in a match that night.  I am pretty sure that everyone flew over to be there or will be but I learned about this trip so I booked myself on the ferry in a cabin for the overnight trip,” Sam offers as she pulls out her phone and then brings up the wrestling card for Knossos.  The attendant whistles at the card then motions for her to move ahead. 

Sam puts the car into gear and drives to the ramp that sends her onto the ferry.  She is guided to park the car near a cabin that is hers. Getting out of the car, she locks it and then moves to the cabin.  She smiles to see the bed that she lays a small rattan bag that most tourists seem to carry.  It spills on the bed revealing a book, sunglasses and a small makeup bag.  Sam pulls the hat off and tosses it beside the bag. 

Turning at the sound of the ferry’s horn, Sam exits the cabin and moves towards the deck.  The sky begins to darken and stars begin to flicker in the twilight.  Sam watches her step as she moves to the railing to look towards where she thinks Crete is.  The sun meets the sea which colors the waters in bright pinks and velvety purples.  Sam hugs the rail looking forward but lost in own thoughts.

Inner monologue:

Once again Sam, you get yourself into the title picture and once again you get accused of favoritism.  Dang it all, why can’t anyone see that maybe just maybe I am put in the title picture because I have earned it with everything that I have done.  Does no one look at what I have accomplished?  I am sure that Krystal will be saying something about me being given another undeserved shot. 

Then of course, there will be Mercedes talking about our history.  I guess Greece is a good place for her to be considering the historical significance that it has.  But it also gives her carte blanche to talk about how historically she has beaten me so much that I am no longer a challenge.  Well that was the old Sam if you ask me.  I have turned over a new leaf and I am out to do my best. 

Oh and the other person in the match.  Myra Rivers is a sweetheart that I have the most respect for.  I mean she has the best reason to win this match.  She was a very strong internet champion and set records as that title holder…she is going to be the one to beat.”

Sam looks up at the darkness with the lights twinkling back at her.  She smiles wistfully before a soft breeze sends some curls into her face.  Reaching up, she brushes them away and behind her ear before turning and heading towards the side of the ferry where she sees dolphins playing and jumping in the wake of the ferry.

Wow who would have thought that lil ole me would be put in a number one contenders match for the Bombshell World title.  Hey, if I am honest, it was a complete surprise to me to see my name in that match for the contendership.  Don’t get me wrong, it feels right but I didn’t ask for it nor am I going to waste the opportunity to maybe do something that I haven’t done in quite a while and that is challenge for the bombshell world title.

I am sure there are those naysayers out there.  You know the ones…talking about how I don’t deserve to be in the match.  It is too soon since my return.  I am not good enough.  I heard them all and I have to tell you that if I was hearing them before, they would do a number on my confidence and I would not put my all into the match because I was sure that I would lose because that is what they said I would do.

Enough is enough!

This time I am not listening to those words of discouragement.  I don’t care what they say, I am coming with the intention of taking the match and moving on to face Roxi Johnson at the supercard.  Not because I don’t deserve the shot but because I am actually am deserving of it.  I have built up a career in SCW that is second to none.  I am a multi-time champion, I am a hall of famer, if you ask anyone if I deserve this shot, they would agree with me.

So, one has to ask, what are my thoughts on my competition in this fatal fourway.  Let’s talk about them shall we?

First, Mercedes Vargas, a woman well known to me.  The two of us have fought many a time and have traded titles back and forth.  If I had to say which of my opponents knew me the best, it would have to be Mercedes.  Which means that I know her the best as well.  She could almost be considered one of my nemeses here in SCW.  She is the one that worries me the most because she and I have had many matches so she will see what I could be attempting even before I execute it.  That makes her a danger to say the least.  And that also means that I need to take her more serious for that fact but I also know that I can beat her and I definitely will do my best to in Knossos.

Then you have Krystal Wolfe.  The bombshell that began to break my records with the Roulette title and made sure to rub my nose in it when she did.  Did I care?  Not really but it was an annoyance that she talked a big game when she faced bombshells she could easily beat.  The truth Krystal hurts, doesn’t it?  You never faced me for that title, did you?   No you didn’t and the more you talked about it and the fact you were better than me just begged the question of what would happen if you ever did face me.  And we found out that when it came to facing me in the ring, the result was something that couldn’t stand.  You thought yourself unbeatable and the first time I faced you, what happened hmmm?  That’s right, I beat YOU.  In the middle of the ring and there was nothing you could do about it.  And now we are in the same match again and again I have to ask you if you are ready to be beaten once more.  It is a fatal fourway and I am sure that you will say that if you lose it was because you weren’t the loser if someone else perchance got pinned.

See, that is all you are about…bragging when you win and excuses when you lose Krystal.  And we both know what it is going to be after Sunday.

Finally, I have to talk about my last opponent, Myra Rivers.  Of all of us, one could actually say that she is the favorite to win the match.  I bet you are wondering just how I can say that when I am supposed to be confident and ready to win the match that I was put into.  I am not a dreamer, I am a realist and I know just what kind of wrestler Myra is.  We saw her advance to the finals of the Blast from the Past. We have seen her with a stranglehold on the Internet title.  I am not ashamed to admit that she has my respect for her skills and her abilities.  She could be said to be the one that will be the person that could go all the way.  Granted that she has the three of us trying to beat her as well but if I don’t win this match, she is the one that I want to see facing Roxi in Athens.

This week, we are competing in a fatal fourway that will anoint the next challenge for the Bombshell World title.  It will be a match for the ages for sure.  And I am looking forward to it more than you can imagine.  It will be a feather in my cap to have just come back and be able to win a shot at a champion.  Heck, it is a feather in my hat just to be put in this match. 

So, good luck ladies, I will be seeing y’all Sunday.

   

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Climax Control Archives / The Return of one Sam Marlowe

« on: April 01, 2022, 11:18:48 PM »

Question…

What is the difference between the words resigned and resigned?

Answer…

One means to have given up or quit and the other means that Sam Marlowe is back in Sin City Wrestling with a new contract.

Tagline:  The return…is on the road again 

Soft country music is playing as the sun slowly begins to set over the skyline of Vegas.  Bathed in the reddish gold glow is Sam Marlowe, her hair pulled up in a messy bun with one lone curl caressing along her cheek as she moves past the window dressed in a pair of denim overalls and a light purple tee.  On the left of the big bay window the image of Colton Myers appears to recline against the pillows of a rather large bed, his shoulders resting along the funky tex mex style headboard.

“You look to be packin’ for a long trip darlin’.  Ain’t you gonna be coming back on Monday?” he inquires as he taps at the open suitcase on the bed that has scattered clothing all around it.  “You can’t tell me that you aren’t going to tire yourself out with all that travel.”

Sam peeks out of the closet where she has grabbed a handful of hangers with light clothing on them.  “About that Colton,” she begins before once more ducking into the closet to grab a few more pieces of clothing.  “It’s a tour so I am not going to be returning Monday…”

As Sam’s voice trails off, Colton straightens in surprise.  “You ain’t comin’ back?” he asks in surprise.  “What the hell do you mean you ain’t coming back Monday?”

He leans forward angrily as Sam drops the clothing on the bed by the suitcase.  She reaches for a long white button down that she straightens out and holds it up to hide her face while she folds it.  “It means that when I go on tour with Sin City Wrestling, I tend to stay very close to where the shows are.”  Her voice rises ever so slightly with a nervous laugh ending her comment.  She manages to finish folding the shirt and sets it into the suitcase before looking up to find a very not impressed Colton glaring at her.  She has a bright blush crossing her features as she reaches for another article of clothing only to have her wrist grabbed by her husband.

“The tour is in Greece Sammi,” Colton states in a low tone.  “What am I going to do with you half way across the world and me here in the States and up in Canada while I am shooting the show?” he asks.

“Why don’t you come with me,” Sam urges with a smile as Colton guides her around the corner of the bed and pulls her between his legs.  She rests her arms on his shoulders, leaning into him with a soft sigh as he shakes his head slowly.

“Y’all know that the shooting schedule won’t let me just up and disappear for however long your tour is,” Colton answers.  “Besides, I see all the others coming back home each week so why don’t you do that darlin’?”

“That’s not how I do things when we go on tour.  I tend to pick a central location and that is where I stay during the tour.  That way I am close to all the shows and I don’t take myself out with jet lag,” offers Sam as she turns slightly and sits on the thigh of Myers who tilts his head to look at her quizzically.  “This time I decided that since we are in Greece, I leased a small house in Athens for the next two months and I figured that when shooting was done you could join me there for a honeymoon since we really didn’t get one before.”

Colton continues to gaze at her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he thinks about what she just said.  Sam begins to teasingly kiss along his cheek to his lips before melting against him and feeling his arms wrap around her.  She pulls away only slightly with a smile.  “So, Camo…want to join me in Greece in our own little loft apartment.  The sea, the view of the Acropolis…” Her voice fades out as she gently kisses along his jaw towards his ear to whispers more things that bring a grin to his lips.

“Y’all don’t fight fair darlin’ and yes, I do want to join you,” he replies.  “I won’t be able to right away but in two weeks I can.”  Sam shrieks as he is quick to roll her over and lay her out on the bed before leaning over her with a smile.  “But before you go, I want to remind you just what you are going to be missing for the next little bit.”

The room darkens slightly as the sun fades out.  The only sounds heard are a bit of giggling then a loud thump which causes the pair to break out in full laughter.  “Y’all are going to have to repack Sammi…tomorrow,” says Colton as his body’s shadow melts into the body laying on the bed. 
 

It’s a small world after all…

A queue of people are standing on the gleaming white tile of the airport, their carryons set beside them as a counter agent is looking over a skymall magazine with disinterest.  Among the crowd is a familiar redhead who is dressed in a relaxed pair of jogging pants, a snuggly sweater and red canvas high tops with a set of rainbow laces.  Sam Marlowe is busy checking on some last minute items while a pair of earbuds has her moving to unheard music.  A rather unkempt person rushes up the counter with an apologetic smile for the person sitting there who looks up from the magazine.  He straightens his tie and picks up the small microphone.

His crackly voice can be heard over the speakers as the other counter agent folds up her magazine.  “We are now boarding those travellers in flight to Athens Greece.  We will be boarding business class and first class momentarily…”

Sam looks at her ticket and then rises slowly to move towards the counter while dragging a carry on and a rather large shoulderbag.  She sets her passport with her boarding pass tucked into it as she smiles at the counter person who pulls the small set of papers towards them, sliding the boarding pass across a reader then give Sam a once over while holding her passport up to compare.  A bored smile is offered before the passport is handed over to Sam.

“Thanks,” says Sam as she reaches for her carryon and heads down the skyway and towards the plane.  Reaching the door, she is greeted by a young woman in the airline’s uniform.  She smiles as she boards the Airbus 380 and moves towards the upper deck on a spiral staircase.  Once on the upper deck, Sam is guided towards the business class seats and is shown to a seat near the front by a window.   

She stows her carry on above her head and then sits to tuck the shoulder bag at her feet on the floor.  “Wow, it has been a while since I have been on one of these planes,” she says to herself as she leans back and closes her eyes.  Lost in thought, she is surprised by a man dropping a briefcase on the seat near her.

“Did I wake you?” questions the man with a rather rude glare as if Sam didn’t belong.    Shrugging she shakes her head negatively then once more focuses on something else.  The man looks around and then looks back at Sam.  “Excuse me miss, I am wondering what you are doing on this flight.  You don’t look like you belon…I mean are you sure you are supposed to be in business?”

Sam notices him looking at her and her outfit then begins to laugh as she realizes that she isn’t in the right “dress” to sit in business.  “Oh yes sir, I bought the ticket as a treat since it has been a long time since I flew anywhere for work.  So, my name is Sam Marlo…”

“My god Gerald, who is it you are speaking to?” says a voice in a rather nasally sound.  A tall blonde moves into view as Sam is reaching up to offer a hand to the gentleman.  The blonde’s mouth falls open as she realizes who it is.  “Sam Marlowe…of the Houston Marlowes?  My dear, you look just like your mother.  How is she?  Oh where are my manners, I am your mother’s friend from a long time ago, Regina Forsythe of the Denver Forsythes.  We attended the same boarding school you know.”

“No, I didn’t know.  Moms never talks about that much,” offers Sam with a confused look.  “Besides, I don’t think she mentions me that much in society considering what I do for a living.”

“Of course, she did mention she had a daughter that was a…boxer or wrestler or some such nonsense.  Is that you?” asks the woman as the man’s face begins to change from a smirk to recognition.

“SCW Sweetheart Sam Marlowe?” he exclaims in excitement.  “I am a fan.  I am sorry, I didn’t recognize you.  Hey, are you headed to Greece?  I tried to get tickets to the supercard in Athens but it is sold out.  Say, you wouldn’t happen to have any spare tickets do you?  For the husband of your mother’s old friend Regina?”

His enthusiasm is cut short by a slap across the shoulder by his wife.  Sam smiles and shakes her head.  “Listen, why don’t I get your information and I will see what I can do about tickets but I don’t promise anything.”

She pulls out her phone and then opening the notes app, she takes down the name and number of the man and with a smile and nod, she moves out of the way of the pair as the wife drags him to their seats and begins to berate the man angrily motioning at Sam who hears the words ‘young enough’ and ‘daughter’.  Hiding her face as she giggles, Sam puts on her seatbelt, returns the ear buds to her ears and leans to look out the window at the flurry of activity on the tarmac in preparation for taking off.

Can you believe it.  Sam Marlowe has resigned with Sin City Wrestling.  Is this the moment I ask if you missed me or not?  Just kidding because I know that there have been those that have missed me and others that were crowing they made me quit.  And trust me I know who they were and are.

But I digress.  Just before Blaze of Glory, I negotiated a new contract and believe you me, some of the signing bonuses and specifics of the contract just has me shaking my head.  Some of it boggles the mind and I have to say, with what was negotiated, I am definitely going to have to have my negotiator ready for when my contract expires.

So here I am preparing for my first match after being the referee at Blaze of Glory for the Blast from the Past finals.  And I am sure there are people that were saying that I didn’t call it down the middle but the funny thing is…I called it straight down the middle considering there were times that I could have come down on the side of my friend and times when I could have disqualified people.  The winner of that match was the team that definitely won even though I might not have been happy saying that.

Two weeks out from Blaze of Glory and we are starting our first tour in a very long time and to say that I am excited is putting it mildly.  To quote a famous musical…Greece is the word.  Okay, so I am just as bad as Christian Underwood with the whole Grease references but you have to admit they are keeping with the whole tour location.

Greece, the place of history, philosophy, architecture, mythology.  And now, the superstars and bombshells of SCW.  And the first stop is Corfu and my first official match under this new contract.  And who did I draw as my first opponent might I ask.  None other than Chloe Benton.

I can’t tell you much about Chloe Benton as I have not really seen her wrestle much.  But I do know one thing, she is just like me…a record holder.  And I am not being mean when I say that.  She holds the record for fastest knock out elimination and I hold the record for the shortest world bombshell title reign.  Just because both of us hold dubious records, it doesn’t mean that both of us can’t shine in the ring. 

Now I get it Chloe, I really do.  You don’t seem to have a great win loss record but you aren’t afraid to get in that ring and mix it up with everyone and anyone put in front of you and that is something I have to respect.  I have seen you time and again step into the ring with some really tough opponents and I am sure that you could have won if you had the experience.

Now you get to step in the ring with another big name wrestler.  Or so some people think.  You get to step into the ring with me and I have to say that I am looking forward to it.  See, I want to have a good opponent who is going to give me a fight but isn’t going to underestimate me.  I suspect that given you are still looking for your first win in twenty twenty two, you aren’t going to underestimate me, as a matter of fact you are going to be looking to spoil my return in any way you can.  And honestly, I want you to try to.

Walking into that ring, I am going to be rather rusty and if anyone could be a good test for me returning to singles wrestling, I would have to say it is you.  You have what I am looking for I suspect and that is a hunger to finally get a win.  I want you to try your hardest for getting that.  I don’t want you to let the past cloud your mind.  I want this match to not only be my return, I want it to be yours too Chloe.  You might think that I am being facetious but I am not.  This is going to be a beginning for the both of us and I want to make it memorable.  I want you to erase your record elimination with giving me the fight of the night.

That being said though, I have to say that I am coming to reignite my wrestling career and it is starting in Corfu when I face you across the ring.  I hope that you can realize that just because I have been away for a while, it doesn’t mean that I won’t be ready to fight my hardest in Corfu.  I am coming back and there are a lot of bombshells that I want to prove that I can still be a challenge and then when I have proven that, then I can put my name forward for titles.  And it will all start at Climax Control this week.

Chloe Benton.   In mere days, you will step into the ring with me.  Let me give you an idea of what to expect.  I am known as a high flyer and reckless.  I have a reputation for being someone who isn’t afraid to put things on the line in my desire to win a match.  I have been in matches you couldn’t imagine and came out the other side with a wealth of experience.  My suggestion, win or lose, take what happens in the ring and add it to your skill set and experiences.  Take what I can teach you in the ring into your knowledge bank of wrestling techniques and skills.  Because like you, I used to be a novice when it comes to wrestling but each match I was in was a learning experience and it got me to where I can now claim to be someone that can teach you new things in the ring.

So, Chloe, let me offer you this one piece of advice.  Be prepared for what may happen in the ring because I will be prepared and ready to pull out the win and if you don’t prepare, you might just set another record with the fastest pin in Climax Control history.

See you Sunday.

   

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Climax Control Archives / Training, games and laying it all out...BFTP Round Two

« on: February 25, 2022, 11:30:47 PM »

Question…

You have won your first round match in the Blast from the Past tournament and are booked into the quarter finals…What do you do now?

Answer…

Step up and advance to the semi-finals.

Tagline:  Training day…

The soft hum of a young woman can barely be heard over the sounds of grappling and training in the one place you would not expect a person to be on Valentine’s Day. 

Staggs’ Dungeon

Sam Marlowe is rolling her neck as she can be seen wrapping her hand with tape.  Her hair is pulled back into a rather high ponytail that has the tips of her curls brushing her neck and shoulders.  Sam still has medical tape on her shoulder that plays peekaboo between the straps of her cold shoulder tee.  Her body is covered by a body-hugging spandex wrestling singlet with the Riverdale logo on it and a pair of beat-up Converse hightops over slouch socks finishes off the look.

Sam gives a final pat to the tape on her wrist as she moves towards a heavy bag that is hanging in the corner.  She uses her fingertips to make sure her earbuds are secure then she stretches using the bag to roll out her shoulders.  Windmilling her arms, she once more rolls her neck before she approaches the bag and with a slight jump, catches the chain holding it to the ceiling.  Wrapping her legs around the bag and locking them at the ankles, she begins to do sit ups with her arms crossed over her chest.  She ignores all the distractions and doesn’t see that she is being watched. 

Sam does a few reps of the exercise before dropping down and placing her hands on the floor before releasing her feet and flipping to her feet.  Opening her eyes, she looks around the gym and notes the looks before shaking her head with a smile and moves on to begin to throw punches into the heavy bag.  As she does, she is joined by a woman dressed in crimson tights with a Spike Staggs tee that is knotted at the back and wrestling boots.  Grabbing the bag, she holds it steady as Sam throws combinations of punches into the bag.

“So, Sam, what are you doing here eh?” asks Vixen Staggs, a concerned look on her face.  “It is your first Valentine’s Day as a wife…why are you not celebrating with that man of yours?”

Without missing a punch, Sam shoots a look at Vixen and smiles.  “He’s in Canadia filming,” she answers, a giggle escaping her lips as she sees the death glare from Vixen at the mention of Canadia.  “What, it is a Texas thing Vix.  All my friends seem to think that is the name of the place.”  A string of very beautiful sounding French curse words are heard from behind the bag as Vixen pulls back and hangs her head.    “Wow, that sounds pretty…care to translate?”

“Your poor innocent ears couldn’t take it,” taunts Vixen as she slams a kick into the heavy bag.  Sam pulls her hands up in a sign of surrender before both women laugh.  Sam moves once more to begin to punch the bag again.  Vixen moves to the side and watches as the redhead gets into a rhythm of punch and kicks that keep the bag moving.

“I was wondering about why you came back for SCW Sam.  When I heard that you got married to Colton I was sure that you were going to step back and do the wife thing.  Especially when you had that surgery on your shoulder.  Didn’t you think that it would have sidelined you enough?” asks Vixen as she crosses her arms over her chest and tilts her head to look at Sam who stops and looks over at the woman in surprise.  “Don’t get me wrong,” continues Vixen, “you have come back with a win but still…”

Sam raises an arm to rest it against the canvas of the bag.  Her body is covered with a sheen of sweat that only enhances her glow of health as she replies.  “I thought about it but answer me this Vixen…would you have stopped?  I mean, you left to have your twins and your married life with Spike but you came back and won that Grime championship.  Why didn’t you just step back and stay out of the ring?”

“Touche,” the French Canadian responds with an eyeroll and corresponding grin.  “I couldn’t not come back when asked and I am sure you are telling me that you are the same.  Quelle surprise n’est pas?  Donc, let us get you ready for your match.”

Sam straightens up with a questioning look.  Vixen is moving towards the mats after grabbing a pair of punching pads that she slowly pulls onto her hands.  Sam follows her to the mats and swipes the soft damp curls from her forehead and shakes her head to set the ponytail dancing.  She is ready, standing in a shaft of sunlight with dust motes like sparkles around her.  The pair grab the attention of some of the young wrestlers training in the gym who stop to watch the pair who begin to circle.

Vixen swipes at her with her left which forces Sam to back away quickly and stumble to the side before fighting to gain her pace once more.  Vixen keeps her moving and weaving with punches with a few kicks to change things up.  Sam is able to counter move and avoid a majority of the punches but one or two get under her guard and connect.  Sam shakes each one off only to come back for more.

After twenty minutes of hard sparring, Vixen holds up her hands and then pulls first off the right glove then the left which she tosses into an equipment case.  “Well, you are ready for any punches and swipes.  So that takes care of most of the bombshells doesn’t it?” teases Vixen before she looks serious.  “You didn’t say who you are facing for this match.”

“I’m facing Candy,” Sam offers nonchalantly as she picks at the tape on her left hand and begins to unravel it from her skin as she walks towards a table where a cooler can be seen.  Vixen follows her as Sam finishes unraveling the tape and manipulates it into a ball in her right and tosses it on the table before reaching her hand into the icy water to pull out a bottle of water.

Vixen puts a hand on the bottle just as Sam is about to bring it to her lips.  “Candy…the Candy that won your title from you?  THAT Candy?” she demands.  Sam’s eyes widen in surprise as her head slowly begins to nod in the affirmative.  “Ostie Sam…why didn’t you tell me before we started training?”

“Why would it matter who I was facing if you are helping to train me?” challenges Sam before bringing the bottle to her lips and taking a long sip of the icy water.

“If I had known it was Candy I was training you to face, I wouldn’t have gone so easy on you,” Vixen says as she shakes her head.  “Voyons donc, what else can I put you through to get ready?” she mutters to herself as she looks around the gym for something else to do which has Sam reacting with a spit take that sprays water all over the table. 

“What do you mean that you were going easy on me?” Sam says confusedly as she watches Vixen move towards more equipment.  Sam follows, a worried look on her face as Vixen holds up a jumprope.  With a sigh, Sam holds out her hand towards the rope.

Sam Marlowe can be seen standing outside of a wrestling ring as a voiceover can be heard.

“She’s known as the Sweetheart of Sin City Wrestling”

A slow smile crosses the lips of the redhead as she begins to walk up the ramp towards the camera as images light up on either side of her with scenes of wrestling matches showcasing Sam.

“She is a Sin City Wrestling Hall of Famer”

Sam looks down for a moment, a grin crinkles her nose before she looks up once more, this time the image of Sam flickers and flashes before changing into the image of a video game character.  The images change to show the character in the ring climbing the turnbuckles to wave at the animated fans. 

The camera view moves around to show the real Sam Marlowe with a game controller in her hands as she sits beside Pussy Willow who has her own controller and is seen shaking her head.

“And she is just one of the SCW bombshells in the new SCW video game by EB Sports…Get into the game!”

Sam leaps to her feet as she button mashes to get the win on the screen.  As she does, Drew Patton moves into view and holds her arm up in victory as Sam celebrates her win.

Who would have thunk it huh?  Sam Marlowe makes her triumphant return to SCW and gets the win in her first match of twenty twenty two.  And that first win was in the opening round of this year’s edition of the Blast from the Past tournament.  I was a long shot in everyone’s mind I am sure.  After all, last year didn’t have that many shining moments for me now did it.  But I silenced the nay sayers and the doubters who thought that I wasn’t going to be able to ‘hang’ with the Bombshells that currently are in Sin City Wrestling now. 

I myself had my doubts so I wanted to prove that I still had it.  And trust me, I did.  Did you not see the match…Supreme Machine and I facing Krystal Wolfe and Jack Washington and getting the win.  And it was ME, getting the win over the reigning Bombshell Roulette champion.  Something tells me that she wasn’t ready for what kind of opponent I could be.  She was riding the high of the fact that she broke my records which probably meant that she had the match on lock.  That was until I locked in the Sammiwrap and forced the champ into tapping out.  And I heard that Krystal wasn’t too happy about that…good thing I apologized beforehand.

Then for the past two weeks I have not been booked but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been watching closely for the weeks off.  I could have rested on my laurels and not worried until I found out who it would be that I would be facing in the next round of the tournament.  But honestly, with the caliber of talent in this tournament, you can’t rest on anything.  The difference between a win and a loss is a razor’s edge when it comes to the Blast from the Past.  And I am not going to dance on that edge, I want to go all the way and win.

But let me talk about my partner before I address our opponents in round two.  Supreme Machine.  Like I promised you, I wasn’t going to be the weak link in this team.  I gave one thousand percent and this coming match will be the same thing.  I am not going to let you down, we are going to move on in the tournament if I have anything to do about it.

With that, let me get to the heart of the matter…our opponents in this quarter final match.  The team of Goth and Candy.  I hear that they call themselves Dark Sparklez and you have to admit that it is a rather catchy name.  And knowing the pair, both of them are former champions and both of them are capable of winning this tournament too.

Goth for instance….he is one of the best here in SCW and has won quite a few championships having beaten some of the great wrestlers here in the company.  He is big and dangerous and very much in control most of the time.  He can snatch a win at any point of a match.  I respect the heck out of him.  You can’t help not respecting him.   Luckily however, I don’t really have to worry about him in this match because I don’t have to be in the ring with him, he is the problem that my partner has to solve.

My problem is trying to solve the problem that is Candy.  Well, she isn’t a problem like that.  She is just someone that is all over the place but when she focuses…she is dangerous.  I mean the woman is a pink explosion of sugary glittery confetti mixed with a whirlwind.  A force of nature sweet enough to give one a cavity and dangerous enough to pin you when you least expect it.

Candy and I do have a history you know.  She was the one that ended my last Roulette championship and took my title from me.  Back then I was a little bit cocky and thought that I was ten feet tall and bulletproof.  But Candy was my kryptonite.  Ironic huh…I am a diabetic and it was Candy that beat me and took my title.  And actually, I have to admit that was the start of my downward spiral or so I thought until recently.

When I lost to Candy, I seriously decided it then and there that I was done but there was that voice telling me to keep going and I did even though when I did, I lost more than I won.  But I didn’t care about wins or losses by that point because I was not worrying anymore, I was just doing my best to be the bombshell that the bosses could rely on night in and night out.  The bombshell that would be there for the fans.  And I was until it got to the point that I needed to heal and so I took the time away.

I went away and I healed.  Then I came back and first match back, I won.  And that win leads me to you once more Candy.  This time I am not going to underestimate you.  I am laser focused on this match.  I am not looking past you, oh no, you deserve my full attention.  You are the bombshell that I need to really prove myself against in this match because Candy, in my last match against you, I lost.  That is not going to happen this week. 

You see, this week is my chance to redeem myself when it comes to you and me.  You hold a win over me and I will admit, it stings just a little.  And I want to remove that sting and to do that, I have to beat you in this match which is the goal.  I have been preparing without even knowing it would be you that I would be facing.  Luck of the draw told me that I would be facing you at one point and even luckier, it is in the quarterfinals of the Blast from the Past.  And beating you will have a twofold effect for me. 

First, it will even out the advantage you hold over me by virtue of your win to take my Bombshell Roulette title.  I am aiming to erase that from my psyche with a win this week against you.  Secondly, facing you and getting the win is my ticket to advance to the semifinals of the tournament.  Either way, I want the win and am fixin’ to take it whether you like it or not.

The clock is ticking and it is almost time for Climax Control.  In a few more nights I will be facing you across the ring and you will get to see my determination and I don’t know what you will be feeling or thinking but I can tell you right now what I will be thinkin’.  I am going to be thinking three things.  One..that is a lot of pink and sparkles that you will be wearing.  Two, I respect you but Candy you are going to be crushed and three…time to get the job done to move on in the tournament.

I will see you in the ring on Sunday Candy.  Good luck to you, you will definitely need it with the way I am feeling about this match.

   

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Climax Control Archives / Where have I been and where am I going from here

« on: February 04, 2022, 11:53:08 PM »

Question…

What four words can bring back someone from the brink of never looking back?  What four words can start a fire from banked coals of ambition and desire?  What four words could possibly make me return to SCW?     

Answer…

Blast from the Past.

Where have you been hiding?

Dateline:  Early September…Houston Texas

“Isn’t it time you went and started your physio?” questions a voice as a pair can be seen relaxing on a rather worn leather sectional that dominates the room.  The speaker runs a slow hand through the hair of the woman who is resting on his lap.  He offers a smile at the woman before booping her on the nose.  “You know that your surgery went off without a hitch and you need to get working on your comeback.  The only reason you are stuck here is that you are licking your wounds and that ain’t a good thing darlin’ if you ask me.”

Looking up as her lip curls to try and avoid responding, Sam Marlowe shakes her head as she holds her arm against her chest and uses her other hand to point at the shoulder that is covered by medical tape.  “But Camo…it still hurts to move,” she whines softly before cradling it.  “I only got out of the hospital days ago,” she adds before fighting to sit up and looks at Colton with a teasing smile and wink.

“Like that ever stopped you Sammi,” he says in response as he leans back, his arms stretching out on the back of the couch.  Sam moves to snuggle into him, her red curls spreading out on his chest.  “Darlin’, you know I know how much it has to hurt but you remember what the doctor said when you got released.  You need to work the muscles and joints otherwise you ain’t going to be able to use that arm effectively.  Let’s go and we can work on some of the easier exercises.”

A soft grunt of denial manages to escape Sam as she brings her other arm up to attempt to cross them in stubbornness.  She is only able to put it against the arm on her chest and glares at the scoff that sounds suspiciously like a laugh.  “All right funny man,” Sam mutters.  “Where are the sheets with the exercises?”

Colton stands and heads towards the door where he points out of.  “I think they are up in your room.  I will get them for you,” he offers.  She watches as he turns to leave only to pull up short as he is almost running over a pair who are walking into the room where the pair have been.  Sam sees them and rolls her eyes as Colton shoots her a sympathetic glance and blows her a kiss.

“So, this is where you have been hiding Samantha,” says the older woman who sits beside Sam and pats her lightly on her knee.  The other woman flops on the couch right by the recovering shoulder, slamming into it forcing a grimace from Sam but not alerting their mother to the ‘accident’.   “Oops,” is muttered by Cyn who gives her younger sister a cold unapologetic smile.

Sam’s mother puts the book that she has carried into the room onto the lap of Sam and then motions for her to open it and then hands her a pen into the hand of her injured arm.  “Now Samantha, we do have to plan for the wedding and you can’t tell me no.  You are a Marlowe and that means that you are going to give me the opportunity to celebrate the wedding of one of my daughters correctly,” begins Mother Marlowe with a sidelong glance at Cyn who is sitting looking at her nails.  Caught between the pair of them, Sam looks trapped and then glances downward to begin writing. 

“Oh mother, I know that Montgomery and I were so impetuous but it was LOVE and we couldn’t wait,” she offers which sends Sam into a coughing fit brought on by the blatant lie of her sister.  Only sparing the briefest of glances at Sam, Cyn smiles at their mother.  Vanessa Marlowe reaches across Sam to pat the knee of Cyn which has the redhead preening with the approval of their mother. 

Sam’s eye roll as she leans back and brings one leg up and over the other to rest the book against.   She motions for her mother to speak. 

“First things first, the dress.  Since you and Colton have decided on a New Year’s Eve wedding, we do not have much time,” begins Sam’s mother only to have Cyn interrupt with a smirk.  “Mother, Sam always said that she wanted to wear your wedding dress don’t you remember?”

Sam smiled at that weak attempt to refocus attention on Cyn.  It was true that she wanted to wear the full southern belle dress that her mother wore at her own wedding.  It was a dress that had been in the family for generations and each one married in it were lucky in love.  Writing down a note she spoke up.  “It’s true Moms, that is the dress I want and I was thinking that we could go and get it so we can get it ready by December.  That saves a little time for the planning of where we are getting married…and when.”

Cyn notices that their mother once more turns her attention to Sam.  Cyn leans forward and rests an elbow on the thigh of Sam once more inflicting an annoying pain that Sam fights to hide from their mother.  “You know mother that Sam really should be more exposed to society.  We should rent out the biggest and best venue here in Houston.  She is a Marlowe after all.  You know it would be expected,” taunts Cyn.  A soft hum is heard from Vanessa before Cyn continues.  “As mother of the bride, you know you want to show your little baby off.”

“Well…” begins their mother but she is stopped by Sam who leans towards her, half to escape the elbow of Cyn and half to impress her own desires for the wedding.  “Moms, we have already decided that we don’t want some kind of big production for the wedding.  Just family and friends, especially with the pandemic and all.  Daddy said we could have it here in the house.  And Moms…it is what Colton and I want.  Please?!?”  The last was in a soft pleading voice which only causes a smirk on the face of Cyn. 

Before Cyn can speak up, Colton reappears with a handful of papers and he leans towards Sam’s mother with a wink and a smile.  “Y’all know ma’am, Sammi and I want something with just family.  Wouldn’t want to share the two most beautiful women with everyone now, would I?” he offers which brings a frown to the lips of Cyn but a self-satisfied look on the face of Vanessa Marlowe.  “Now if you will let me borrow my fiancée, we have some exercises for her shoulder to get done.”

Reaching out to Sam, he offers her a hand that she takes and is helped to her feet.  The pair begin to move towards the door and are stopped by a cough from Cyn who glares at Sam from behind the shoulder of their mother.  “You do know that tonight Montgomery and I are hosting your engagement dinner,” says Cyn, her voice soft and cheerful in direct contrast to the look on her face.  Sam shivers and nods as Colton taps at his temple.  The pair make their escape quickly.   

Fast forward to December 31st…

Philip Marlowe can be seen walking along a hallway dressed in a dark suit with his hair slicked back, a curl teasing over his forehead.  In the distance, the faint sound of partygoers listening to music and enjoying the evening can be heard as he approaches a doorway at the end of the hall.  Suddenly it opens to reveal his wife in a deep green velvet dress.  She smiles while wiping tears from her eyes.  Philip stops and uses his thumb to wipe one silvered tear from her cheek.

“Is she ready?” he enquires as Vanessa nods slowly.  “You head down, and I will bring her along in a moment.”

Vanessa leans up as Philip brushes his lips against her cheek and then turns back to the door while she makes her way downstairs.  Pushing at the door, he calls out.  “You don’t want to keep your young man waiting Princess, otherwise he is gonna run for the…” he says before he is rendered speechless.

A vision in cream colored lace can be seen looking out a large window.  At his voice, the redhead looks back through a gossamer veil with a soft smile.  “Are you okay Daddy?” asks Sam softly as she turns to give him a full view of her in the dress.  The bodice of lace and silk fits to her figure without a wrinkle and flares out into a full silk skirt with an overskirt of lace that trails off into a train.  Sam has a cascade of red curls trailing along her shoulders with the veil being held in place with a small tiara of gold and pearls.  She moves closer as her father nods and then tugs at his suitjacket. 

“I’m fine Princess Sammi but seeing you like that, I don’t know what to say.  I still see you in that beat up baseball jersey with one tooth missing and a side ponytail that is a rat’s nest,” he says which causes Sam to blush but laugh.  “When did my little girl grow up?”

“I am still your little girl Daddy but just taller,” say replies which has her father laugh out loud.  Philip reaches up and rubs a hand against the cheek of Sam before turning and offering her his arm.  “Let’s do this,” he says as Sam reaches for a small bouquet before sliding her hand through the arm offered and leans somewhat against the arm of her father. 

Leaving the room, the pair move towards the stairs that lead to the large room where guests can be seen looking up at the two.  Sam and Philip stop for a moment and look over the small group of people below.  Reaching for the bannister, Philip guides Sam down the stairs and towards a small alter where Colton can be seen standing watching as Sam moves towards him.  The redhead smiles shyly as they make it to where he is waiting.  Philip lets go of her hand and then places it in the hand of Colton who mouths the words thank you.  Philip Marlowe nods as the sound of a sob can be heard from behind him as Colton’s mother brings a white lace hankie up to hold over her mouth as she tries to hold her emotions in.

“You look beautiful Sammi,” whispers Colton as he guides her forward to where a minister is standing. “So do you,” she answers before both of them turn their attention to the minister who begins to speak.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here…

The minister motions for both of them to repeat their vows then asks for the rings.  Blessing them, he offers Sam’s to Colton and asked him to place it on her finger repeating his vow.  Sam takes the hand of Colton and fights to get his ring on as she speaks her vows.  Once they are finished, the minister checks on the clock where the last two minutes of the year are ticking away.  As they do, he pronounces them man and wife.  Just as the clock strikes midnight, Colton is advised to kiss his wife which he does with a smile as Sam tilts her head up for the kiss as confetti hides the couple as the new year is rung in.

 

I guess everyone has probably been wondering where I have been and what I have been doing since last August when I was last in a SCW ring.  Well, to be honest, I was seriously looking down the barrel of announcing my retirement from wrestling.  I finally took the time to get some old injuries taken care of and there was the question that kept nagging at the back of my mind…was this the excuse I was looking for.  Was it what I needed to actually fade away from SCW. 

And you know what, it was there, that soft banked idea that I would come back and once more be the same Sam Marlowe with the same desire and the same fire.  And for the moment, the answer was an emphatic no.  I was enjoying the time away…I was healing and I had plans to take it easy.  And then the call came…and I was invited to join the Hall of Fame and my friend Ben inducted me and from that a kernel of desire was formed.  It continued with discussion boards and twitter and predictions that made me smile but it also made me think.

Should I come back?  Slowly that answer moved from a no to a maybe.  I mean I watched week in and week out the bombshells that make the division the best in the wrestling world in my opinion.  Which then made me think there were more challenges I needed to meet and defeat.  After all there was so much that I had left in the tank.  Imagine if I returned and fought my way back into title contention…

Well, I looked at the title picture and I happened to see the dominance of the champions and that kernel grew a little.  The desire to test myself against Amber Ryan…the desire to shut Andrea Hernandez up…the desire to once more wear a title that was associated with yours truly.  But is being ably defended by Krystal Wolfe.  I knew however that I would have to work harder to get into that title picture and don’t think I am not ready for it but instead I healed and trained and now I am ready to get back into the swing so to speak.  But thinking about it, I knew I didn’t want to dive in the deep end too quickly.

And then the time struck with the call from management.  Picture it, I am in the middle of training for a possible return and I get a call from Mark Ward asking me if I was going to be returning for the Blast from the Past tournament.  Is it kismet or something else.  Whatever it was I decided that it would be the perfect way to ease back into the ring.  So, here I am and once again, Sam Marlowe will grace an SCW ring.   I had to laugh at it, a mixed tag match tournament where I would be the partner of some superstar that I have no way of know who they are.

Fast forward to Inception and the teams are announced.  I was sitting watching intently to see who it would be that I am teamed with.  And then it was announced…my partner was the monster…Supreme Machine.  Most bombshells would be afraid to be paired with someone that has a very bad reaction to women.  I though am not most bombshells.  Yes, my partner is Supreme Machine and I am going to hold up my end of the team and will not let him down.  I will make sure that I am not the weak link.  I have been in the position of being eliminated in the first round…I have made it to the quarter finals only to be cheated out of a chance to fight in the final.  I have made it to the finals of the tournament only to be defeated due to the fact that my partner would have to face his own wife…am I bitter about that…nah but this time I am going into this with no real expectations other than to have fun with it. 

So, first round has been announced and guess what, I have myself a match.  The opening round sees me and Supreme Machine in a match against Jack Washington and Krystal Wolfe.  On paper, seems so very one sided with a current champion teaming with a former heavyweight champion against a former champion and a newcomer who hasn’t worn gold in SCW.  That is what it says on paper but on the mat in the middle of the ring, that is where it is going to be so different.

Knowing the rules of the match, I really don’t have to worry about Jack Washington because well, boys fight boys and girls fight girls.  So, Supreme Machine will have to worry about Jack Washington and I will have my sights set fully on Krystal Wolfe with laser focus.

That is right Krystal, my focus for this match is right on you.  I have been watching you and I have to say that I am impressed with what you have accomplished in the time I have been out.  You grabbed the Roulette title and you proceeded to put a big dent into the records I have held with it.  I admit freely that you have done things that deserve my respect and trust when I say you do have my respect.  Sad part is that I never had a chance to face you for that title because if I had been given that chance, it might be that you would be looking at me with the belt and you wishing to be getting it back.  Or just maybe I would be chasing you to regain the title just to keep my records intact.  But that is neither here nor there this weekend.

No, this weekend your title is safe given the fact that upper management didn’t want you to defend the title in this match.  More is the pity considering that you are such a great champion.  Guess having a former champion challenge you in a match where should you get pinned you lose twice.  First you get ousted in the first round of the tournament AND you lose the Bombshell Roulette title.  So luckily, this match will only see you lose once.

Now before you say it, I know I am at a disadvantage because I have ‘ring rust’ from not being in the ring for so long.  You keep thinking that Krystal but I will be honest with you.  Yes, I have been out of an SCW ring for six months but I have not been idle. 

I don’t know if you know the Staggs Dungeon being a GO Gym grad.  Guess who was trained by the first ever bombshell Hall of Famer Vixen Staggs.  Guess who has been training since I got the go ahead from my surgeon.  I have had my mentor and friend Vixen Staggs putting me through my paces and I have had Spike Staggs offer me pointers.  Now I am not saying that I am unbeatable but I am warning you Krystal, I am ready for this.  I am ready for you.

The question though should be are your ready for me.  You see, we haven’t faced each other in the ring, one on one and that is something that really needs to be addressed.  Granted you are the one breaking my records and good for you.  You have every right to crow about how good you are and how you are going to keep dominating as the Roulette champion.  I want you to be able to stand up and declare that you are the best Roulette champion ever.  Maybe you are, maybe you aren’t but we won’t really know that unless you face the person that set those records in the first place. 

The Blast from the Past tournament round one is the place that you are going to get the first taste of what it means to take me on.  I am a high flying, risk taking dangerous bombshell who doesn’t run from a fight but rather brings the fight to my opponent.  And sad to say, the first time you face me, I am going to hand you a loss.
 
Oh and another warning Ms Wolfe.  You might want to hold that title you have close to your chest Krystal because if I ever get a chance at it, I am going to take it back. That is not a threat, that is a guarantee.

So good luck in the tournament Krystal, you are going to need it.  And I am sorry for the loss you are about to suffer.     

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Climax Control Archives / Death by powderpuff...to paraphrase Bubbles...Sam Marlowe will be Hardcore

« on: August 06, 2021, 11:31:17 PM »

“Let me clarify some things for you Johanna,” says a soft voice.

Sam Marlowe looks into a mirror that she is sitting in front of.  Set on the table top in front of her is an assortment of items.  She is dressed in a silken robe, her hair pulled up to lightly cascade down over the collar of the white cloth.  Behind her, a canopy bed can be seen in the mirror that is covered in a white lace coverlet and the canopy of white tulle and lace that is draped around it.

“I get it that you are so dominant and as a part of Wolfslair, you are a cog in the wheel of success that your gym mates.  I can openly and honestly agree with that self promotion,” Sam says with a soft sigh as if admitting it was something that physically hurt her.  “I know you talk a big deal about how you and your teammates are forces to be reckoned with.  I have watched you in the ring and I admit you rightfully claim that you have dominated.”

Sam looks at herself in the mirror and then looks downwards to a set of small crystal jars and bottles.  Reaching down, she picks up a bottle with a light golden liquid inside of it.  Pulling the lid off, she brings the bottle to her nose, and sniffs delicately as her eyes close in pleasure.  Putting a fingertip on the top of it, she twists it up and down then straightens it again.  The glint of perfume on the fingertip disappears as she runs it along her neck under her left ear.

“People keep talking about how I need to give up and just step out of the spotlight and quit.  For too long I have listened to them and to that little voice inside here,” Sam says as her perfumed finger taps lightly against her temple.  “I get it.  I haven’t been as hungry for the titles and the spotlight and every thing that comes with being the top bombshell in Sin City Wrestling.  I mean the desire is there but the doubts drowned it out.  The lack of people really caring about what was happening to me ate away at my confidence.  I felt alone, unwanted, and it colored the way I was in the ring.  Can you imagine Joanna?  You have Wolfslair to stroke your ego, to tell you that you are good enough.”

Again, a sigh escapes Sam as she caps the perfume bottle and sets it gently back on the table top.  Reaching to a crystal decanter, she takes a soft fluffy brush and then pulls a palette of makeup towards her, flipping open the lid.  Swirling the brush into the color, she brings the brush upward to stroke color over a half closed eye.  The soft shade of green wings upward at the tip of the eye before Sam opens it to smile softly. 

“I ask you, who do I have huh?  I get the weekly hashtag dubya cee dubya from Roxi Johnson and don’t get me wrong Joanna, I am extremely grateful for that but that is all I get of appreciation.  But other than that, everyone that I considered positive influences in my life have disappeared.  And out of all of them, I alone remain.  I alone continue to wrestle.  Now before you say that ‘boo hoo Sam Marlowe is crying’ I want to clear up something for you Joanna.  I continue to wrestle because I still have the desire to go into the ring and perform for those that really appreciate me.  The fans that have written to me, the people that support me,” states Sam as her brush moves over her other half closed eye, “I go to the ring for them, to give them the best Sam Marlowe I can.  For me it isn’t how many wins I have, no, for me it is giving the fans one hundred percent of myself in the ring.  Can you claim that, Joanna?”

Sam sets the brush down and reaches for another brush to rub it into another color and accents her browbone before talking once more.

“Joanna, I know that you are dangerous and I get that I am probably the underdog in this fight.  My daddy however always says that it isn’t the size of the dog in the fight, it is the size of the fight in the dog.  And given your obvious Germanic attitude and strength, you are the big dog in the fight.  But that doesn’t mean that I am going to be the one to let you use that to your advantage.  I may not match up in size or attitude however, the size of my fight this week is nothing short of rottweiler determination.  I am prepared to get into the ring and step right up to you,” Sam offers to her reflection.

Twisting her head from side to side, Sam compares the eyeshadow on each eye before plucking up a small pencil.  Uncovering the lip pencil, she leans forward slight and begins to line her lips with a dark chocolate line which prevents her from speaking for a moment.  Satisfied, she caps the pencil and returns it to the small crystal bottle on the table top.

“I want you to know Joanna, I am not afraid of you and I could care less how you see this match.  For me, this is going to be a challenge because I want it to be,” adds Sam as she picks up a small cylinder and unwinds it to reveal a dark berry lipstick that she swipes across her bottom lip.  “I am sure with your confidence; you don’t consider me a threat at all and that is good.  It means you will take me for granted in that ring,” muses Sam before rubbing her lips together.  Raising her chin slightly, she offers a half smile at the mirror before talking once more.

“I am aware y’all can really hurt me considering that this week we are in the ring in a powderpuff death match,” states Sam.  Do you even know that that could involve Joanna?  I mean you are probably someone that doesn’t really understand what this could entail.  But let me enlighten you Joanna so you understand what could be involved.”

Sam reaches towards a rather flat cylinder and pulls the top from it.  Inside it looks like a feathery item resting there, a satin ribbon across it with a small bow in the middle of it.  As Sam pulls it upwards, a soft sprinkling of powder rains from the puff.  With a smile, she lightly taps it over the tip of her nose and across her cheeks.  The perfumed powder envelops her in a cloud of scent.  She pulls the puff away from her face only to have it drop to powder across her decollage.

“I am not sure what is going to be expected with this match this week,” offers Sam slowly.  “But as a southern debutante, I know all about using a powderpuff and most will say that this puff is nothing when it comes to wrestling but if you have ever been in a cloud of perfumed talc, the choking factor makes it so much different from a regular weapon.  Growing up and preparing for my debut…I learned to survive the choking powder.  So, I know just what needs to be done to fight through it.  Let me ask Joanna…do you?”

Setting the puff once more into the talcum powder, Sam puts the container to the side.  Standing then reaching down, Sam pulls at the robe’s belt to open it to reveal a green retro sundress that a debutante would wear in the fifties.  Pulling her arms out of the robe, she drapes it over her arm as she backs away and fixes her skirt.  Tossing the robe onto the bed, Sam fluffs her hair and then blows a kiss at the mirror before turning to leave the room.  Just before she does, she turns back and addresses her image in the mirror as if she is talking to Joanna herself.

“See, I am not backing down this week on Climax Control Joanna,” Sam vows as she leans in and runs her finger along the corner of her mouth.  “You will probably need to prepare for the fact that in the ring, this powderpuff death match could be the death of you this week.”

Almost in emphasis, Sam once more pulls the powderpuff from its container only this time, she slams the puff into the mirror’s surface obscuring the image of her in the mirror.

A computer screen can be seen, a facetime call being initiated by a hand that can be seen typing on the keyboard.  Suddenly the screen lights up to reveal an image of Pussy Willow in a larger image of Sam Marlowe who smiles at her friend.

“Pussy, what do I owe the pleasure of your call?” asks the redhead who is seen getting comfortable on a rather large papasan chair.  Dressed in a pair of daisy dukes and a happy go lucky ray of *expletive* sunshine, Sam looks relaxed.

Pussy herself is dressed in a halter with her blonde hair pulled back.  “You know Sam that I always like talking to you.  But this time is business.”

Sam chuckles.  “All business and no play makes a Pussy a…”

“Don’t you dare say that I am a dull girl Sammi!” exclaims Pussy with a half angered look. Sam offers the interviewer an apologetic look.  Unable to hold on to the anger, Pussy gives a smile to Sam and then continues to speak.  “I actually wanted to talk to you about the match coming up against Joanna Kreiger.  Considering that you aren’t really having a good time in the ring with a losing streak right now.  I have to ask you if that is going to be a factor when you step in the ring with her.”

Shaking her head, Sam rolls her eyes and then sticks her tongue out at Pussy who only raises an eyebrow at the image of Sam but doesn’t speak.  The silence stretches out for a moment then Sam breaks and begins to speak.

“You know what Pussy, this week’s Climax Control is just the time to turn things around you know.  I know I have been losing lately but now I am making a change.  See, I am not going to worry about win or lose, I am looking at surviving this powderpuff deathmatch.  Speaking of which, do we even know what a powderpuff death match is?”

Pussy looks thoughtful for a moment then shrugs and raises her hands in a ‘who knows’ motion.  Sam chuckles.  “I guess with Candy being hired to help out while Christian is on vacation, and given the fact that she lives for glittery, sparkly fancy matches like a glitter bomb match or now a powderpuff deathmatch, she wants to make Sin City Wrestling into a place to brighten up the fans and bombshells lives,” offers Sam.  “I get the whole death match idea but why add powderpuffs to the mix?  Is she expecting us to beat each other with large powderpuffs or something?  Like a killer pillow fight or something?”

“Don’t be giving her any ideas Sam.  Who knows what gimmick she will come up with next?  But lets focus on your opponent, Joanna Kreiger.  She is quite the athlete and will definitely be someone that can beat anyone in the ring.  Do you have any idea how you are going to beat her?” asks Pussy.

Sam half turns away from the camera as if listening to someone to the side.  A smile crosses her face then she turns back to the screen.  “I am not sure how I am going to beat her Pussy.  She is a big bad woman who could probably squash me like a bug.  I guess first and foremost I have to stay out of her reach.  But I also have to bring the fight to her.  That will probably be something that she won’t expect.  I mean she is one heck of a wrestler with the skills to beat every bombshell on the roster.  And she has.  She has been a champion, she has beaten everyone she has come up against.”

“That isn’t a great strategy Sam,” interrupts Pussy with a look of concern.  “You better think of something better.”

“Sure, I will walk into that ring and beat her in the middle of the ring with little to no difficulty,” teases Sam.  “I know what I am facing and I have been preparing for this Pussy.  I know that I am going to have to rely on my skill, my high flying moves and then when she isn’t looking, put her into the Sammiwrap or somehow find a way to beat her into submission.  I know what I have to do Pussy.”

“That is good to know Sam,” says Pussy as she looks downwards then back up at Sam while biting her lower lip.  “I know you don’t like hearing what your opponent says but there is one thing that I really have to ask.”

Curiosity peaked, Sam leans towards the screen with her eyebrow raised.  She tilts her head slightly and softly responds. 

“Go on…”

Pussy swallows slightly and then once more looks down then back at Sam.  “Joanna has gone on the record stating the following…”

Pussy plays a soundbyte of Joanna’s comment.   “But, you never quite reached the same heights as your contemporaries did you? You never got to the same level as Mikah, Mercedes Vargas, Roxi Johnson or even Crystal Zdunich. The Bombshells from back in the day who always seemed that step above you. They always had your number and even though you’d get a big win here or there, at the end of the day they are world champion calibre athletes and you’re not.”

Facepalming, Sam can’t begin to believe what Joanna said.  Sighing, she looks at Pussy again and begins to speak.  “Did she really say that?” asks Sam only to see Pussy nodding her head in the affirmative.  “Oh my goodness…well, she is speaking the truth somewhat.  Just not the whole truth.”

“You mean that you aren’t mad at her comment?” Pussy asks incredulously.

“No, I ain’t mad Pussy.  She is right…I never quite reached the same heights as Mikah, Mercedes Vargas, Roxi or Crystal…I surpassed them.  Not to toot my own horn but if she took the care to look into it…I was the one to beat Mikah to end her streak with the Bombshell championship.  And where is Mikah now?  And Crystal and Mercedes…I beat both of them in the same match for my second Bombshell championship.  I love how she has discounted all my championships.  I guess someone that doesn’t pay attention to the past will be doomed to repeat it.  The question isn’t will she lose…it is how badly will she be beaten in our match.”

Pussy smiles at the comment.  “That is the confidence I like to hear from you Sam.  So, last question…Are you ready for the match on Sunday?”

“Can anyone be ready for a match that has never happened in Sin City Wrestling?  I will tell you this Pussy, I am ready for whatever Joanna is going to bring to the match because I know she will be coming to bury me and have prepared for the worse.  But then again, will she be ready for what I am bringing on Sunday?  I think not.”

A rumble can be heard over the connection and Sam appears to be looking off screen before she once more directs her eyes to the facetime call.  “I wish I could stay Pussy and talk more but Colton just got home and we have some plans to make and a hotel room to reserve when we head to San Fran for Climax Control.  As always, it’s been a pleasure speaking to y’all.”

“Nice talking to you too Sam…see you Sunday!” exclaims Pussy as Colton Myers appears behind Sam to wave at Pussy before the call is disconnected.  Pussy reaches up and using the mouse, she clicks the window closed and the last thing seen is the screen of the computer going to black.