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Supercard Archives / Re: THE CONSPIRACY v BEN JORDAN and SAMANTHA MARLOWE - STREETFIGHT
« on: April 12, 2024, 11:53:40 PM »
A darkened room is filled with a thin mist of smoke in what looks like a soft spotlight where a woman can be seen walking into in a white and silver hooded leather jacket with cutouts that criss cross down the arms. It swings open slightly to reveal a black halter with denim covered legs disappearing into the darkness just out of the spotlight. Reaching up, Sam Marlowe puts her hands on the edges of the hood to push it back allowing her long red curls to frame her face and she smiles into the camera that pulls back to reveal more of her as the spotlight begins to brighten, allowing for sparkles to surround her feet. She stands there and tilts her head to the side.
“Alright peoples…” she begins before stopping and shaking her head. “Y’all know that just don’t sound right in a southern accent. Let’s do this my way.”
Sam shakes the hair out of her eyes and once more smiles at the camera. “Hey y’all, hope your day is goin’ good. I have to admit that this is a first for me considering that Ben over there is usually the one that is doing little introductions like this.”
Sam looks over to Ben who holds up a thumb with a “crack on Ginge”. The lights flash on her feet as Sam begins to walk along the floor, her boots crunching on the broken glass of mirrors on the floor and walks to one that is still intact and smiles into it.
“Look at this image…the sweetheart of Sin City Wrestling,” offers Sam as she leans into the mirror with a smile and a face-like gesture of a peace sign. She looks at the camera that is filming her reflection in the mirror. Leaning back, she once more begins to speak. “Who would have thought that someone like this,” she motions at her reflection, “would be considered dangerous. I bet Luna never would have considered me as dangerous. Just like all the other doubters in this company, I was the eyecandy, the babyface of the bombshells with nothing to recommend herself. And when I started out, that was exactly what I was seen as. Luna, I tell you that at the time “I” thought that too. But when it came to everyone else, I was not ready for the big time until I was older. When I got a killer instinct. I had to shatter this image that people saw about me.”
Sam does a slight spin away from the mirror as it seems to explode on its own. Her spin has her stop in front of another mirror, this time she pauses and watches as her hand pulls open the coat and peels it from her shoulders. “Then there was the time I was considered as no threat to a champion that I was hand picked by THE bombshell world champion. To be honest, she saw me as you probably see me Luna. A nothing, no threat at all. What she did though is that she underestimated me and my desire to finally step up into a championship that no one could deny I was worth.”
Sam leans forward as if looking for that champion in the mirror but frowns slightly as if not seeing her. Eyes flashing, she leans back once more and shakes her head. “Mikah at the time was the inspiration for me to get into the mindset of wanting to beat someone so much but there was still the respect for that champion even though I beat her. But that caused a small chink in my sweetness,” says Sam as she looks downward and takes a slow breath. “After that win, I was still sweet but not as saccharine. And I pulled the trigger on the next part of my career.”
A sharp crack is heard as Sam’s finger points at the mirror resembling a gun. The tinkling of the mirror shards causes Sam to close her eyes and smile to herself. Cracking one eye open, she looks over at Ben who is sitting quietly watching her, his eyes focused as Sam offers him a wink before she spins away once more only to pull up short in front of another mirror this time, focused on her reflection in the black halter and jeans.
“Hmmm then I lost the title and well most people would say that things went downhill from there. And yeah for a while, it was depressing and my life wasn’t helping. I was spreading myself too thin wrestling full time, full time masters student and involved with someone that kept my mind split. Someone that separated me from what I loved to do,” the image frowns and turns her head to the side as if trying to forget that time of her life. “That is when I was given the opportunity as a contender to the bombshell roulette title. And do you know what that opportunity did for me? I gave me an edge. Matches by definition that were dangerous. Matches that I excelled at. The spin of the wheel putting me in danger each time I stepped into the ring once I won that title. It was chaotic but I loved it because of the thrill. But I still was seen as the sweetheart of SCW. So I was still not a threat to many. But I learned quite a few things as the Roulette champion. I learned to take pain and I learned how to make people suffer. And I was good at it…”
Sam pulls back her hand and slips something on it. Flexing her fingers in the glove, her hand flashes out and slams knuckles first into the mirror making shards flash and fall to the floor. Sam leans down slowly to pick up a rather large piece of glass. She looks into it, angling it to the camera to reveal only a piece of her image. She picks up a second one and angles it another way which reveals a second image.
“I realize that you Luna are only going to be listening with a half an ear because you think you have broken me with your little attacks. Do you realize that you haven’t really broken me because that pain is nothing to me. See what pains me the most is that you have to put yourself in situations that really, you shouldn’t be,” Sam states, her voice dropping to a threatening timber that is almost a growl for a moment. “I have been giving you a history lesson for only one reason Luna, because you need to understand something. Ben spoke about controlled chaos and yes he and I are controlled chaos when it comes to this match…no this street fight at Blaze of Glory. You have to worry about that but you also have something to think about as well. Underneath this controlled chaos is something else entirely. Ben didn’t talk about it because I think he was trying to not worry y’all too much before you will be stepping up to him and I.”
Sighing in almost sadness, Sam slowly runs the sharp edge of the mirror pieces along the halter, cutting into the leather and opening a pair of clawlike marks.
“I heard Ben mention something about saying thank you to you Alexander and that amazed me. Well the audacity of it did. Do you realize that we don’t have to thank you for bringing out the monsters. We don’t have to thank you for this need to obliterate you. As a matter of fact, I believe that Ben did thank you already and here is my thanks too. Thank you Alexander and thank you Luna, you have given us permission to step into the dark side that we rarely would step into. Now that the thanks giving has been given, now the apologies need to happen. It is time you apologized to us for making us want to destroy you…”
Sam stops as she looks over her shoulder to see a pair of mirrors with the images of Alexander Raven and Luna respectively being lit up by the overhead lighting. She moves closer to the mirror where she glares at Luna before bringing the piece of broken mirror upwards. Turning away from the mirror, a Luna cutout is standing with a smirking glare that is reflected in the mirror. Swinging her glance from the reflection to the cutout, she moves closer and puts her arm over the shoulder of the cutout.
“Luna, I want to apologize to you for what I am going to be doing in this match. Seems like you want to play for blood…and like I keep saying, I’m your huckleberry.” Sam brings the piece of mirror up and gently runs the razor sharp edge along the image which surprisingly leaves a bloody trail across the face of Luna. “I am sooo sorry Luna about what I am fixin’ to do on Sunday. I know that you are going to say that you are ready for it…welcome it I am sure. Which means I am going to have to apologize for disappointing you with that too. You won’t be ready for what I am going to do. A street fight is just that, a fight. No one can possibly be ready for what could happen.” Sam chuckles darkly as she taps the edge of the glass on the nose of the cutout then pitches it at the mirror which cracks it. Sam looks at it then at Luna’s image and then the mirror and points.
“Would you look at that Luna…ironic that the mirror is starting to crack like it is showing the start of cracks in your façade. Yes…how ironic that it is something that I am going to take pleasure in exploiting,” says Sam as she walks through the broken glass to trace the crack on the mirror before breaking it in seeming anger. Walking to the one beside it, she looks into the image of Alexander Raven.
“Oh Alex, I see you gloating about how you have driven Ben to these extremes by hurting those around him. And I am sure you are just loving the fact that it has pained him enough to put him into a person that is not quite the Ben Jordan everyone has seen to date. But you have to apologize to Luna for putting her into my sights because when you hurt Ben or our friend Jamie Dean, you gave me permission to add one more element to the street fight.”
“What would that be Ginge?” asks Ben in a threatening voice which only makes Sam smile with bad intentions.
“You talked about controlled chaos darlin’ but I am going to see your controlled chaos and raise you uncontrolled rage at the fact that Alexander Raven and Luna has made us descend into a place that people would say are not where Ben Jordan or Sam Marlowe should even consider being. As much as they talk a good game about it, little do they know that it is going to reach up and burn them when they least expect it.” Sam reaches up and pushes the mirror over because she doesn’t want to see the smirk of the Raven cutout. With the piece of glass still in her hand, she does a quick spin reaching out with it and severing the head from the cutout to leave it hanging by only a slim piece of paper.
Ben moves to stand beside Sam who is looking at the camera as it films the two of them reflected in a mirror. Both have serious looks on their face. Ben looks menacingly as he raises the metal and Sam leans an arm on his shoulder. “I am sorry Alexander that this man right here is going to be beating you like a redheaded stepchild…”
Ben’s lips curl into a sneer as he looks down at Sam who is looking at her fingernails. “And Luna, I am sorry that Ginge here is going to kick your ‘arris all over the arena.”
The pair share a look and then turn back to the mirror as Ben points the pole at the glass sending it shattering as the room flashes back into darkness.
The scene opens on a living room where a redhead is seen, her head leaning towards a man as they talk softly. Behind the redhead, a man is seen leaning against the back of the couch she is sitting on. The three of them look up as another redhead walks into the room and smiles at the man sitting on the couch.
“Colton, I didn’t know you were going to be here,” says Sam as she rushes over. Colton and Cynthia Marlowe-Christopher stand. Sam leans up to kiss Colton on the cheek as she turns to Cyn. “Why didn’t tell me that he was coming Cyn?”
“Monty wanted it to be a surprise Sammi,” taunts Cyn who looks at her husband with a smirk that Sam doesn’t see. “We wanted to talk to the two of you about something that I thought that Colton here would need to know.”
Sam’s eyes narrow as she recognizes the tone of Cyn’s words. Looking between the two, she takes a breath. “What are you talking about Cyn? I don’t keep things from Colton.”
“Oh really, what about all of these images hmm?” says Cyn as she reaches down to pick up an envelope and then hands it to Colton. She steps back allowing him to open it. Pulling the pictures out that reveal what seems to be Sam and Ben Jordan in what appears to be compromising positions that draws a sharp gasp from Sam as Colton begins to slowly pick through them. He looks up at Sam who has a look of surprise on her face.
“Got something to tell me Sam?” wonders Colton as Cyn moves towards Sam.
“Camo, I swear, I have no clue what these are…” she says as she turns to her sister. “Cyn?!?”
Cyn moves even closer then reaches up and brings her hand against the cheek of Sam angrily. “How dare you Sam! Lying to Colton like that. I am sorry Colt..” begins Cyn as Sam staggers back, her hand going to her cheek. Behind Cyn, Monty watches in interest as he can see the change in Sam as her eyes light up.
“Cyn!” he calls as Sam lowers her hand and with a growl attempts to launch herself at Cyn who ducks behind Monty as Colton grabs her from behind to hold her back. “What the good god damn are you doing? Why would you do this and I know you have a reason. Tell me!”
Sam again tries to get to Cyn who can’t see the smirk of Monty. Colton gets in front of Sam and holds her back. Over his shoulder, he call out to Monty and Cyn. “Y’all better leave so I can calm Sammi down,” he states.
Cyn and Monty appear to look upset but when they turn to leave, the pair smile as Colton holds Sam by the shoulders as they talk softly. Suddenly, Sam breaks the hold and storms off as Colton leans down to pick up the pile of pictures that had floated to the floor as the sound of a door slamming can be heard upstairs.
“Alright peoples…” she begins before stopping and shaking her head. “Y’all know that just don’t sound right in a southern accent. Let’s do this my way.”
Sam shakes the hair out of her eyes and once more smiles at the camera. “Hey y’all, hope your day is goin’ good. I have to admit that this is a first for me considering that Ben over there is usually the one that is doing little introductions like this.”
Sam looks over to Ben who holds up a thumb with a “crack on Ginge”. The lights flash on her feet as Sam begins to walk along the floor, her boots crunching on the broken glass of mirrors on the floor and walks to one that is still intact and smiles into it.
“Look at this image…the sweetheart of Sin City Wrestling,” offers Sam as she leans into the mirror with a smile and a face-like gesture of a peace sign. She looks at the camera that is filming her reflection in the mirror. Leaning back, she once more begins to speak. “Who would have thought that someone like this,” she motions at her reflection, “would be considered dangerous. I bet Luna never would have considered me as dangerous. Just like all the other doubters in this company, I was the eyecandy, the babyface of the bombshells with nothing to recommend herself. And when I started out, that was exactly what I was seen as. Luna, I tell you that at the time “I” thought that too. But when it came to everyone else, I was not ready for the big time until I was older. When I got a killer instinct. I had to shatter this image that people saw about me.”
Sam does a slight spin away from the mirror as it seems to explode on its own. Her spin has her stop in front of another mirror, this time she pauses and watches as her hand pulls open the coat and peels it from her shoulders. “Then there was the time I was considered as no threat to a champion that I was hand picked by THE bombshell world champion. To be honest, she saw me as you probably see me Luna. A nothing, no threat at all. What she did though is that she underestimated me and my desire to finally step up into a championship that no one could deny I was worth.”
Sam leans forward as if looking for that champion in the mirror but frowns slightly as if not seeing her. Eyes flashing, she leans back once more and shakes her head. “Mikah at the time was the inspiration for me to get into the mindset of wanting to beat someone so much but there was still the respect for that champion even though I beat her. But that caused a small chink in my sweetness,” says Sam as she looks downward and takes a slow breath. “After that win, I was still sweet but not as saccharine. And I pulled the trigger on the next part of my career.”
A sharp crack is heard as Sam’s finger points at the mirror resembling a gun. The tinkling of the mirror shards causes Sam to close her eyes and smile to herself. Cracking one eye open, she looks over at Ben who is sitting quietly watching her, his eyes focused as Sam offers him a wink before she spins away once more only to pull up short in front of another mirror this time, focused on her reflection in the black halter and jeans.
“Hmmm then I lost the title and well most people would say that things went downhill from there. And yeah for a while, it was depressing and my life wasn’t helping. I was spreading myself too thin wrestling full time, full time masters student and involved with someone that kept my mind split. Someone that separated me from what I loved to do,” the image frowns and turns her head to the side as if trying to forget that time of her life. “That is when I was given the opportunity as a contender to the bombshell roulette title. And do you know what that opportunity did for me? I gave me an edge. Matches by definition that were dangerous. Matches that I excelled at. The spin of the wheel putting me in danger each time I stepped into the ring once I won that title. It was chaotic but I loved it because of the thrill. But I still was seen as the sweetheart of SCW. So I was still not a threat to many. But I learned quite a few things as the Roulette champion. I learned to take pain and I learned how to make people suffer. And I was good at it…”
Sam pulls back her hand and slips something on it. Flexing her fingers in the glove, her hand flashes out and slams knuckles first into the mirror making shards flash and fall to the floor. Sam leans down slowly to pick up a rather large piece of glass. She looks into it, angling it to the camera to reveal only a piece of her image. She picks up a second one and angles it another way which reveals a second image.
“I realize that you Luna are only going to be listening with a half an ear because you think you have broken me with your little attacks. Do you realize that you haven’t really broken me because that pain is nothing to me. See what pains me the most is that you have to put yourself in situations that really, you shouldn’t be,” Sam states, her voice dropping to a threatening timber that is almost a growl for a moment. “I have been giving you a history lesson for only one reason Luna, because you need to understand something. Ben spoke about controlled chaos and yes he and I are controlled chaos when it comes to this match…no this street fight at Blaze of Glory. You have to worry about that but you also have something to think about as well. Underneath this controlled chaos is something else entirely. Ben didn’t talk about it because I think he was trying to not worry y’all too much before you will be stepping up to him and I.”
Sighing in almost sadness, Sam slowly runs the sharp edge of the mirror pieces along the halter, cutting into the leather and opening a pair of clawlike marks.
“I heard Ben mention something about saying thank you to you Alexander and that amazed me. Well the audacity of it did. Do you realize that we don’t have to thank you for bringing out the monsters. We don’t have to thank you for this need to obliterate you. As a matter of fact, I believe that Ben did thank you already and here is my thanks too. Thank you Alexander and thank you Luna, you have given us permission to step into the dark side that we rarely would step into. Now that the thanks giving has been given, now the apologies need to happen. It is time you apologized to us for making us want to destroy you…”
Sam stops as she looks over her shoulder to see a pair of mirrors with the images of Alexander Raven and Luna respectively being lit up by the overhead lighting. She moves closer to the mirror where she glares at Luna before bringing the piece of broken mirror upwards. Turning away from the mirror, a Luna cutout is standing with a smirking glare that is reflected in the mirror. Swinging her glance from the reflection to the cutout, she moves closer and puts her arm over the shoulder of the cutout.
“Luna, I want to apologize to you for what I am going to be doing in this match. Seems like you want to play for blood…and like I keep saying, I’m your huckleberry.” Sam brings the piece of mirror up and gently runs the razor sharp edge along the image which surprisingly leaves a bloody trail across the face of Luna. “I am sooo sorry Luna about what I am fixin’ to do on Sunday. I know that you are going to say that you are ready for it…welcome it I am sure. Which means I am going to have to apologize for disappointing you with that too. You won’t be ready for what I am going to do. A street fight is just that, a fight. No one can possibly be ready for what could happen.” Sam chuckles darkly as she taps the edge of the glass on the nose of the cutout then pitches it at the mirror which cracks it. Sam looks at it then at Luna’s image and then the mirror and points.
“Would you look at that Luna…ironic that the mirror is starting to crack like it is showing the start of cracks in your façade. Yes…how ironic that it is something that I am going to take pleasure in exploiting,” says Sam as she walks through the broken glass to trace the crack on the mirror before breaking it in seeming anger. Walking to the one beside it, she looks into the image of Alexander Raven.
“Oh Alex, I see you gloating about how you have driven Ben to these extremes by hurting those around him. And I am sure you are just loving the fact that it has pained him enough to put him into a person that is not quite the Ben Jordan everyone has seen to date. But you have to apologize to Luna for putting her into my sights because when you hurt Ben or our friend Jamie Dean, you gave me permission to add one more element to the street fight.”
“What would that be Ginge?” asks Ben in a threatening voice which only makes Sam smile with bad intentions.
“You talked about controlled chaos darlin’ but I am going to see your controlled chaos and raise you uncontrolled rage at the fact that Alexander Raven and Luna has made us descend into a place that people would say are not where Ben Jordan or Sam Marlowe should even consider being. As much as they talk a good game about it, little do they know that it is going to reach up and burn them when they least expect it.” Sam reaches up and pushes the mirror over because she doesn’t want to see the smirk of the Raven cutout. With the piece of glass still in her hand, she does a quick spin reaching out with it and severing the head from the cutout to leave it hanging by only a slim piece of paper.
Ben moves to stand beside Sam who is looking at the camera as it films the two of them reflected in a mirror. Both have serious looks on their face. Ben looks menacingly as he raises the metal and Sam leans an arm on his shoulder. “I am sorry Alexander that this man right here is going to be beating you like a redheaded stepchild…”
Ben’s lips curl into a sneer as he looks down at Sam who is looking at her fingernails. “And Luna, I am sorry that Ginge here is going to kick your ‘arris all over the arena.”
The pair share a look and then turn back to the mirror as Ben points the pole at the glass sending it shattering as the room flashes back into darkness.
The scene opens on a living room where a redhead is seen, her head leaning towards a man as they talk softly. Behind the redhead, a man is seen leaning against the back of the couch she is sitting on. The three of them look up as another redhead walks into the room and smiles at the man sitting on the couch.
“Colton, I didn’t know you were going to be here,” says Sam as she rushes over. Colton and Cynthia Marlowe-Christopher stand. Sam leans up to kiss Colton on the cheek as she turns to Cyn. “Why didn’t tell me that he was coming Cyn?”
“Monty wanted it to be a surprise Sammi,” taunts Cyn who looks at her husband with a smirk that Sam doesn’t see. “We wanted to talk to the two of you about something that I thought that Colton here would need to know.”
Sam’s eyes narrow as she recognizes the tone of Cyn’s words. Looking between the two, she takes a breath. “What are you talking about Cyn? I don’t keep things from Colton.”
“Oh really, what about all of these images hmm?” says Cyn as she reaches down to pick up an envelope and then hands it to Colton. She steps back allowing him to open it. Pulling the pictures out that reveal what seems to be Sam and Ben Jordan in what appears to be compromising positions that draws a sharp gasp from Sam as Colton begins to slowly pick through them. He looks up at Sam who has a look of surprise on her face.
“Got something to tell me Sam?” wonders Colton as Cyn moves towards Sam.
“Camo, I swear, I have no clue what these are…” she says as she turns to her sister. “Cyn?!?”
Cyn moves even closer then reaches up and brings her hand against the cheek of Sam angrily. “How dare you Sam! Lying to Colton like that. I am sorry Colt..” begins Cyn as Sam staggers back, her hand going to her cheek. Behind Cyn, Monty watches in interest as he can see the change in Sam as her eyes light up.
“Cyn!” he calls as Sam lowers her hand and with a growl attempts to launch herself at Cyn who ducks behind Monty as Colton grabs her from behind to hold her back. “What the good god damn are you doing? Why would you do this and I know you have a reason. Tell me!”
Sam again tries to get to Cyn who can’t see the smirk of Monty. Colton gets in front of Sam and holds her back. Over his shoulder, he call out to Monty and Cyn. “Y’all better leave so I can calm Sammi down,” he states.
Cyn and Monty appear to look upset but when they turn to leave, the pair smile as Colton holds Sam by the shoulders as they talk softly. Suddenly, Sam breaks the hold and storms off as Colton leans down to pick up the pile of pictures that had floated to the floor as the sound of a door slamming can be heard upstairs.
