It got away from me…
Have you ever had one of those weeks? You know the ones. The weeks when nothing seems to go right and everything has it out for you because of timing and things beyond your control.
This isn’t going to be a rant nor will it be apology, it is just a statement of a fact and with that, let me tell you a little bit about my week this week and why I am in the place I am right now.
Sam Marlowe’s voice filled the room that was seeming to be empty but as she leans back, her cell phone camera captures the bare stone walls of a building that resembles any other workplace, a sea of cubicles stretching as far as the eye can see. In the distance, the Marlowe name can be seen in a rather direct and straightforward font.
Leaning back into the frame, Sam Marlowe’s face looks ravaged as she wipes at the corner of one eye, red from crying as she sighs and addresses the camera. She is dressed in black, her normal carefree curls pulled back into a chignon at the base of her neck and her make up is subdued. She once more addresses the camera.
This week has been the week from hell and here I stand at my Daddy’s company wondering where it went wrong. See I am a shareholder in the Marlowe company and actually it was Daddy who gave me the editing job here. Well this week, something happened which made me look at my priorities and where I need to put my head in the game.
Daddy’s daddy, my grandfather passed and now I am more than ever looking at what could very well be an end to my dream of getting my masters and starting to run this company on a more full time basis. Which then brings me to Sin City Wrestling.
So before I go much further, even though I said it wasn’t going to be an apology, I have to offer Caleb my sincerest apologies because I haven’t been able to do anything when it comes to wrestling. As a matter of fact, I have been here in Houston and dealing with the funeral and family and SCW has had to take a backseat to that. Which I guess is going to mean that I am letting people down, especially my partner and that is driving me crazy because everyone that knows me knows that I absolutely detest letting people down. And as much as I wish I could do more, it just got away from me.
The ill look that passes over Sam’s face attests to the physical affect it has on her.
I have to say as well, as much as I love my family, I also love my SCW family and after this week I am going to be getting focused once more. But this week and all that has gone on, I am pretty sure that my head and my heart aren’t into this round of the Blast for the Past tournament and I will be looking to get back into fighting form.
So where does that leave me now…well for the next few days I am going to try my best to get ready to go out there and try to kick butt like I normally do. However, no excuses…If it happens that I lose the match for our team, I apologise to Caleb. I was the weak link and I take one hundred percent of the blame. And Fenris and Courtney, I hope to give you the match you deserve…
A voice can be heard to call Sam’s name as a familiar redhead moves into the view of the camera and Sam turns to see her older sister looking for her. Ducking down to hide in a cubicle, Sam looks in the camera and mouths the words “I’m sorry” before sneaking away as the camera goes to black.
