The sound of a pair of boots makes a counterpoint to the sharp clacks of heels on concrete as a pair of women walk along the hallway towards the door to the outside of the venue that had hosted Inception three. Coming into view, Sam Marlowe is dressed in a pair of jeans with a University of Nevada letterman jacket over a Sam tee with damp curls framing a pair of belts over her shoulders and a well-worn duffel bag swinging at her hip. Beside her strides Pussy Willow with a bag slung over her shoulder and a smile on her face. The pair are deep in conversation which can be heard as they approach the doorway.
“I knew you were going to win tonight Sam,” enthuses Pussy as she can’t help punching at the air near the shoulder of Sam who dodges the hit with a mock cringe. “I thought that you did great against Jessie Salco but you had to know you had her number from the moment that the title unification match was announced. Heck, Mercedes keeps giving the numbers and you are undefeated against her still.”
Sam offers Pussy an answering smile as she looks to her friend and shrugs under the belts that slip slightly off her shoulders. Steadying them, Sam replies softly. “You had to admit though Pussy that she really wanted to win the match and I got lucky tonight. And before you say it, yeah I get that she isn’t going to admit defeat even with losing tonight.”
Scoffing at the response, Pussy nods and continues towards the parking lot after pushing the door open. The pair exit the building only to spy someone leaning against the wall beside the door. The man offers a low whistle at the pair which has Pussy looking at him with surprise with recognition appearing in her eyes. “Oh my god!!! Sam, it’s that guy…you know the one…Archie Andrews from Riverdale!! I am basically fan girling here Sammi!”
A low chuckle escapes the man as he pushes himself away from the wall. Dressed in a pair of denims with a pair of cowboy boots and a South Side Serpents jacket over a white tee. In one hand is a package of paper that he lets hang at his side. Sam shakes her head as she turns to Pussy Willow and moves between the two.
“Pussy, relax, this isn’t the guy that plays Archie Andrews..well not the actor. This is my friend Colton Myers and he is a stuntman that happens to be KJ Apa’s stunt double for Riverdale,” says Sam as she then turns to Colton and points at Pussy Willow who still appears to be fangirling. “This is my friend Pussy Willow, interviewer extraordinaire for SCW.”
“Pleasure ma’am,” offers Colton as he reaches up to tip an imaginary hat, his Texan drawl making Pussy melt slightly with a sigh.
“It certainly is,” answers Pussy as she moves towards him. Sam still between the pair holds up her hands and stops Pussy.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be Pussy?” asks Sam as she points towards the car of Pussy that is parked nearby. “You told me you were heading to the party at that casino that everyone is talking about.”
“True, hey why don’t you two come with me?” she asked as her eyes devour the body of Colton as a red rush of embarrassment rises in his cheeks and he ducks his head slightly to run his free hand through his already mussed up hair. “Oh come on Sam! It would be a great way to celebrate!”
Sam thinks about it for a moment then offers Pussy an apologetic look. “Listen Pussy, wish I could say yes but I have to get home and ice down my shoulder before too long but listen, you and me can go and celebrate another night ok?”
“What about your friend here? Could I borrow him as my date at the casino, Rocky Mountains would be soooo jealous!” demands Pussy as she moves to link arms with Colton in a very friendly manner. “I promise to be gentle with him, girl scout honor.”
Colton takes the hand of Pussy that had curled around his arm and with a regretful look, offers a kiss to the back of it that has Pussy fanning herself. “As much as that sounds like a great idea, I have other plans tonight. Maybe another night?” asks Colton.
Defeated, Pussy steps away and moves towards her car and pulling open the door, turns hopefully back to Sam and Colton who has stepped up behind the bombshell roulette title covered shoulder of Sam. Tilting her head, she makes one more attempt to encourage the pair to join her. “Last chance Sam, celebration at the casino with yours truly…”
Sam’s nose wrinkles slightly as she shakes her head with a smile. “I’ll take a raincheck,” answers Sam. “Have fun and stay safe.”
Pussy nods once then slides into the driver’s seat of the car and waving at the pair, she backs out of the spot and moves through the parking lot leaving Colton and Sam alone in the parking lot. Sam looks at her friend. “So, what are you doing here Camo? I would have thought that you were going to be in Canadia shooting the show,” she asks as the two of them begin to walk towards a beat-up green Chevy.
Reaching towards the shoulder of Sam with his free hand, Colton grabs the strap of the duffel which stops Sam and he tugs gently dislodging the title belt on that shoulder but managing to hold it in place as he takes the duffel off. “Allow me, it looked heavy,” he offers before shouldering it himself and motioning Sam to continue. “I knew you had the big match at this show and I wanted to be here to cheer you on but my plane was late and I got here after the show so I hustled to the backstage door after one little stop.” With that he holds up the package in his other hand and presents it to Sam who gives him a look then looks again at the package.
“A present?” teases Sam. “Whatever could it be?”
“You will find out if you open it a little faster there Sami,” Colton teases back.
Sam opens the package to reveal a small bouquet of blue flowers that look like small clusters of butterflies. Looking up at Colton she has a surprised look in her eyes. “Bluebonnets? Where on earth did you find bluebonnets Colton?” she wonders.
“Bluebonnets from deep in the heart of this Texan,” he teases. “I had to search everywhere and had to order them special. I was determined that I have them win or lose for you,” he adds which has Sam giving him a raised eyebrow look of surprise. I only wish I was here earlier though to see you win your match.”
“I don’t know about that,” offers Sam. “Jessie really gave me one helluva match, pardon my language. It was a fight for sure. But I did it and now all I have planned is take out, a night in and a rather large ice pack and literally Netflix and chill,” she adds as she stops and reaches into the pocket of the varsity jacket and pulls out a set of keys. “You are welcome to join me if you don’t have a place to stay. My guest room is yours.”
Slipping the key into the lock of the door of the chevy, she twists it to hear a sharp click as the door is unlocked. Colton reaches and opens the door after she pulls the key from the lock. Sam smiles as she gently reaches inside after pulling each belt from a shoulder and folding the straps inward. Setting them on the seat she turns and reaches for the duffel bag that she adds to the backseat. Turning once more, she comes face to face with Colton who is smiling down at her. With her breath catching in her throat, Sam swallows nervously as she looks questioningly at her friend. “Ummm Camo,” she begins to speak as he leans closer then offers her a kiss on the cheek to whisper “congratulations” into her ear before pulling back.
Sam lets a nervous chuckle escape as Colton moves back then around the car to the passenger side. Sam looks over at him across the top of the car. “So,” he says as he pulls open the passenger side door., “what kind of food are we getting and who is buying?”
The intensity is broken as Sam can’t help but laugh as Colton and she slides into the car. The slamming of the car doors is drowned out by the roar of the engine coming to life as the lights flash on and beam into the half darkness of the parking lot. Suddenly the chevy lurches into motion as Sam drives toward the exit and the green car merges into the traffic on the Strip.
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Sam Marlowe appears in a small window on a laptop screen with the words Facebook Live under her smiling face. Leaning back, she can be seen with an SCW tee on and her hair pulled back to be held with a couple of small diamond clips.
“Hey all to my superstars out there, Unified Bombshell Roulette/Legacy champion Sam Marlowe here. I thought that after the week holiday that I got after Inception three, I would come on Facebook live and let y’all know that I haven’t forgotten you with the break I took to study and the twitter holiday that I had from the drama. But I am back and I thought that together we could find out if I am actually going to be in the ring at Climax Control this Sunday.”
Sam looks down at her screen as the image of her can be seen showing the SCW webpage. Clicking on the card page, Sam can be seen looking at the card then smiling as she looks at the camera of FB Live and winks.
“Here we go, first show back and your Bombshell Roulette Honor Legacy champion has a title match. Now I know that most people would be asking…’Sam, don’t the champions of SCW get to rest on their wins and at least be able to take the time and let other people work for title shots before jumping right into a title defense?’ Well normally that might happen in other companies but not Sin City Wrestling. See in SCW, the champions are fighting champions and are ready to defend their titles whenever and wherever. And I am no exception.”
The image lags for a moment as Sam appears frozen before it starts up again.
“I consider myself a fighting champion and that means that I am ready for any match at any time. In all seriousness though I approach every match like it is a title match. I am not one to just think that a match is just a match. And as champion, the best example I can give is to be a fighting champion. So this week’s title defense is going to be like every other match, fought with intensity to defend my titles the only way I know how…full on straight shootin’ and no surrender. And there are three reasons for that. One…the fans. They deserve my best every night I step in the ring and that is what I aim to give ‘em. Second are these two little beauties.”
Sam leans out of frame for a moment reaching for something that she pulls into view. In each hand is a title belt, the SCW Bombshell Roulette title and the Honor Legacy title.
“I unified these two titles at Inception and now as the Unified champion I will be defending them this Sunday on Climax Control. I guess the saying is true, there ain’t no rest for the wicked or the best. Sure I can’t really claim to be the best in the company, right now that is Dani Weston. But there is something I can claim and that is that I am the best Bombshell Roulette champion in the history of the company right now. And Sunday will just add to my Legacy…see what I did there?”
Sam giggles softly, her hand covering her mouth after she lays the title belt on her shoulder.
“Now I see that I am facing Pandora Barrett in her first title match here in SCW. And granted when I scouted the match she was in at Inception, she did amazin’ in that match but I have to wonder if she is ready for a title shot at the Bombshell Roulette title. I mean it is a very different type of match than she might be used to. Because y’all know, there is no real way to prepare for a Bombshell Roulette title match because y’all don’t know what kind of match you are going to be in. I have been in some very violent matches and luckily I haven’t had to defend or fight in a gimmick match but that doesn’t mean that I am not ready to. See, I prepare by preparin’ to face anyone in any match. Yeah I have mostly moves and holds that would make me a reckless high flyer with a little bitty bit of technical. But no matter what happens or where that Roulette wheel lands, that is the moment that I begin to prepare. I am able to adapt instantly to whatever match that wheel lands on. I have proven time and again that I am an innovator in that ring when it comes to Roulette matches.”
Sam gets contemplative for a moment as she leans back with the titles resting on her shoulders, the straps pushed up slightly by the back of her chair. Looking into the camera, she begins to speak again.
“I guess I really should be talking about Pandora and trust me I know that she is going to come out and probably give me a tongue lashing to beat the band about how good she is and how she is going to take my title and maybe just maybe you might luck out but see, the odds are against you when it comes to beating me in that ring. Pandora, I am a little spitfire that is like a Texas tornado, you can’t stop me when I set my mind on it. And my mind is made up to keep these titles and that means in no uncertain terms that I will put you down for the count.”
“I am not scared of the challenge nor am I afraid of you Pandora. The titles will be going nowhere and let me tell you right now, congratulations, you have stepped into the ring with someone that will show you just how hard it is going to be to pry these titles out of my hands.”
Sam once more grabs each title in her hands and holds them up to show the camera.
“Welcome to the ranks of the contenders for the Bombshell Roulette, Honor Legacy championship Pandora. It means that you have arrived in Sin City Wrestling and you have the chance to win a title here. Sadly, that chance is slim to none and Slim has left the building.”
Sam laughs at her own jokes for a moment before a beep can be heard in the background that gets her attention. Sam can be seen looking to the side and then back at the camera.
“Wish I could stay and chat but that sound right there is telling me that it is time for me to go and get ready to head out for a meeting with my professor about my thesis for my masters. And as much as I want to stay here and talk to y’all, I need a good mark for my degree so we will talk again and I will see y’all Sunday night when I beat Pandora Barrett to retain my titles.”
Sam leans up into the camera and smiles once more before reaching for the signoff box while waving at the screen leaving it to be paused with the words that Sam Marlowe is no longer live.
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