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Backstage at Climax Control 125: Montevideo Uruguay
An excited Sam Marlowe heads towards the locker room of the bombshells as her sister lags behind her, a pair of glasses covering her eyes as she reads something. Sam gets to the room and pushes her way inside and heads directly to her open suitcase against one wall. Her sweat dampened hair sticks to her forehead and neck as she swipes it out of her eyes while the light turquoise halter molds against her sweat soaked skin.
Reaching for her light hoodie that she wears in the backstage area, Sam pulls it on and sits on a bench and reaches for the laces of one boot that she has pulled up on the bench in front of her. Cyn sits opposite her and looks up at the younger woman.
Cynthia ~Cyn~ Marlowe: Well I guess that congratulations are in order little sis. Nice win I must say but honestly, don’t you think that maybe you should have been a little tougher on your opponent? Trying to be Ms Nice Guy isn’t really making you anything of a threat.
Glad that her hair is hiding the ‘I’ve heard this before’ eyeroll that crosses Sam’s face the younger Marlowe makes a contented hmph before looking up at Cyn who has crooked her eyebrow. Sam can only smile as she takes a slow breath.
Samantha ~Sam~ Marlowe: Like I keep saying Cyn, I don’t think that I can be the bad girl that you want me to be. You are just going to have to live with that you know. And don’t worry, the more matches I am in, the better I am going to get. Trust me Cyn, I am going to eventually get close to a title shot and then I will give it my all for the gold. I’m a rookie and that is just the way of it.
Cyn growls cynically as she does her own eyeroll.
Cynthia ~Cyn~ Marlowe: You are so naïve Sammiwich. I mean you seriously need to take the advice I am giving you after all I had been doing this long before you have. Now, I was looking at next week’s show and you aren’t booked so I suggest that we head back stateside and relax for the next week or so. I know that I could use some time with Jameson.
Sam finishes unlacing her boot and pulls it off only to let it fall beside her as she stretches then pulls the other foot up onto the bench. Cyn watches her for a moment then slams the book in her hand closed. Getting to her feet, Cyn moves to sit beside her sister and puts an arm across her shoulders.
Cynthia ~Cyn~ Marlowe: Tell you what sis, let’s go home and I will give you a celebratory night out on me. I’ll call Jameson and he will set things up and set you up too. You hurry and we can go home.
Samantha ~Sam~ Marlowe: Cyn, I don’t really need a night out. So don’t worry Jameson about it. I am just going home and kick back, relax and get ready for my next match coming up.
Cyn doesn’t even pretend to be listening to her as she reaches for her cell phone and begins to push buttons. Getting to her feet, Cyn moves out of the locker room and leaves Sam to herself. Letting her foot rest in front of her, Sam lays her head against her knee as she moans in pain at the thought of having to deal with Cyn and her fiancée. Looking skyward, Sam begins to talk to the empty room.
Samantha ~Sam~ Marlowe: Lord help me, maybe I need an escape from what Cyn has planned.
Slowly the young redhead pulls at the laces of the boot. Moments later, the second boot joins the first on the floor as Sam stands and arches her back. Reaching for a towel, she heads towards the shower area. Putting her hand on the faucet, she is about to turn it on as Cyn once again pokes her head inside the locker room.
Cynthia ~Cyn~ Marlowe: Aren’t you ready yet Sammi? I want to get out of this city and on a flight to Houston within the next couple of hours. Jameson says he has the perfect plan for when we are back.
In the shower, Sam keeps her voice low as she mumbles a response to the comment of her sister.
Samantha ~Sam~ Marlowe: Of course he does.
Cynthia ~Cyn~ Marlowe: Are you listening Sammi? Hurry the hell up. I am phoning the airport now and will have us on the next flight out.
Samantha ~Sam~ Marlowe: Sure Cyn, I’ll be right out in about ten minutes.
Cyn smiles as she looks at her watch as she waits for someone to pick up the phone at the airline. Sam pulls off her hoodie and tosses it over the half wall. She is reaching for her halter as the steam of the shower begins to surround her and obscure her from the view.
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One week before Climax Control 127: Houston
Samantha Marlowe is wandering along the hallway of her family’s home dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a light blue hoodie. She has a pair of beers in one hand and a small plate with a sandwich and chips. Ignoring the calling of a voice from behind her, Sam continues on down the hall intent on reaching some undescribed room. The voice sounds closer which makes Sam stop and turn.
Voice: Sammiwich, just where do you think you are heading darlin’?
Sam smiles at the older man who is walking towards her, his shirt collar unbuttoned slightly and a tie pulled loose and askew. His faded reddish hair is slicked back somewhat and his weathered face breaks into an answering smile.
Samantha ~Sam~ Marlowe: Daddy, I am just heading to the study to watch some video for Sin City Wrestling. I am pretty sure that they are going to be booking me for next week and I want to be ready. Care to join me?
Philip Marlowe, Sam’s father joins her and puts an arm over his daughter’s shoulder as he takes half the sandwich from the plate and takes a slow bite, chewing as he nods and replies around the mass of bread and meat in his mouth.
Philip ~Phil~ Marlowe: Sure Sammi. Will give me an idea of what you get up to in that ring. Last I heard from Cyn was that you were jerking some curtains…made me wonder what the hell curtains had to do with wrasslin’.
The pair laughs as they arrive at the study where Sam moves behind the desk and reaches for a keyboard sitting there. The whine of a computer can be heard as a bright flash of blue appears on a large monitor that is hanging over the sofa across from the desk. Philip Marlowe opens the two beers and slides one across to Sam as she calls up her email to find a message from SCW. The subject line reads “Climax Control 127 Matchâ€. Nervously, Sam clicks open to read it. Standing behind her, her father lets out a slow whistle when he reads the message.
Philip ~Phil~ Marlowe: Well now lookit that darlin’ you ain’t curtain jerkin’ this week are you.
There in big bold letters was the card for Climax Control 127 and her name was figured prominently in the card. Right up there under the main event and it had her tagging with a fellow Texan and…
Samantha ~Sam~ Marlowe: I am in a Tag Team title match. Daddy…I AM IN A TITLE MATCH!!
The excitement in Sam’s voice was evidence enough that she couldn’t believe it. Her father holds out his beer, a big smile on his face.
Philip ~Phil~ Marlowe: Congrats Sammiwich. My little girl is going to be the Sin City knockouts tag champ.
Samantha ~Sam~ Marlowe: Umm Daddy, we’re Bombshells, not Knockouts.
Philip looks sheepish but proud as he clinks the neck of his bottle with Sam’s.
Philip ~Phil~ Marlowe: Ain’t no never you mind darlin’, knockout, bombshell don’t matter. Fact of the matter is you are going to be a champion Sam. How many matches have you been in?
Samantha ~Sam~ Marlowe: This is going to be my fifth match…oh lord…this is going to be only my FIFTH match.
Sam slumps in the seat, the enormity of what her match is for hitting her like a ton of bricks. As she sits there, her father leans on the edge of the desk letting her soak it in. Suddenly from the doorway, a jubilant Cyn walks in, a smile on her face as she reaches for the glasses on her face.
Cynthia ~Cyn~ Marlowe: Hello Daddy. I guess you and Sammiwich saw that I managed to arrange. Aren’t you just the proudest papa in the entire world to know that I got Sammi a match for the gold?
Samantha ~Sam~ Marlowe: Wait a minute Cyn, I don’t think that you have enough pull to get me title matches in SCW. After all they know you aren’t my manager right?
Philip Marlowe watches the two young women quietly as Cyn airly waves her hand in the air as if brushing off Sam’s comment.
Cynthia ~Cyn~ Marlowe: I am sure they have taken my advice about it. But as it stands, you have a match against Raynin and Gothika, the Fallen for the Bombshell tag titles in the main event at CC. So we need to get you ready for it. Those two gothic creepellas won’t stand a chance when they face you and Traci Patterson this week even though Traci is from Dallas and all…you know.
Sam and her father trade glances as Cyn sits down on the sofa and preens slightly as she looks for approval from the pair at the desk.
Cynthia ~Cyn~ Marlowe: Well? Aren’t you going to say thank you?
Samantha ~Sam~ Marlowe: Uh…thank you Cyn. But I still don’t think that you had anything to do with it. Anyways, I am sure that Traci and I will work together well. She is a former champion and I am rarin’ to get a good shot at the titles. Now if the Fallen are to be believed, they are a really hard team to face.
Sam begins to type in the Fallen into the youtube search engine in preparation for studying videos of them for her title shot. Her father watches Cyn out of the corner of his eye, noticing her smirk as she regards her sister as if she had some evil plan of some kind. He recognized the look as one that Cyn normally wore when she was out to get something.
Philip ~Phil~ Marlowe: Darlin, I am going to let you watch your videos of your opponents. I gotta go get ready for a meeting later on. Cyn, why don’t you come with me and let Sammi concentrate on the footage.
Cynthia ~Cyn~ Marlowe: But Daddy, I have to be here to give her the benefit of my advice you know.
Sam shoots a look of pleading towards her father which only made him stand and hold out a hand to Cyn.
Philip ~Phil~ Marlowe: I am sure that Sam will come talk to you too but for now, let’s just give her some time alone shall we?
Before Cyn can protest further, Philip pushes her out of the room and turns for a moment to see Sam mouth the word ‘Thanks’. His answering ‘Love you’ brings a smile to Sam’s lips before her attention turns back to the screen.
Philip ~Phil~ Marlowe: You get’em Sammiwich.
Sam doesn’t hear the comment as she takes in the footage of Raynin and Gothika. The soft click of the door is the only sound that pulls her focus away for the barest of instances before turning back to the screen.
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Official Vlog of Sam Marlowe: Online
Samantha ~Sam~ Marlowe: Guess what, it is yours truly, Sam Marlowe with the most exciting news that I can share with all my fans. This week, at Climax Control, I am going to be main eventing for the first time ever. Lil ole me is in a title match no less. I wouldn’t have believed it if you had told me not even three weeks ago but here I am fixing to take on Raynin and Gothika for the Bombshell Tag titles in Asunción, Paraguay.
Now I can hear you saying ‘Sam, who in the world hates you so much that they put you in that match at Climax Control?’ See I don’t consider it as some kind of revenge. I think of it as an opportunity to show management and the bosses just what I am capable of. I mean look at some of the other rookies here in the company. All have been given opportunities to show what they got and some of them won gold. Now Christian and Mark Ward are giving me my opportunity to shine and I am going to grab that brass ring with both hands and hold on tight and I am going to win gold.
I have to say though that I am worried about this match just a little. I don’t know how well Traci Patterson and I are going to be able to gel inside that ring as a team but I want to let her and the fans know that no matter what anyone says, I am coming to that match with all the fire in my soul and all the desire in the world to wear gold. I ain’t going to let my partner down nor will I let my fans down.
As for the Fallen, I have looked at your history and I have to give you all the props in the world. You are a helluva tough team and the two of you could beat anyone on their best day but sometimes when you don’t know who your facing that little bit of uncertainty can make all the difference in a match. I know Traci and I have to beat you for the titles and really you don’t have to do anything although I am sure that you aren’t going to make it that easy for us.
Win lose or draw ladies, just know one thing. I have my heart set on winning gold in my first year here in Sin City and if it means beating you for the titles on Climax Control…then so be it. I will see you in Asunción, Paraguay.
Best of luck.
