Sitting in class watching her computer screen as she waited for the rest of the class to enter gave Sam Marlowe a bit of a relaxing moment to reflect on her recent past. Slowly clicking through images of the past few days makes her smile as she remembers the story behind them…
The small bundle of beige toe attacking dervish was quiet for the moment as Anubis curled up purring on the lap of Sam Marlowe as she sat on the couch in Jamie Dean’s loft. One hand gently stroked along the furry tip of Anubis’ nose and ears as the other held up the head of Sam as she leaned against the couch.
“So sorry that you lost the title love,” says Ben Jordan from the side as he joins Sam on the couch.
Sam offers him a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “It stung to lose but Crystal did manage to pull it out,” says Sam as Anubis barely opens his eyes as a large yawn flashes his teeth at the trio sitting there.
Proud daddy Jamie moved to pick up the small bundle of fur that Sam has picked up. Cuddling him close, Jamie nods slowly. “Only reason she won it was because you passed out from the pain Sam,” he says. “You didn’t submit or tap or anything. So you should be proud of that fact.”
Ben turns to Sam with his characteristic grin. “That’s right Ginge, you technically didn’t lose,” he jokes.
Sam rolls her eyes at Ben and Jamie and holds up her hands in surrender. “Guys, y’all are makin’ me feel really good but I am ok with the loss,” she says to the pair. Both raise their respective eyebrows as they share a look then turn back to Sam. “Really, I’m good with it. Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t happy I lost the belt but in theory, Crystal is only holdin’ the belt for the moment until I can win it back.”
Sam curls her feet up underneath her as Ben leans over and glares right into the face of Sam, eyes narrowed as if he doesn’t believe her while Jamie leans closer, a now awake Anubis also giving Sam the eye.
“What?!?” she demands as she glares at the two right back.
“Right,” begins Ben, “So you are going to win it back are ya?” Jamie snickers as a mew from Anubis punctuates the question.
“Of course I am gonna win it back,” vows Sam. “You heard Mark Ward when he said that I am going to be in that six bombshell match at Summer Xxxtreme. And trust me when I tell y’all that I am not going to let that opportunity go to waste. Besides I tend to rise to the occasion at supercards…”
The scuffling of bags and books breaks Sam out of her reverie. Suddenly a body flings itself into the seat beside Sam as Montgomery Christopher offers her a lopsided grin. “Well if it isn’t the Bombshell champion herself,” he teases.
“You’re right,” replies Sam with an answering grin. “I lost the title this past weekend at Climax Control.”
Monte’s smirk fades slightly as he leans forward to put his arm on the desk in front of him. “Oh damn, sorry to hear that Sam. You ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she replies as she pushes a stray curl behind her ear. “I mean ended up passin’ out from the pain of the hold and the referee called the match and gave Crystal the title, but all in all, I am fine.”
Suddenly a small window opens in the lower right hand corner of Sam’s screen as a tweet from Jamie appears. Reading it quickly as Monte grabs his books, Sam can’t help but giggle at the comment which only gets her a confused look from her study partner.
The class begins to quiet down and the professor starts to speak. Sam’s attention is on him but the flash of another tweet from Jamie Dean provokes another response Sam as she ducks her head and quickly pushes her fist in front of her mouth to stifle the laughter bubbling up there. And so the class goes, the lecture somewhat boring but the occasional tweets from Jamie providing a bit of a distraction. His banana penguin brings a bark of laughter to Sam that she desperately fights to cover up with what she hopes is a believable coughing fit.
After an hour of lecture, the professor lets the class go and begins to pack up. Sam closes the window that she had been typing in and prepares to shut down her laptop when she notices that Monte is looking at her with an unreadable look on his face.
“Is everything all right?” Sam asks as she tucks her notebook into the messenger bag she had set on the desk.
Monte nods slowly as he closes his own books. “I know we are studying the comedies but Shakespeare ain’t that funny,” he says.
“He isn’t,” agrees Sam before pulling up her phone and swiping to open the twitter feed on her phone as she proceeds to show off the tweets that made her laugh. “My friend Jamie was tweeting these things and they were making me laugh. I guess note to self, don’t open twitter when in class.”
“Probably not a great idea,” agrees Monte as he puts his books into a bag by his feet before looking back up at Sam. “So I was thinking,” he continues, “why don’t we get ourselves a coffee and you can tell me all about your friend Jamie. Is he your boyfriend or something?”
Sam gives Monte a look before her eyes widen then her lips part as laughter escapes her. “I ain’t Jamie’s type,” she says with a grin. “You on the other hand would probably cause him some emotion or three.” Monte’s own eyes widen as he realizes what Sam is saying before laughing a bit self-consciously at the thought. “Good to know then if I want an in with you, I could go through your friend,” he flirts.
Sam shoulders her bag and turns to offer a smile to Monte. “Jamie isn’t the only one that you would have to go through,” she says. “There’s also my best mate Ben,” she adds.
“And he’s your boyfriend?” questions Monte.
“Everyone seems to think he is but nah, he and I are good friends and that is it,” Sam replies. “He’s got my back and I have his. But if y’all want to go for that coffee, why don’t we get it right now because I have to head back to get ready to pack for my next match at Climax Control.”
The pair begins to climb the stairs to exit the class room. “You are wrestling this week so soon after losing your title?” asks Monte. “Don’t you like take some time to get over losing?”
Sam shrugs. “You haven’t ever watched wrestling have you?” she asks softly only to be answered by Monte shaking his head negatively. Sam takes a slow breath. “People in the company don’t tend to take the time off if they can get in the ring week in and week out and well, some of the wrestlers and bombshells tend to be booked more often and ever since I began to really put my name out there, I have been booked more and more. Christian says it is because I am good for business or something like that.”
Reaching the door, Monte holds it open for Sam. “If that’s the case, I am going to have to start booking time with you too I guess,” says Monte as Sam walks out of the doorway. He follows her as the door closes blocking the view of the pair.
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Sam Marlowe can be seen, dressed in a pale blue tee and dark denim jeans that are tucked into rather worn cowboy boots. With her hair pulled back into a high cascade of curls down her back, Sam looks relaxed and ready for anything.
The camera seems to follow her as she moves along what appears to be a hallway. She stops and looks up into the lens and begins to speak…
Mercedes Vargas, one woman I respect very much. One woman who actually holds a very dubious distinction and that is that she beat me to end my first title reign as Bombshell Champion. Granted it was very tainted on how she managed to but still, credit where credit is due, Mercedes Vargas is one tough woman that I know might have just won the title on her own. And that brings me to this week and Climax Control one hundred fifty one which will see me going one on one with Mercedes.
I am pretty sure that she will have talked about how she respects me and that I am a strong competitor. And I am pretty sure that she is confident about her chances in this match as well. And I wonder just what it is that she has said about me and the fact that I beat her once more to get back my title only to lose it when we got back Stateside. Because really that is only talk and when push comes to shove, talk is well and good but it is the actions in the ring that speak the loudest.
Climax Control 151 is where I am stepping into the ring on the same level as Mercedes. The two of us are contenders for the title that both of us have worn and at the supercard will have the chance to wear again. I want to tell you Mercedes that I am coming to Laughlin with my head held high and every intention of proving to you that your win for my title was just the result of Crystal’s distraction. I lost focus in Kobe but in Laughlin, you are directly in my sights and I am not going to lose focus on you and beating you for the win. This match isn’t going to be for a title but I am going to consider it as if the title were on the line and I will rise to the occasion and deliver what I believe will be the first victory on my way to my title.
So good luck Mercedes and want you to know, when the bell rings, I will be there to hold my hand out to you in respect for a good match. Just because we are facing each other across the ring doesn’t mean I won’t respect you when all is said and done. This match is business plain and simple.
And my business is to get back the Bombshell Championship…
With those words, Sam turns once more and begins to walk away, the camera following her as the images begins to darken and fade.
