Early morning after Climax Control, a motel door opens to reveal a sleepy Sam Marlowe rubbing her eyes in the faint sunlight. Tucking a rather large carryon bag into the backseat of the green Chevy parked in front of the door, Sam then slides behind the wheel and starts up the car. Driving up to the door of the motel office, she leaves the car running and heads inside the office. Moments later, she reappears once more, and with a paper cup of coffee in one hand climbs back into the car and pulls away.
Once on the highway, Sam reaches across to the car and into a small pocket of her purse resting on the passenger’s seat and pulling out her cell phone. A small sticklike man stood on the dashboard and Sam pushed her phone into it. Her hand falls downward to the radio knobs and sets a low throbbing hum racing through the speakers of the car. Driving on, Sam can’t help but yawn slightly as she rolls her neck and brings the coffee cup to her lips.
A sudden beep from the phone causes Sam to jostle the coffee sending a hot splash against her chest which causes the redhead to curse softly and put the cup down. Leaning forward slightly, she squints to read the notification that had popped up on the screen. The message was from a smark’s site talking about SCW and the wrestlers. Reading it, Sam could see that the newest card for Climax Control had been posted. Pressing her finger against the home button of the phone, she unlocks it and starts to speak.
“Siri, show me Sin City Wrestling website,†calls Sam as she continues to watch the road.
“Sin City Wrestling coming up,†answers the phone before the website is revealed.
“I wonder who I am facing this week,†Sam wonders out loud as she looks around and then pulls the phone from the stickman and thumbs her way to the card. Once she has the card on the screen, she again holsters the phone in the stickman’s hands and leans closer to read. “Oh my holy hell, Crystal Millar?â€
Flopping back into the seat, Sam swerves slightly before correcting her course and mumbling somewhat happily to herself. “I get to face Crystal Millar, facing the champion of the Bombshells. Sadly I didn’t win the Blast from the Past but to still be considered in that rank of bombshell is pretty good feeling,†Sam admits to the empty roadway, a smile breaking over her lips as she sees the sign indicating that Flagstaff is coming up.
Another beep from her phone catches her attention, this time an image of Ben Jordan can be seen with a twitter response. Sam quickly reads it and smiles. “Cookies huh…cookies I can do,†she says as her foot slides down on the accelerator and the engine surges slightly. “But still I have a couple of hours drive yet…You know what I should do…practice my promo skills since Crystal can talk a good game.â€
Alone behind the wheel, Sam takes a moment and pulls one hand off the wheel to fluff her hair slightly then reaches to push the button for her camera on the phone then presses video and begins to record.
This week’s Climax Control and yours truly faces Crystal Millar in the middle of the six sided ring. Can’t you just picture it…Sam Marlowe facing off against the woman that ended her Bombshell championship reign and did exactly what since then? Lost the title…won the title back and when she did, she disappeared. She did the one thing that a champion shouldn’t do. She pads her title reign with non-title matches or doesn’t even show up at the shows.
Crystal, I got to admit that yeah, you are a great wrestler but when it comes to title reigns, you are nothing but a paper champion that is soaking in crocodile tears that leaves your bombshell championship history a spitball on the record books. Whatever have you done to deserve holding that title is being erased by you tarnishing the title by not defending it. Sam pauses for a moment, her bottom lip sucked into her teeth as she thinks about what she had said. With the camera still filming her, she coughs and begins again.
Crystal, once more it is you and me one on one. How long has it been hmmm? I know you are probably thinking that you have this match all sown up and wrapped it in a pretty little bow but I want you to know something. I am someone that learns from every match that I have been in and trust me when I tell you that this week on Climax Control I am not going to have any trouble showing you just why it is that I have the drive to win. I have the desire to prove that you aren’t the only one that can be worthy of that belt you so…so…“Dang it, I haven’t even gotten into the ring with her and already she is getting to me,†mutters Sam as she sees the turn off for Flagstaff. Looking at the clock then the phone that is still recording her, Sam slams a hand against the wheel then merges into the fast lane and speeds off still talking to herself.
Hours later, a now frazzled and flour covered Sam Marlowe can be seen setting a tray of cookies on a cooling rack set on her counter. With a brief sigh, she swipes her arm over her forehead leaving a swath of flour and chocolate. Looking around her she nods with a smile. “Now that I got this finished I can pack up these for Ben’s Nan then I can start getting ready for the match this week,†says Sam as she moves towards the counter where a small box can be seen, a pile of filler paper can be seen erupting from the top of the box. Sam begins to pack in cooled chocolate chip cookies. Suddenly she stops and puts her hands on either side of the box on the counter.
“I have six days to get ready for facing Crystal and I don’t want to get into my head about this match,†says Sam. “I need something to get my mind off it…Wonder if taking these to the post office will…oooo wait.â€
Looking at the box of cookies, Sam’s eyes light up slightly and a half grin curls up her lips. Bringing up a few more cookies, she slides them into the box then reaches for the lid. Putting it on, she brings up the ribbon and ties it up making it a present. Once that is done, she brings it towards the camera filling the view…
The camera view is restored as it pulls back from the dark to reveal a door with a hand reaching for it. The fingers curl into a fist and rap against the door. Pulling back even farther reveals Sam Marlowe wearing a soft linen dress in a rather soft shade of violet with her hair pulled back from her face by a silky scarf that hangs over her shoulder.
Turning away from the door, she checks on the box in her hands. Behind her she can hear the doorknob being turned so quickly turns back and plasters a smile on her face.
“Happy birthday belatedly,†she says with a smile only to have it fade slightly when she sees who has opened the door. “Oh…â€
Ben Jordan smirks at Sam. “Who’d you expect it to be Ginge?†he wonders.
“Well I was hoping it was your Nan…since it was her birthday and I brought her some of my Grammy’s homemade chocolate chip cookies as a gift,†offers Sam.
From in the house, a voice can be heard to call out. “Who is it Ben,†calls Ben’s Nan as she moves to appear in the hallway.
“It’s Ginge from America Nan,†Ben says as he moves out of the way and Sam moves slightly to hold up the box with its pretty wrap. “She comes bearing gifts.â€
“Be nice Ben,†says his Nan as Sam offers a small smirk to the Cockney King. “Come in love,†calls out Nan with a wave. Ben moves out of the way as Sam steps inside and moves towards the elder lady and offers up the box of cookies.
“I remember that you liked my cookies so I brought you some for your birthday. I hope you had a good one,†says Sam as she hands over the box. Nan opens the box and then motions for Ben to come and take them. “Thank you Sam for the cookies. You must give me the recipe,†replies Nan.
Sam shakes her head slowly with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry ma’am, that is a family secret but I will keep you supplied with them anytime you want,†offers Sam.
Nan nods slowly. “So love, how long are you in London for?†she asks.
“I’m here for only a day or two,†answers Sam. “I have to get back Stateside because I have a match this week. But I wanted to take time for me before I had to be getting ready for the match and I wanted to get away from the whole mess at home and figured that I would be better off somewhere no one would expect me to be. So London it was. But my flight is tomorrow night so I think that I am going to have to figure out something to do til then,†says Sam.
“Who are you facing Ginge?†asks Ben as he returns from the kitchen with tea and some of the cookies Sam had brought.
Sam turns with a smile. “Nontitle match against Crystal Millar,†she replies. “Christian is making sure that I don’t get next or near a title shot.â€
“That isn’t right Sam,†offer Nan after taking a bite of a cookie then washing it down with a sip from her tea cup.
“It’s okay, I never expected to be facing the bombshell champion but here it is and well, it is going to be interesting. But I am not here to talk about my match, I am here to talk to you. Ben here was telling me that you knew something about the Kray brothers back in the sixties when he and I watched Legend on the ship last year. I would love to hear about that if you don’t mind…†pleads Sam as she moves to lean towards Ben’s Nan. The scene fades on Nan beginning to speak of East End London in the sixties with Sam listening intently.
Sam Marlowe is seen standing in the backstage area where workers can be seen setting up for the upcoming Climax Control. Sam is dressed in a pair of dark capris with a white tee that is splashed with a tiedyed pattern around the midsection. She begins to walk along the hall and talks to a cameraman who is filming the redhead as he backs away from her.
“Crystal Millar, I want to talk to the Bombshell champion and my opponent this week on Climax Control. I would be crazy to admit that I am going to be a bit starstruck because it has been a while and you have been rather distance like some kind of star that only decides to grace us small people every so often. But I want you to know that regardless of how much you think you have everything under control this week, you really don’t,†offers Sam.
She brushes back a pair of curls that have teased themselves over her forehead. “I want you to know Crystal that as much as I have been on the bottom and how much I have lost in the recent past, I am giving myself the opportunity to step up and once more put myself in the spotlight. You would probably say that I don’t deserve it but that is where you would be wrong Crystal. I more than deserve the spotlight. I have fought my way through this company and I have made history doing it. And now I am this close to being able to challenge the top talent in this company. But according to Christian that isn’t now. But don’t you think that if I step up and beat you this week, maybe just maybe he is going to have to reconsider just how much he wants to hold me back for your sake.â€
“I only need three seconds to pin your shoulders to the mat and this week, I am highly motivated to take those three seconds and prove that I am someone that everyone in the bombshell division needs to be taking seriously. But I will give you a typical Sam comment before I go,†teases Sam.
“Good luck Crystal, you are going to need it.â€
With that, Sam stops then with a smile, turns and walks away leaving the cameraman to film her disappearing.
