Edge night club, Sparks Nevada
After Climax Control
Outside of the venue where Climax Control had just happened, Pussy Willow walks along the pavement towards the parking lot where a crowd of people can be seen, some wearing #BenDeservesbetter tees and other in various bombshell and superstar tees. In the center of the group, a familiar redhead is smiling as she signs each item that is thrust in front of her. Pussy moves closer, fighting the tide of humanity to approach Sam Marlowe who is dressed in comfortable jeans, boots and a light hoodie over a tight white and silver tee.
The Bombshell Roulette champion catches Pussy’s approach and turns towards her friend as more people crowd closer. Still signing she calls out to her friend. “Hey Pussy, I’ll be right there so wait for me please. Hey guys,” she says to the fans surrounding her, “I really gotta go but I’ll see you next time.”
A low roar of disappointment can be heard as Sam moves out of the crowd. Stopping in front of Pussy, she holds up a finger and then turns to the fans and offers them a smile and a salute which leads to a cheer that washes over her while she turns and putting an arm over the shoulder of Pussy, she leads her towards the venue again then the pair disappear around the corner. Pussy looks at her friend and raises a manicured eyebrow as a corner of her mouth quirks in a slight sneer as the pair reaches a beat up green chevy.
“Ok Samantha Marlowe, you need to explain yourself to me and right now,” says Pussy with a serious look on her face which has Sam giggling as she leans against the fender of the car after tossing her belt into the driver’s seat.
“Whatever could you be talking about?” asks Sam as she fights to put a serious look on her face. Pussy doesn’t appreciate the teasing tone and crosses her arms over her chest and glares at Sam who holds up her hands in a surrendering pose. “Oh you probably want to know why I did what I did tonight…well, reason that I decided that I am done with the backstage drama and really, the only reason that I am still wrestling is that I love the fans and how they support me and without them, I really would have hung them up.”
“Are you saying you are only back for the fans?” demands Pussy as she joins Sam leaning against the car. “I would have thought that your friends backstage would be a contributing factor to coming back. Are you saying that wasn’t a factor? What about your friendship with Ben Jordan or Jamie Dean?”
Sam’s head hangs slightly before she lifts it and turns to look over the now empty parking lot. “I would be lying that they weren’t a factor but I can’t handle the drama of what Ben is going through because that is just too much for me at this time in my life. And so, rather than play up to the drama, I am watching it unfold from where all my fans are seeing it. And that means that I don’t have any distractions anymore.”
“Speaking of drama, did you see what Jessie Salco said about Ben tonight? I am surprised that she was able to get away with what she said, weren’t you?” asks Pussy with a sly sidelook at Sam who lets a dark look pass over her face as her arms come up and cross over her chest.
“Y’all know that I know Ben can defend himself so I ain’t worried but I do have to say she was pretty darn lucky I decided to sit with the fans and not be backstage or there would be some furniture movin’ up in that place like my Daddy says,” responds Sam before she turns to rest against the fender with one hip. “So, Jessie thinks she is the big bad does she? With an attitude like that, the fans turn on you in an instant. Which is probably for the best in her opinion. But I ain’t Jessie nor do I think I want to be Jessie so let’s just stop talking about her and move on huh?”
Trying to change the subject, Sam stands and dusts off the rear of her jeans as she moves to the door of the car and gives Pussy a smile and silent request for her to move. Pussy slowly pushes off the car and nods slowly. “Okay Sam but let me tell you, you are going to owe me big time for making me come out into the crowd to do that interview earlier.”
“You got it Pussy, from now on, I won’t make you come to me for an interview, I’ll come to you…” offers Sam as she yanks at the door handle and pulls open the door before picking up her belt and laying it in in the passenger’s seat. Sliding inside, she arches in the driver’s seat only long enough to pull a set of keys out of her jeans pocket. Slipping the car’s key into the ignition, she twists it slightly before pressing the power window and opening it.
Pussy stands back and Sam pulls the door closed only to have Pussy lean in the window and begin to speak again. “You better believe it Sammi. Besides, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come see me midweek once the card for next week is announced and if you are on it, you can give me the four one one.”
Sam nods as she revs the engine once. Pussy pulls back only to have Sam lean an arm on the window. “You need a ride Pussy? I am headed back to Vegas for my class tomorrow and then I am going to be grabbing about eighteen hours of sleep. So I’ll say g’night now and talk to you Wednesday.”
Shaking her head, Pussy lets Sam know she doesn’t need the ride as the redhead nods and puts the car into drive. Pulling out of the parking lot, the lights of Sam’s Chevy disappear around a corner leaving Pussy to walk to her own vehicle and climb inside. Pussy leaves the parking lot herself as the scene fades out.
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Later in the week
A lone figure is framed by the light of windows that do nothing to filter the brightness of the sun. Backlit, Sam Marlowe has one denim clad leg over the chair of the desk in front of her and lounges in the seat right by the windows. On her lap is her Ipad, soft music emitting from the speaker resting on the desk as she hums along to Carrie Underwood’s Champion. A thoughtful look passes over Sam’s face as she drops all pretense of studying and then straightens before slipping the Ipad on its side and pushes the soft red curls that are brushing her cheeks behind her ear. Leaving the song playing, she presses record on the Ipad and begins to speak.
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I guess I can talk about what is going to be happening this coming Sunday at Climax Control in Reno. I got the card and I saw that this week I am facing someone that I have faced and beat time and again and I am sure that she is going to be bringing the hellfire and fury after what happened last week in Sparks.
Sam gives the camera a quick look before she tilts her head back and closes her eyes.
Don’t get me wrong, she had every right to say what she did after all we do have the Constitution and the right to Freedom of speech. But where Jessie was wrong was trying to say that she deserved better than anyone in the company. What exactly does she deserve one has to ask because she has asked for shot after shot and what has that earned her? Well, it has earned her a couple of things if I am honest.
The eyes of Sam open and she turns to the camera once more with a bit of a sad smile.
If you ask me she has earned the following…
Sam holds up her hand as her head tilts towards the fingers as she pulls in her pinkie.
One…she has earned a reputation for tenacity. I mean how many people have done what she has, constantly saying that she has to be given title shot after title shot? Other than Crystal Hilton but that is a different story. I mean come on Jessie, even I have to admit you have worn out your welcome with that broken record. And sadly, the bosses have given you the ability to demand shot after shot. I have to applaud you Jessie, you have made a career of crying for a title shot when we all have seen what you do with it. And that is lose. How many times have you demanded you get the title shot and how many of those resulted in a win. Bravo on the tenacity but maybe what you need to do it give it up.
Sam looks disappointed as she pulls down a second finger.
Secondly, she has made herself a contender for the grandslam. You have to applaud her for that and I do, I think you have done what you have set out to do and with only the Bombshell championship escaping your grasp, I am sure that someday soon, you will see your name up there in the lights of the grandslam too. But to do that, you need to win the Bombshell championship…something I have to say I have done…within my rookie year…by beating Mikah to break her streak. So I guess that means that I have done a little better than you when it comes to that title huh? But like I said, I am sure that one day you will be able to win it Jessie. And guess what, when I lost that title did I whine and cry for a rematch? Nah, I did what I had to do, earn my way back. And I am sure that when I have proven myself once more, I will get the shot at the Bombshell title that I am owed.
Sam once more offers a sad smile at the camera. As she does, another finger drops.
Now for number three, she came this close to a title shot against me for my Bombshell Roulette title and then she went and stepped all over Ben’s hashtag campaign and went all alt-right on Parand Ara. So Mr. Underwood and Mr. Ward took away her title shot making her match against me a non title bout. That isn’t what I was looking for after all, I did make that open challenge and I did say that anyone who wanted the shot could get the shot as far as I am concerned. So Jessie, you may think that you are being punished by the bosses and maybe they are but this week on Climax Control, when you step in the ring with me, you are going to receive what amounts to a title shot because that is how I am treating all my matches now…as title shots.
Sam starts to get serious as she pulls herself up, sets her hands on the desk and steeples her fingers to lay them gently against her lips as she pauses before continuing.
I am not the same Sam anymore Jessie. I ain’t going to sit here and offer sunshine and rainbows, hellfire, I ain’t even going to dignify you with applause and a sweet ‘good luck’ before our match. See, I’m all about doing what is right and doing anything the fans can get behind. I ain’t coming from the back and I ain’t about causing the same drama as all the other bombshells in this company. I’m straight as an arrow and am coming straight at you with a fight you aren’t going to be able to take. If you think that you are going to earn your umpteenth shot by beating me, y’all got another thing coming.
Sam looks to the side as if a sound has distracted her for only a moment. She watches the door expecting someone to walk in but it is only the sound of footsteps that approach then disappear again.
This week on Climax Control, you have to face a woman that has beaten so many of the bombshells backstage and believe it or not, have beaten you how many times now…three…four? I think sadly I have lost count. I mean I could go and remind myself but that is the past and I live in the here and now which means Sunday night in Reno I am going to add to that number and will once more consign you to my past. Although I am sure that somehow, some way you will turn that loss y’all are going to suffer into another title shot demand.
Tell you what Jessie, as much as you seem to think that your destiny is to grandslam, there are dreams and then there are pipedreams. I have achieved my dream of wrestling in Sin City Wrestling. I have achieved the dream of winning a title in SCW a couple of times now. And I am a firm believer in dreams which is what is making me sad about Sunday night.
Sam pauses and takes a bracing breath before addressing the camera once more.
Sunday night at Climax Control I am going to have to do something that I don’t really want to but I can’t not do it. At Climax Control, I am going to have to kill your dream Jessie. I am going to have to beat you once more and once more I am going to knock you down and pin you to the mat for the three. No ifs, ands or buts. So when you are looking up at the ringlights I want you to remember there was three reasons for your loss.
You can’t expect me to let the fans down, now can you? I am the Bombshell Roulette champion and NO ONE is ever going to be allowed to forget that.
And if I am honest, a small part of me is going to take the opportunity to educate you why the hashtag BenDeservesBetter is a movement that didn’t deserve to have you trash it. Ben is a friend and you don’t use my friends as stepping stones on your quest to make you significant.
Sam smiles which doesn’t reach her eyes.
Jessie, you are the one that started this and trust me when I say that Sunday, I am going to end it and your dream of using me as a stepping stone as well will be shattered. So, bring your A B and C games, you are going to need them all to even think of stepping in the ring with me. Like my Daddy says, there ain’t anyone like a Marlowe when it comes to gettin’ the job done.
Sam reaches for the Ipad and pulls it closer then speaks ever so softly but with an intensity not seen before from the redhead.
This is where I wish you luck Jessie Salco, y’all are goin’ to need it Sunday.
Sam presses stop on the Ipad as the door to the room is slammed open and a bunch of students walk in. Sam quickly uploads the video then closes the Ipad as she is surrounded by students preparing for the class. Tucking the Ipad in her bag, Sam pulls out her book of sonnets, tucking her curls behind her ear but letting the hair on the other side of her head hide her from the others, thoughts of the coming Climax Control still showing on her face.
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