Author Topic: The Return of Sam Marlowe (Read 620 times)

Sam Marlowe · « **on:** August 10, 2018, 11:49:27 PM »

The return that no one saw coming, well almost no one saw it. After the injury sustained by Sam Marlowe when she lost the Bombshell roulette title, the newsmakers, smarks and all other forms of media were reporting that her career was over and that she was gone, career over by 25. 

That was then, and back then, even Sam thought it was over. She was spending her time just sitting around reading Shakespeare and feeling sorry for herself. And if you asked her, she would have told you it was over…or would have if she hadn’t gotten that one visitor that forced herself to look at what was going on and made her realize that she needed to come back to SCW. 

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A redhead rested on a rather worn sofa in the middle of a large open room. Her red hair covers the soft neck brace that keeps her neck stiff. One hand rests on the woman’s forehead while the elbow lay on the back of the sofa. Dressed in a pair of sweats and a soft tee, Sam Marlowe’s attention is not on the book in her lap but rather focused blindly on the wall where a shelf can be seen, a bombshell title and a bombshell roulette title are set together. To the side, a poster can be seen, Into the Void seven with an image of Sam herself with the Bombshell Roulette title. A soft sigh escapes from her as she once more looks down to the book in her lap. Suddenly, the ring of her doorbell catches her attention and she turns to the door. A second ring has her standing and moving slowly towards the door. 

Sam Marlowe: I am coming…hang on!

Sam makes her way to the door to glimpse through the spyhole. The person on the other side of the door brings a smile to the lips of Sam as she unlocks the door and pulls it open. 

Sam Marlowe: Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. How have you been?

The door widens to reveal a rather familiar face. Sam moves back to allow the person to enter the house. The person turns back and with a grin while pushing a pair of silvered aviators up to pull two toned hair back from the face of one Hall of Famer, Vixen Staggs who is dressed in a rather casual jersey mini dress and a pair of doc martins. Sam shuts the door behind the pair and moves towards the living room again and flops back on the sofa with a grimace. Vixen follows more slowly as she begins to speak. 

Vixen Staggs: So when does physio start?

Sam shoots Vixen a look as the other woman sits on a wingback chair across from Sam. 

Sam Marlowe: I don’t know what you are talking about Vix. Doctor says I probably will to have to hang them up. After an injury like this, he is convinced that I won’t be able to get back into the ring. So I am ready to you know, be full time student and not a bombshell anymore.

The words sounded strange coming from Sam and both Vixen and Sam heard the pain in the comment. Vixen lets one eyebrow float upward in surprise but begins to shake her head.

Vixen Staggs: If you think that I believe that Sam, I got a bridge you might be interested in. If I know you and I think I do, there is nothing you want more than to get into that ring and that is what we are going to help you do. Let’s go.

Vixen stands and moves towards Sam. 

Sam Marlowe: Go? Go where? 

Vixen holds out her hand and waits for Sam to take it before pulling her up to a standing position. Sam looks confused as she slowly rises with her hand in Vixen’s. 

Vixen Staggs: We are taking you to the gym and I have a friend that I want to introduce you to. We’ll call him to meet us at the Dungeon. So you go grab some workout clothes and come with me. I am not taking no for an answer.

The Hall of famer pushes Sam towards her stairs then points as the redhead slowly climbs the stairs and disappears upstairs. From her room where she is grabbing a pair of dark tights and a half tee that she slides into a bag, she calls down to Vixen who is tapping her boot against the ceramic of the entry way of Sam’s house. Sam moves down the stairs and joins Vixen. 

Sam Marlowe: You know, the doctor was quite clear about this Vix. He’s sure that I am done. 

Vixen Staggs: You have heard of a second opinion haven’t you?

With that, Vixen pushes her out of the house and towards the beat up car in the drive. Hours later, Sam and Vixen are at the Staggs Dungeon where the pair are joined by a man with a high and tight which indicates that he is military. Vixen snaps off a smirking salute before enfolding the man in a hug. Sam hangs back, her hand rubbing at her neck self-consciously as she looks anywhere but the pair of people who turn towards her talking in French. The only words Sam understood was her name and that was it. 

Vixen Staggs: Guertin, I want you to meet Sam Marlowe. She is a friend of mine and one of my students. She was dropped on her head and I suspect she got a stinger so do you think you might give her a once over?

Sam smiled sheepishly as she held out her hand. 

Sam Marlowe: Only thing I caught was my name. Nice to meet y’all. 

The falling back into the soft drawl of Texas was something that brought a smile to the friend of Vixen. 

Vixen Staggs: Careful Sammi, Guertin here has a thing for southern accents. Sam, want you to meet Guertin, he and I were in the same unit in the military up in Canada. Once he got out, he studied sports medicine and physiotherapy. I think that he might be someone that can help you get back in the ring. He’s gonna give you the once over and between the two of us, I think we can do wonders.

Sam looks doubtfully at the pair who only smile and move her towards the benches near the ring and Guertin begins to do an assessment of Sam as he pokes and prods the redhead. Keeping his touch gentle, he manages to take some notes then moves off for a moment leaving Sam and Vixen to chat. 

Sam Marlowe: Even if he says he can’t help me, at least you tried Vix and thanks for that. And if he manages to get me ready to get back in the ring, I am going to need a lot of work so are you going to have time to give me as well? 

Guertin moves back to join the women and hands to Sam some notes and moves towards some equipment near a mirror. Turning back he motions for Sam to come closer. As she does, he begins to speak in a soft voice with a slight French accent as the image of the pair of them in the mirror fades with him beginning to rotate her head gently. 

Flashback over, we are back with a sore Sam Marlowe, her hair plastered to her forehead and neck dressed in leotard and wrestling tights at the Staggs Dungeon. In one hand is a rather large bag of ice that she gently lays on the crook of her neck where it meets her shoulder. She sits in front of the mirror, her head hanging down before a cough catches her attention and a bottle of water is dangled in front of her face. Reaching for it, she smiles and leaving the ice bag on her shoulder, she opens the bottle to take a long sip from it.

Sam Marlowe: Thanks, I needed that! 

A soft chuckle from Vixen Staggs who has her own bottle of water. Straddling the bench beside Sam, Vixen gives her a look and raises an eyebrow in an inquiring way.

Vixen Staggs: So what did they say?

Sam Marlowe: They said that the tests went well. Then they gave me this piece of paper… 

Sam reaches towards the bag at her feet and pulls a paper from it to hand to Vixen. Reaching over and taking the paper, Vixen looks down as her hands work it open. Scanning the paper, she quickly looks up at Sam who lets a quirk of her lips spread into a smile. 

Vixen Staggs: Bravo, you’re cleared to wrestle again? That is merveilleux!! Now when are you going to let the bosses know?

Sam Marlowe: They already know. I kinda made the announcement at last Sunday’s Climax Control and well this week I am in a match for this Sunday’s Climax Control against Portia Alexander. 

Vixen nods slowly as she crosses her arms over her chest with one hand moving to rub against her chin thoughtfully. 

Vixen Staggs: Interesting…I have been hearing stories about this Portia person. But I think you are ready for this so I want you to kick butt and take names like you did before. Only this time I will be watching!

Vixen wags a finger at Sam who pretends to be fearful as she holds up her hands which sends the bag of ice sliding from her shoulder. The two women both reach for it causing some laughter as Sam leans back against the mirror to lay it once more on her neck. The scene fades out with the pair discussing strategy for what will be coming at Climax Control. 

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Standing in the middle of the ring with all the technicians building the sets and setting up for Climax Control around her, Sam paces slowly, one hand clutching the top rope lightly. Closing her eyes, she allows the cable to drag across the skin of her palm as she refamiliarizes herself to the sensation. Stopping suddenly as if she can feel someone watching her, she turns to find a cameraman silently filming her. She offers him a smile as she turns to rest her arms in their satin jacket sleeves on the top rope then motions that she has something to say. She looks relaxed in a pair of daisy dukes, sneakers and a white cotton picot trimmed blouse under a retro fifties satin jacket 

Sam Marlowe: I suppose I should be saying something and usually it is light and fun and fan centric however, I have to be honest with you. This almost didn’t happen and thinking about it now I have to admit that there were a couple of reasons that I worked my butt off to get back into ring shape this quickly. 

Sam licks her lips as she pauses, emotions choking her up for all of a minute before she talks again. 

Sam Marlowe: The first is the fact that I love this sport. I love the thrill of testing myself against some of the best in the business one on one or sometimes two on one or sometimes everyone for themselves. And I know that I have been at the bottom of the company and I have been at the top but between you and me, there is so much more I want to do with my career and this Sunday I start at Climax Control when I face Portia Alexander. 

Sam Marlowe: Speaking of Portia Alexander, I am pretty sure that she is preparing for me in any way she can and that is a good thing. I don’t want my first match back to be a gimme, I want it to be something that is going to test me and prove that all the hard work I have put in to make my in ring return was worth it. 

Sam stops as she straightens then puts her hands into the pockets of her jacket. 

Sam Marlowe: And the second reason was my contract and the fact that I just couldn’t sit back and let it lapse with me sitting there doing nothing. I have a very strong work ethic that my Daddy instilled in me and I will be danged if I was going to go out that way. I guess the saying is that the only way I would be leaving is with my boots on. 

Sam Marlowe: And finally the real reason I returned was for the fans. They supported me when I was on top and when I was lower that low. And if they can give me their support like that, hellfire, I am gonna give them one hundred and fifty percent of Sam Marlowe. They deserve that. So… 

Sam stops to take a slow breath that she lets escape her lips then addresses the camera once more. 

Sam Marlowe: I have to tell you Portia that I’m sorry. I am sorry you are my first opponent and that I am going to be coming for the win this week on Climax Control. I mean I could take it easy, be careful and just slide though but I know somehow you won’t be letting me do that now will ya? I would not expect any less from anyone that signed an SCW contract. So in that ring, bring your best Portia because I am bringing mine. And good luck. I know what it is like when you have a match with a name that has some significance but don’t hold back. Just because I am a two time former Bombshell champion and a two time former Bombshell Roulette champion doesn’t mean you don’t have a chance. Like Daddy says, the sun will shine on a dog’s rear sometimes. But I’m confident that this week on Climax Control we are going to make our match one for the fans for sure. I’ll see y’all in the ring on Sunday.

 With that, Sam pushes away from the ropes and slides between them to jump onto the floor and begin to walk away with the camera following her until she disappears behind the half hung curtain into the backstage area.