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Sin City’s sweetheart?
Backstage at Climax Control in Nagasaki Japan, a rather rotund reporter sits in a small room where there is not much more than a table, a pair of chairs and a bottle of water that is sitting open. He reaches for it and takes a rather large gulp as he checks on his notes. Beside his papers, a rather vintage recorder is seen, the cassette bay open waiting patiently for him to insert the cassette. He is dressed rather rattily in a pair of polyester pants with a stained shirt under a blazer, his press pass covering a nasty teriyaki stain and dirty tennis shoes. The only thing about him to even redeem his look is the soft halo of almost childish curls that covers most of his head.
With his attention on the papers, he doesn’t hear the door open nor does he notice the bombshell champion who walks into the room dressed in a pair of ripped jeans that mold to her legs like a second skin and a knotted tee that accentuates her figure. Sam moves further into the room and when she notices that the report still hasn’t noted she is there, she coughs then smiles as his head turns to take her in.
“Hey there,” she says with her hand out to shake as she moves closer to the rapidly rising man. “Don’t get up. I’m Sam Marlowe and you are…”
Slipping back down onto the folding chair where he had been sitting, the reporter wraps Sam’s small hand in his rather large one after rubbing it down his jacket to clean it off. “The name’s Dover…Ben Dover,” he says with a half smirk as he spies Sam trying to hold back the laughter he can see she is fighting. “Go ahead, we both know you want to.”
Once he had given her permission, Sam almost doubles over with laughter. “I’m sorry but it is just too funny having a name like that. I mean here in Sin City wrestling we have Justin Decent and that makes me laugh too,” she admits as she wipes at the tears in her eyes before moving to the chair opposite Ben Dover. “I can’t believe that they want me to be the cover story for the magazine,” she adds as she straddles the chair.
Setting the Bombshell title on the table between them, she keeps one hand on it as she leans towards the reporter who grabs a tape and slides it into the cassette player then slams the lid down and slides his fingers down to press record.
“I guess the first question has to be how you are feeling after successfully defending that title belt there?” he says into the microphone that is wired to the recorder. Leaning forward, he sticks the microphone right under the nose of Sam who instinctively pulls back slightly. He waves the microphone right in her face.
“I feel on top of the world actually. I mean everyone wasn’t expecting me to beat Mikah to win the title and then I don’t think they thought I would be able to defeat Mel in the match at the super card. I guess I proved that I wanted it enough to do what needed to be done. And now here I am in Japan where I made my debut and it is as the Bombshell champion,” says Sam. “I mean I figure I am going to have to defend this title here and if you ask me I will probably have other tough matches before I do defend it. But I want everyone to know that I consider every match I am in a title match because that is how important I make this title to me and all the other Bombshells as well.”
“But you don’t defend the title every time you step in the ring Sam,” Ben offers. “So why put in the effort if you don’t need to?”
Sam thinks about it for a second, her hand tracing the lettering on the belt as she answers. “I put in the effort because I am a champion. If I didn’t give it all I had when I am in the ring then what value am I to this belt or this company? I know there are women in this company that thought they were the reason the belt was so prestigious. And maybe they thought that because they made the title that they were unstoppable. Like Mikah who held the title in a death grip but still talked like it was her that made the title and not the other way around. And when you start thinking that way then you set yourself up for a loss. Me on the other hand, I have a healthy respect for all the bombshells as well as the title belt itself. I know the work you need to put in to defend it and I know the work needed to be the bombshell champion and represent the company well. And I will continue to wrestle as if I were defending this title.”
The report nods as he consults his notes then once more speaks into the microphone. “It says here that you are considered the biggest face of the bombshell division in SCW. Do you think that makes you a target for all the other bombshells who don’t seem to have a problem being bitches?”
“If I am a target for those bombshells then it is because I hold the championship. Most of the bombshells have their own agendas that seem to be putting others down and that means the more I really want to stand up to that kind of behavior and remind the other bombshells that it pays to be nice rather than bitter. Take Crystal Millar, everyone is on her case about how she treated Despayre and she crumbled under the abuse,” says Sam as she puts her elbow on the table and rests her chin on her hand. “I could say that I am nothing more than the best in the business today because I hold the belt and that would just be the flame to a powder keg.“
“I don’t think that you have a problem with that,” says Dover as he consults his notes again. “I have been watching twitter and it seems for the most part you are just a bystander to the drama.”
“I totally agree with you there,” agrees Sam with a smile. “And that means that no one sees me coming when they face me and that is to my advantage.”
“So being a wet blanket on twitter helps you?”
Sam can’t help but giggle at the comment. “Wet blanket, hmmm that is an interesting analogy. But in all seriousness, I am someone that will always seem to be the underdog in my matches.”
“Changing the subject Sam,” states Ben as Sam continues to give him her full attention. “You seem to be the quote unquote ‘sweetheart of Sin City Wrestling’ despite your having been for the most part ignored by all the other bombshells. Do you think that you will keep that moniker now that you are the champion and in the spotlight?”
“I guess what you are trying to get at is will I ever turn into a bee with an itch…”
Dover holds up a hand to interrupt Sam. “A bee with an itch, what the hell is that?”
Sam looks directly at the reporter and with a glance around the room, leans forward more and whispers ‘bitch’ while holding her hand over the microphone. When she sees that Dover has gotten the jist of what she had said, she continues.
“Like I was saying, I will not ever consider being anything but myself and I happen to believe that when you are a good person, your karma is good. And if that makes me a sweetheart then that is what I am going to continue to be.”
The reporter again looks at his notes. “It says here that at Into the Void, you are going to be facing Crystal Millar for the belt. Are you ready for that match?” he asks.
Sam’s smile widens as she lets the hand resting on the title curl around it slightly as if drawing energy from it. “I know most people would say that Crystal rode the coattails of Despayre to win that tournament to get the title shot but if you remember at the supercard, she was the one that picked up the win on Lucy Seraphina so I am not going to take her lightly but then again she hasn’t faced me as the champion either so it will be interesting to say the least. And I am sure that the match will be one of the matches of the night at the card.”
“And do you think that you will be defending the belt before the supercard in Tokyo?”
“I am sure that Mark Ward and Christian Underwood will have me defending my title one of these shows. And when I do, I am going to be the one that will be walking into that match with all the confidence of the champion. And I am going to use that confidence to do what it takes to retain my title. So whoever will have to face me, I apologize now at how hard I am going to be coming at you in that match. This title has been my dream ever since coming to SCW and the chance to keep proving that I deserve it is the goal each and every match.”
Before the reporter can ask another question, a backstage tech peeks around the door and motions at Sam to join him. Getting slowly to her feet, she smiles at Ben Dover before pointing towards the tech. “Sorry I have to go but why don’t you leave me your questions and I will fill in my answers and send them to you?” offers Sam with a look of apology. Moving towards the door, she stops right before leaving and lays her belt over her shoulder. The last glimpse that Ben has of the Bombshell champion is Sam running her hands through the loose curls by her temples before stepping out of view.
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Second title defense…versus Mercedes Vargas
Sam Marlowe moves through the small Japanese apartment she had rented in Tokyo for the Japanese tour. Piled on the table to her right is a small pile of books with an open one resting on top. The spines of the books reveal that they are Shakespeare. Beside the books is an open laptop, the word document open to reveal words on the page. In one of her hands is a small sack that she rests on the table as she begins to shrug herself out of the soft leather jacket that covers her tee shirt and jean skirt. Her bare feet move across the floor, her shoes in her other hand. With the jacket barely over her arms, she sets them down and once she is sitting down, she reaches into the bag and pulls out food containers.
She stops with one container in midair as the sound of her laptop catches her attention. Looking at the laptop then her food and back to the laptop, she touches the screen which opens to reveal Pussy Willow in the small window.
“Hey Sam, I got your match for this coming week in Kobe if you are interested,” says Ms Willow with a smirk. “And you will never believe who you are defending your title against in the main event.”
Sam sets down the food container and gives Pussy her full attention at the mention of a title match. “Who am I facing?”
Pussy leans towards the screen and smirks. “You are defending against Mercedes Vargas.”
Sam stops for a moment to let the name sink in. “Mercedes Vargas…is this her cashing in her Queen for a day title shot?” asks a concerned Sam.
“Maybe…or maybe it is just Christian and Mark Ward trying to get you a tune up match for the supercard. After all, Mercedes is a former champion for most of the bombshell titles. She will give you a challenge for sure,” says Pussy with a look of desire on her face. “And you know Sam, it has been quite a while since you gave me an interview for any of your matches. So what do you say…Skype a promo interview with me?”
Sam thinks about it, looking at her food then at the screen. Getting to her feet, she grabs all the food and moves to the small kitchen and puts it away then comes back to the laptop and reaches for the title belt on her way. Sitting back down, she shoulders the belt and looks directly into the screen.
“Okay Pussy, I am ready when you are but instead of just doing the interview, why don’t we go live?” offers Sam as she pulls up her facebook and then clicks on the app to go live.
Okay I am live here with Pussy on Skype and I want to talk to you about the match coming up in Kobe for Climax Control. Pussy told me that I will be facing Mercedes Vargas and I have to tell you that I am looking forward to it. I mean this is going to be one hell of a match considering it is only my second title defense.
To say that I am ready for this match would be to say that I am over confident but actually I am not too worried about the title defense because when it comes down to it, there is nothing that I can do to challenge fate and if that is to lose my title to Mercedes then so be it.
From the screen, Pussy can be heard to sputter and is about to argue when Sam starts to speak again.
I am kidding with you and the fans Pussy. There is no way I am going to let Mercedes Vargas win this title. Ever since winning it I have wanted to keep proving I deserve it and when I step in the ring in Kobe, she is going to be the next example of why I pull out my best when I face strong challenges to the Bombshell title.
I mean I have to fight against the odds even though I know that I am as good as anyone here in the company. Hell if it wasn’t for the challenges that I face day in and day out from people like Mercedes and Crystal and Mikah, I wouldn’t have gone anywhere in this division.
I am someone that needs the challenge to rise to. And trust me every match I walk into is a challenge. I fight those matches as if the title was on the line. But it just so happens, it is on the line which is going to mean that I have my work cut out for me. Y’all can’t imagine what could be going through my mind right now.
To let you know, the fact that I have been preparing all week for this match is going through my mind. I have hit the gym and I have dealt with getting my time focused on the match to make sure that I am in the best shape for this defense.
Sam looks confident as she rubs the title on her shoulder.
Mercedes, I am ready to make sure that I will be walking into the supercard Into the Void with the belt still firmly around my waist. And what that is going to mean is that I HAVE to beat you this week in Kobe. And I have put that pressure on myself to perform to the best of my abilities. And it is all for this title that I am holding.
This is my title and there isn’t a chance that I am going to let you get the better of me this week. So good luck Mercedes, we are both going to be needing it. But with the way I am feeling about this match, you will need it more. And with that being said, this is your Bombshell champion signing off…
Sam reaches over and presses stop on the laptop to end the live feed. From her window, Pussy can be seen shaking her head. Sam looks at the interviewer with a curious look on her face.
“What?” asks Sam as she holds her hands up questioningly which only makes Pussy laugh Sam rolls her eyes as she gets to her feet and disappears into the kitchen to grab her food once more.
Pussy calls out that she will be heading to Sam’s later for a better interview and clicks her window closed sending the laptop to the screen saver. Sam returns just as Pussy left her last message with a plate of sushi and a pair of chopsticks. Setting the plate down, Sam grabs the open play by Shakespeare and begins to read again, occasionally reaching for a piece of sushi as the scene fades out.
