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Scene One: Scream in the Storm
Song of the Moment: Talking to myself – Linkin Park
“Let’s see what has come of me putting it out there that I have an open challenge for the bombshell roulette championship,” calls out a voice as a red head leans back to slide into a large overstuffed chair, her legs dangling over the arm of it in a pair of knee high socks. Dressed in a pair of denim shorts with a torn sweat shirt with Stitch on it, Sam Marlowe looks relaxed and happy. At eyelevel, an Iphone X is lit up with a twitter feed that Sam swipes through, her smile fading somewhat as each post scrolls by without so much as a mention. Sighing she lets the phone fall as she gnaws gently on her lower lip.
Colton Myers walks into the room with a bowl of popcorn and a pair of beer. Seeing Sam chewing her bottom lip, he sets the warm bowl of buttery goodness on her chest and then sits himself down on the matching overstuffed chair, the act of which sends a game controller sliding to the floor. “I know that face Sami, what’s wrong?” asks Colton.
Sam doesn’t answer right away as she fights to sit up and pulls her phone from under the bowl of popcorn. Setting the bowl on the table between the pair, she sighs once more then shows the phone to Colton.
“This is what is wrong,” she states in a huff as she waves the phone in Colton’s direction. “I would have thought that after what I said at Climax Control that I would have at least prompted a reaction out of someone…anyone in SCW. But obviously I am in no way shape or form even noticed anymore,” Sam adds dejectedly as she pulls the phone back and slumps in the chair.
“That ain’t true,” replies Colton who twists off the cap of one of the beer and holds it out to Sam who reaches out and grabs it to bring it to her lips. “Hell, you are the Bombshell Roulette champion and didn’t you tell me that you are like the most famous of those?”
Sam chuckles with a roll of her eyes. “Yeah, most famous according to whom? Mercedes keeps spouting facts and I have to admit, I do get proud hearing her giving ‘em but that only lasts until I disappear once more from the radar. It is frustrating.”
Colton can see how much this is bringing Sam down and nods slowly. Leaning up, he yanks the phone out of her hand which makes her protest. He looks it over, then with a flick of a finger shuts down the Twitter app and then powers down the phone.
“Give me that!” exclaims Sam. “I have to…”
“You have to do nothing Sami,” Colton retorts. “Like you said, you are ignored and aren’t even noticed so use that. If you get a reaction, that means they see you coming and you know that ain’t the best offense darlin’ and right now, you are flying under the radar and you have the advantage don’t you?”
Sam thinks a moment as she narrows her eyes at Colton who offers her a lopsided grin. “Besides, only people you really need to worry about is me and you. Me because I am going to beat you with this video game and you because you have a title match to get ready for,” says Colton. “So who is it against this week anyways?”
“Actually it is against my friend Amy,” offers Sam. “Marshall..my friend Amy Marshall,” adds Sam at Colton’s quizzical look. “We are actually main eventing the show for my title. And I am sure that Amy won’t be holding back even though we are friends. But that I what I like about Amy, she is all fight and no regrets. I have to say that I am looking forward to the match.”
Colton brings his open beer to his lips and takes a long swig of it. Pulling it away, he motions towards Sam with the neck of the bottle. “So then what is the worry about whether or not anyone is paying attention to you Sami. I am sure that they are watching and besides, this will give you time to prep for facing her. What kind of wrestler is she anyways?”
Sam ponders that question as her hand hovers over the popcorn for the moment. “I guess I would have to say that she is one of the stronger women in SCW. She’s a hall of famer and multiple time champion…and quite ready to take my title if I let her,” answers Sam. “And trust me, I have seen her do it and I ain’t going to let that happen to me. I have to go into that ring on Sunday,” says Sam as she brings the neck of the beer bottle to her lips to finish the bottle then sets it beside the popcorn. “I have to go to the ring and I will have to fight my hardest to keep the title. And between you and me, I am ready to do just that. I like making history and when I win Sunday I will do just that.”
Sam beams proudly as she reaches for a small handful of popcorn to toss a couple of kernels into her mouth and crunches them around the smile she offers Colton. He can’t help but laugh at the comedic look on Sam’s face. “That’s my girl,” he offers around his laughter before holding up the bottle with a small bit of beer left. “Here’s to retaining the title Sami,” he toasts the redhead as she gets to her feet and moves towards Colton and leans over him to reach down and grab her phone before teasingly bopping him on the nose.
“Thanks Camo, now are you ready to lose?” she mocks as her other hand pulls the game controller out of Colton’s hand and once more flops onto her chair.
“You’re on!” he replies as the television flashes on and the title screen for the video game appears.
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Scene Two: Friends make the best Opponents
Song of the Moment: Friendships – Pascal Letoublon
Sam Marlowe can be seen standing in the ring as the crew is putting the finishing touches on the venue for Climax Control. One of the technicians comes over and says something to Sam which makes her nod and smile. He walks away as Sam moves to the middle of the ring and turns to look towards the entrance way where a cameraman can be seen rushing to the ring, his camera swinging at his side. Holding up her hand, she motions for him to slow down.
“No hurry,” she calls out. “I am actually going to be here a while so take all the time you need.”
The cameraman stops at the ringsteps and begins to catch his breath as Sam once more begins to pace inside of the ring. He finally shoulders his camera and then calling out to the redhead he begins to film her as she begins to speak looking down into the camera lens.
“Amy, I want to talk to you about what this week on Climax Control is going to mean to the both of us. Now I know you know just what the importance of this match is and the fact that you and I are the main event of the show, makes it that much more important,” begins Sam as she moves slightly and is tracked with the camera.
“First of all, I want to say that you have my respect Amy, you have done it all and with style I have to say. Grandslam champion, hall of famer, serious threat each and every time you step in this ring. I appreciate that you are one of the pillars of this division and stepping into the ring with you on Sunday is going to be an honor for me,” says Sam as she puts a hand over her heart.
“I also want to say that I know we are friends and any other time I would be there for you having your back and giving you all that I could but that is on the other side of those ropes,” adds Sam as she points to the ring ropes. “Outside there, we are friends, might not be the best of friends, but friends nonetheless. However when you and I step inside of these ropes, that is where the friendship ends and the rivalry begins. Because inside these ropes you are coming to try to claim my title and I am trying to retain it. And I am warning you now Amy, that is all you can do…TRY. I am going to be retaining the title because I am not going to let it slip through my hands, especially in the main event of the night at Climax Control. When it comes to this belt, I seem to have an extraordinary ability to shine in the match, whatever match the roulette wheel determines. I have made my bread and butter in this division on being the bombshell to beat when it comes to the Roulette title.”
Sam brushes her hand through her hair as she half turns away from the camera before speaking again, softly as if not wanting to.
“I know you are going through some stuff in your personal life that ain’t the best of motivators and I get that but Amy, make no mistake, you need to have your head in the game on Sunday when you step into the ring with me. I am not going to let you bring your ‘B’ game to this match, you are goin’ to have to make sure you bring your ‘A plus’ game when it comes to facing me for the Bombshell Roulette title. I am not going to be holding back and I am not going to let your situation take advantage of the friendship I have for you. If you want to win this title, you are going to have to work for it.”
Sam looks at the camera and slowly a half grin breaks across Sam’s face. “Tell y’all what, after this match, when I win, drinks are on me for a night out on the town. And win or lose, we leave it all in the ring and once we step through those ropes we don’t let the match get between the friendship. So Amy, good luck my friend.”
With that, Sam moves to the camera and offers it a wink before the image of Sam disappears into blackness with only the sound of Sam’s voice being heard to ask if the cameraman had gotten the message.
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Scene Three: Friends and…Lovers?
Song of the moment: Can’t fight the moonlight – Leann Rimes
Valentine’s Day, the day when thoughts turn to love and florists and chocolatiers are decimated of their stock in a mad attempt to secure the heart of one’s beloved. A holiday that Sam Marlowe just can’t seem to get her heart around.
In the romance department, Sam has been rather unlucky in love. Her last boyfriend was now her brother in law thanks to her sister Cyn. But that doesn’t seem to stop him whenever the family gets together.
So the redheaded sweetheart of SCW was content to sit at home, fuzzy pink hearts adorning a light silver sweater that accents all the curves of Ms Marlowe. Complementing the sweater is a black pencil skirt over knee high boots that shine in the dim light of the hallway as she stops to stare into the mirror in her foyer. With her red curls cascading over one shoulder, she looks soft and feminine, nothing at all like the all business wrestler that she normally appears.
Suddenly a knock on the door makes her jump nervously as she gasps. Clutching a fist over her heart, she chuckles weakly before moving to open the door to reveal Colton standing there, a single rose held in front of his chest as he takes in how Sam looks. A low whistle later, he smiles.
“You sure clean up mighty nice,” he teases which only makes Sam blush. Colton holds out the rose that Sam takes and bringing it to her nose, she inhales softly and offers Colton a smile.
“Thanks Camo,” Sam replies as she motions for Colton to come in. Closing the door behind him, she passes him to head to the kitchen where she finds a small vase for the rose and fills it with water to set the rose into. Colton follows behind and when Sam turns to move towards the doorway, he is right there.
Nervously laughing, Sam looks into the warm eyes that are looking at her in a different way. Sam’s eyebrows come together as she tries to figure out just what is going on. “You want to tell me something Camo?” asks Sam suspiciously as she leans back against the counter.
“Is it that obvious?” he responds as a hand moves through his hair, making it stand on end…more than usual. “I just don’t know if I should tell you or just let sleeping dogs lie and keep you as a friend. Or tell you what I am really thinkin’ Sam.”
Concerned at the seriousness of his comment, Sam puts her hand on his arm and offers him a soft nudge. “We’ve always been truthful with one another Colton. We can tell each other anything.”
Colton once more runs his hand through his hair before giving Sam a deep look then moving closer to her, his hands moving to her waist to pull her in close. “I wanted to say…Happy Valentine’s Day Sami, would you be my Valentine?” he murmurs before his lips descend on hers and his arms pull her in for a closer embrace.
Surprised at first, Sam’s eyes drift shut as her arms move up to wrap around the neck of Colton. The pair continue the embrace as the scene fades out.
