London Brawling…the night where Sam Marlowe faced Trinity Jones for the Bombshell Roulette title. Spoiler alert…Sam won.
Sam Marlowe heads backstage, her Bombshell Roulette title over her shoulder, hugged to her chest as she grins crazily at the memory of the match. She had gone out on a mission and she was walking in the backstage area still the Bombshell Roulette title holder. Trinity had put up one heck of a fight but Sam had her number and Sam pinned her for the one two three to retain.
Later that night, a new challenger was named as Mercedes Vargas won a triple threat match. Sam had watched and she had seen that Mercedes had taken the challenge and killed it as only Mercedes Vargas could
Two days post London Brawling, the sight of a woman exiting a rather beat up car driven by a young man catches the attention of the older lady that lives in the house next door to the home of one Sam Marlowe. The redhead smiles as the driver opens the trunk of the car and begins to pull luggage out of it and sets it on the concrete beside Sam. Once done, she turns and smiles at the older lady who has made her way to the small hedge between the two houses.
“Samantha dear,” begins the elderly neighbor. “How was your trip in Europe? Did you remember to bring me back those things from England?”
Sam drags the large piece of luggage towards her door before racing back down the drive to grab the two smaller bags. Stopping near the elderly lady, Sam takes a moment to rummage through the smaller of the two to pull out a small package and with a flourish, hands it to the neighbor.
“I would never forget to bring you back what you asked for. I hope those are the right ones,” says Sam as she zips up the luggage and pulls it to the door as well. The neighbor opens the package and smiles at Sam as she waves at the young woman.
“You got it right dearie, and thank you,” she calls up to Sam. A bright answering smile crosses the face of Ms Marlowe as she pushes her key into the house door lock and twists it open. Pushing the door, she walks inside, her voice light and teasing as she calls out.
“Honey, I’m home! Oh wait…I live alone,” quotes Sam as she turns to grab her luggage.
“You don’t have to you know,” says a voice that stops Sam in her tracks. Straightening up, she turns to find Montgomery Christopher stepping into the entryway of her home. Cocking one eyebrow, she drags the last piece of luggage into the house then slams the door.
“What are you doing in my house Monte?” demands Sam, her arms immediately crossing her chest to create some kind of shield between her and Monte.
“Your father was supposed to come and check on the house while you were gone but instead, I offered to make the trip out here. And when I got here, I thought I would stay,” replies Monte with a smirk as he moves towards the open living room and flops on the couch. “So…how was London?”
“London was fine and thank you but you can go now,” states Sam as she reaches for the door knob to open the door. “I am home now and you don’t have to stay.” The redhead opens the door as Monte continues to sit on the couch, a hand holding a remote moves up to turn on the television. “Monte, I said you could leave or did you not hear me.”
“Now is that any way to treat family?” he counters with a smirk as he winks at Sam. “Heck I was almost your husband and this would have been my house too.” A shudder passes over Sam’s frame as she breaths a sigh of relief that wipes the grin off the face of Monte. He turns back to the television but addresses Sam once more. “You know, I think that I was a little hasty to hook up with your sister. Maybe I should have held out for you.”
Sam’s look of shock put another grin on the face of Christopher. Sam shakes her head from side to side as she grits her teeth, speaking through them. “After seeing what you were doing and how you were treating me, it would have been a cold day in Hell that I would have married you!” exclaims Sam. “Besides, you are the husband of Cyn and good for you. I am not going to continue this discussion…I am tired and ready to get over this jet lag.”
She moves towards the stairs and then slowly drags herself up the steps. Monte gets to his feet to follow her upstairs. He is about to enter her room when she forcefully stops him in his tracks. “Tell me the reason my bed is mussed!” she demands, her eyes lit angrily.
“Where would you expect me to sleep?” he replies with a guilty look. “It isn’t like I had a place to stay somewhere else.” He points at the bed as Sam has moved back into the room and begins to yank at the bedding with a vengeance. “Hey!” exclaims Monte as he joins her in the bedroom.
“You are going to have to find yourself somewhere else to stay Monte!” growls Sam. “I’m home now and y’all aren’t welcome here. So y’all need to pack your bags and go home or a hotel…you ain’t staying here.”
“But Sam…”
“Git out!” says Sam angrily as the drags the last of the bedding from her bed. As she does, a small item is flipped towards the doorway. Seeing it fall, Sam glares at Monte who sheepishly picks up the condom wrapper up and balls it in his fist, red rising on his face. “Really Monte…really? Does Cyn know?”
“She doesn’t know and I would appreciate it if you didn’t say anything to her,” answers Monte as he moves to grab his suitcase at the end of the bed. Sam continues to glare as Monte shoves the last of his clothes into the bag and then angry himself, he tosses a disrespectful salute in Sam’s direction before wheeling himself out of the bed room. Sam follows to make sure that he leaves quickly. She makes it to the door and pulls it open to allow Monte to leave. He turns to face Sam who just shakes her head.
“Good riddance,” she says as the door is slammed in the face of Monte hiding Sam from view. The last view is a cab pulling up at the end of the drive to pick up a disheveled Monte.
<img src=http://i67.tinypic.com/25in71h.jpg>The first Climax Control stateside…and the return of Sam’s Superstars.
Sam Marlowe is surrounded by a bunch of kids as cameras flash backstage at Climax Control 236. Parents of children who can be seen in casts and showing the symptoms of medical conditions take picture after picture of the Bombshell Roulette champion with each child, her full attention on the kid for each picture. Hugging a little girl close or signing the cast of a young boy who is grinning from ear to ear, she tries to fulfill the dreams and wishes of each.
Leading the group down the corridor towards the arena and the gorilla press position, Sam can’t take her eyes off a parent and child waiting along the sidelines. Motioning for one of the assistants to takes the rest of the group to their seats, she moves to the child and smiles down at him. “Hey there, why aren’t you with the rest of us?” she asks the shy boy.
“I want to be but everyone is being mean to me,” says the little boy as his mother puts a hand on his shoulder.
Sam can see he is fighting back tears and shares a look with the mother. “Why do you think that they are being mean to you?” she demands.
“They think that I can’t be a fan because I don’t have any of your shirts or anything,” says the boy. “I would love to have one but well…my medicine is too expensive and I can’t buy one. I try to make up for it by being a bigger fan but sometimes people just think that I am faking it to get things free but I am NOT…I’m NOT I SWEAR!”
Sam straightens up and shooting a glance at the parent, she takes the boy’s hand and moves towards the concourse where a table with tees and merchandise can be seen. She leads him to a set of chairs near the table and pulls him close. “Lemme tell you something, I know what you are talking about. See I am not really paid attention to because everyone thinks that I am faking being a champion. I have had a lot of the bombshells not take me seriously because I am someone that would rather spend time with the fans rather than being above the fans. So people are always down on me for that but I just tell myself that I am better off being the sweetheart of the fans. They make it an excuse because they can’t beat me. And do you know why they can’t beat me?”
“Because you can give them a ha and a hiya and then kick them?” he answers before giggling.
“That too,” responds Sam with a laugh of her own. “And it is because I don’t care what they say about me because in that ring I am not worried about that, I am worried about not letting the fans down. So my advice to you…don’t worry about whatever it is that those others are saying. Be you and that is the best you can be. But we can fix that whole no merch…”
She gets to her feet and moves towards the stack of tees and then looking back at the boy, she takes a glimpse at his sizing then pulls a shirt from the pile and brings it back to him with a sharpie in her other hand. Sam signs the shirt then holds it out to the boy who squeals in excitement and runs to his mother to show off the signed shirt.
Pussy Willow walks up behind Sam who is watching the kid yanking on his shirt. “I saw that Sam,” she teases. “Seriously though, I get what you are doing with those kids and have to say that I know why everyone is your fan. But tonight you know that they have a match between Trinity and Mercedes. I bet both women will want to send a message to you…”
“I know Pussy and trust me I am going to be watching very closely. But let me tell you that regardless of who wins and who loses, the belt is still around my waist and I want to let them know that it is going nowhere, regardless of who has a title shot.”
The kid motions to Sam to join them as he calls out, “We gotta get to our seats Sam!” She motions him to go ahead and she would be coming out soon. The kid and parent disappear as Sam and Pussy move towards the make up chairs.
Hours later, Sam is backstage preparing to leave after a final few pictures and autograph signings. An intern walks up to her and hands her a piece of paper. Looking at it, she then looks up at the retreating back of the intern.
“Cat Riley..non title…next week?”
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<td>I sit here right now and I am thinking to myself…’Self, why would someone demand a non title shot against me? For the last few challengers I have had them talk about how they would take my title. They would demand the title shot like it was something that they deserved right off the bat. And you know what…I got used to that and kind of started to expect the demands. But this week I face none other than Cat Riley and she DEMANDED a non title match.
But this week I face none other than Cat Riley and she DEMANDED a non title match. Are y’all trying to mess with my head or what?
I will say that it is a breath of fresh air to have someone actually say they don’t want a title match against me. Don’t get me wrong, I would so be prepared to defend my title but in all seriousness, I have to wonder why you didn’t want a title match. After all, y’all have a great record when it comes to wrestling here in Sin City Wrestling.
I have seen you wrestle Cat and I have to say that there ain’t anyone that could match you for submissions. Or wins for that matter. Well no one but maybe me? After all, I have a pretty good winning streak happenin’ and I am certainly hitting a groove when it comes to wrestling. Which kinda makes me nervous because a groove ain’t nothing but a rut with flare. Does that mean that I think that I am in a rut because I have been facing people that have given me a legit fight for the win and I keep overcoming their strengths to pull out win after win? Or is it that I am always prepared to face any challenge like it is a title match? So maybe your demand for a title match not happenin’ is a little bit of a reverse psychology that you think will get to me and cause a loss.
I have actually heard that there are people that say you are crazy with a capital Cee. I have to wonder at that. See you set it up as a nontitle match then get me off my game, pin my shoulders to the mat and earn yourself a shot and the next time we face each other, boom it will be a title match.
Now before I go any further, I have to say that people have been talking about how you are under the wing of Christian Underwood and I know that is something that you wouldn’t exploit at all. See, just because you live in his house, you are in his orbit and others would be front and center to claim favoritism, I ain’t someone like that. I see you as a legitimate challenge this week and I could care less if you live with Christian or not. Christian isn’t going to be in that ring to hold your hand or give you the win because you are going to have to earn it. And should you win, you will have earned it because I am not a bombshell that will lay down for anyone in the locker room. When you get in the ring with me, you are in for the fight of your life.
I am a fighting champion Cat and I make no excuses win or lose. And this week at Climax Control, I ain’t fixin’ to lose the match…oh no. I am going to step to that ring and climb inside. I am going to hold this title of mine up and show the world and our little part of it that I consider any match a title match and I will proceed to lay a championship beatin’ on anyone that is standing across the ring. I swear you will know you have been in a fight for sure Cat Riley, my promise to my fans and you.
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