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Near the end of Climax Control, Sam Marlowe brushes back her half damp curls and reaches for a light lip gloss. Dressed in a pair of dark jeans and boots with a SCW Bombshell tee, she looks relaxed and happy. Looking in the mirror, she spies the door of the locker room opening and Cyn coming inside. Sam does her best to appear like she is relaxed and ready to head out.
Cyn Marlowe: And once we get to the airport tomorrow we will head back to Houston for Thanksgiving and won’t Moms and Daddy be happy to hear that you are doing so well…What are you doing?
Sam looks at her sister in the mirror and then with a small grin waves towards the door.
Sam Marlowe: I am going out tonight. Gotta celebrate you know...advancing to the final and all that.
Cyn begins to smile herself.
Cyn Marlowe: Oh so where are we going?
Sam Marlowe: WE…aren’t going anywhere. I am going to meet someone who suggested I join them. I figured that you wouldn’t want to go.
Sam avoided the look from her sister as she glides the slickness across her lips tinting them a pale pink. Cyn glares as she moves to stand beside her sister. Placing her hands on the side of the table where Sam was standing she glares at her sister.
Cyn Marlowe: Who are you meeting Sam? Sounds like you have a “dateâ€.
Sam blushes but denies the date theory which only makes Cyn scoff and then lean against the table to look her sister in the eye. Sam avoids looking at Cyn as she fluffs her now dry hair.
Cyn Marlowe: So…who is it then?
Desperate to escape, Sam waves her hands in a vague motion to distract Cyn as she moves towards the door.
Sam Marlowe: Umm…I am meeting Pussy after the show. She and I are just going to be going over what I might want to say about the finals of the Going for the Gold tournament. It really isn’t anything Cyn, you can head back to the hotel and I will see you tomorrow.
Cyn Marlowe: Oh no Sam, I will come with you to make sure that you focus on promoting yourself for the match coming up next week. So let’s go find your friend Ms Willow and get this over with so we can go back to the hotel.
Sliding her hand through her sister’s arm, Cyn guided Sam out of the locker room and down the hallway. Seeing Ben Jordan, Sam mouthed “I’m sorry†in his general direction at his questioning raised eyebrow and nods her head towards Cyn and widening her eyes to indicate it was all her fault. Ben shakes his head and nodded towards Sam. Cyn sees the silent exchange and then with a sneering smile at Jordan, she moves Sam along the hall faster.
Cyn Marlowe: I wonder what he is trying to say to you. I mean really, why you even think he is someone to be friendly with is beyond me. I am so glad that you don’t associate with him outside of SCW.
Sam didn’t tell her about the last time she had gone out with Ben. Guiltily she moved forward and ran into Pussy Willow who was handing off her microphone to her cameraman then straightened up and smiled at Sam.
Pussy Willow: Well hello Sam. I thought that you were going out with…
Sam Marlowe: You, going out with you after the show, don’t you remember?
Pussy looks to see Sam pleading with her eyes as Cyn steps out from behind her sister.
Pussy Willow: Oh yeah. I am sorry but I totally forgot. We were going to be…
Pussy lets her voice trail off slightly in hope that Sam would fill in the blank space. Cyn beats her sister to the punch with a rather condescending tone.
Cyn Marlowe: Sam was telling me that you two are going to be talking about the finals of the tournament. And if you ask me, there is very little to say right now considering that the people that are in the finals are champions and my little sister.
The other two women give Cyn quizzical looks. Cyn smiles and holds her hands up in a questioning motion. Pussy growls slightly while Sam sighs in frustration and leans against the wall with her hand rising to rub at the bridge of her nose.
Pussy Willow: How can you say that Cyn, your sister has done some amazing things in this tournament? First she beat the first ever grandslam champion in Amy Marshall and then just last week, she beat Raynin to advance to the finals. Sam deserves to be in the match and you should be proud of that and her for being that good.
Cyn Marlowe: Oh really… I know just how good she is. And if I wasn’t around to keep her humble she wouldn’t be in the position she is today. So if you ask me, she has me to thank for her being in the finals. Isn’t that right Sam?
Ms Marlowe lowers her hand and scoffs softly. Rather than get into an argument with Cyn, Sam just nods once with an eye roll at Pussy who covers her lips to wipe at a grin that crosses her lips.
Sam Marlowe: Well actually Cyn…
Cyn Marlowe: (interrupting) Just nod and agree Sam. See Pussy, Sam has developed this habit of trying to prove me wrong and as she does, she just proves to me that she needs me. As much as she says she doesn’t, she does. Take for instance this week. I pushed her into really taking the fight to Raynin and even though she almost lost, Sam took my advice and pulled out the win. And if you ask me, this next match is going to be a reality check for Sam one way or another.
With that comment, Cyn crosses her arms over her chest and gives a rather condescending smile to the pair of women. Sam pushes away from the wall and moves towards Pussy.
Sam Marlowe: Like I was saying Cyn, tonight Pussy and I are going to be doing something to prepare for a promo that I will want to do later this week and I wanted to talk to her about what she might be doing for Thanksgiving. Would really suck if we couldn’t film my message if she was somewhere in the States and unavailable to meet me so why don’t you just head back to the hotel and I’ll be there soon.
Finally realizing that the backstage area has been cleaned out of most of the wrestlers and staff, Cyn uncrosses her arms and then with a smirk, nods politely.
Cyn Marlowe: I guess there isn’t much trouble you could get into now so I’ll take your suggestion and head to the hotel. Don’t stay out too late, plane takes off at 10 in the morning whether you are on it or not.
With that parting shot, Cyn spins and heads down the hallway towards the exit leaving Sam and Pussy to watch after her. Pussy can only laugh at Sam’s moan.
Sam Marlowe: Can you believe her? Like my skills get me nowhere and it is all her.
Pussy Willow: She does have a point though. She tends to push buttons for you. Every time she brings you down, you just seem to rise to the occasion and maybe that is what you need now. After all this is the finals and you will end up facing Melanie Gabrielle and Roxi Johnston. Both are champions after all.
Sam thinks about it for a second. As the words sink in, her head slowly starts to nod.
Sam Marlowe: You’re right. They are champions already and if you ask me, that means that they might not be ready to go to any lengths to win the title shot. Because if they do, it might just mean they will lose the title they have around their waists right now. I mean, I heard the last time that a title holder challenged the Bombshell champion, she lost the title she wore and there was a double champion. Do you honestly think that Melanie or Roxi is willing to drop their title like that?
Pussy shakes her head negatively. From behind the pair, the sounds of the road crew beginning to tear down the equipment lets the pair of women know that they needed to be getting out of the arena. Pussy grabs her purse as Sam motions that she will be only a moment then rushes to the bombshell locker room, grabs her bag and with a smile leaves the locker room and joins Pussy before disappearing towards the exit.
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A man is sitting on the couch in a rather large television room, the scent of a cigar hanging in the air lightly. Beside him a redhead can be seen lounging with a tablet in front of her, Skype logging on as she has her attention on the game that the man is watching. Father and daughter share the same engaged look mixed with the overstuffed look of satisfaction and laziness induced by turkey.
Philip Marlowe: Don’t tell your mother Sammi. She doesn’t like it when I smoke in the house.
Sam Marlowe: Your secret is safe with me Pops
Teasingly, she pats her father’s shoulder about to say something else when there is a connection notification from Skype. Sam’s father looks to see who it is then whistles at the image of Pussy Willow. Sam again pats her father’s shoulder once more in a teasing manner.
Sam Marlowe: I won’t tell Moms about this either.
Philip Marlowe: Thanks loads Sammiwich.
The pair laugh as the notification sounds again and Sam motions to the tablet and then towards the desk on the other side of the room. Getting to her feet, she heads to the desk, pressing the connect button as she does.
Sam Marlowe: Hey Pussy, how is your thanksgiving going?
Pussy Willow: Pretty good and I have great news for you. I have arranged for you to do a facebook live chat thingie today, in a matter of fact about fifteen minutes. You did say you have a message to deliver this week and what better way to do it than live.
Sam looks down at what she is wearing and then with a grumble, she excuses herself to rush out of the room. Pussy appears to be looking for her and calls out for her. Finally, Sam returns in a wrestling tee and her hair pulled over her left shoulder.
Sam Marlowe: I am ready to do this Pussy, how do I set it up?
For the next few minutes, Pussy walks Sam through the setup of Facebook Live. Once she has it ready to go, Pussy does a quick countdown and then prompts Sam to start the feed.
Sam Marlowe: Hello everyone. I am here, only a few days away from the biggest match in my short career and I thought to myself, ‘Self this is a big match and what could you do to promote yourself in this match?’ and I got some pretty good advice from Pussy Willow and so, here I am on Facebook Live. So if you have any questions while I talk about the match this week on Climax Control, you can just reply to this post and I will reply once this feed is done.
So let’s chat about the Going for Gold tournament shall we? We have reached the finals this week and what had happened to get me into the match huh? Well you could say I had it easy since I only had to face a single competitor in my earlier matches. Or you could say I had it tough since I faced two very different and very dangerous former champions to get into the finals. But those two matches are in the past and I have a date with destiny on Sunday at Climax Control.
First time in this tournament where I am in a triple threat match with two opponents and this one though will decide who will face Mikah at the December 2 Dismember supercard. Needless to say that I am nervous because this is the first time I have a chance to go where no Marlowe has gone before. But with the nerves also comes a strong sense of anticipation because this is going to be a real test for me.
Like I said before, to get to this match I beat two former champions. Now in this match I get to face two current champions. Will this make any difference in my mind on the strategy I will need to win? Yes and no. Yes because they are champions and no because they are champions. Pretty contradictory huh? Let me explain.
Both Melanie Gabrielle and Roxi Johnston are champions. The Bombshell Internet champion and one half of the Bombshell tag champions which means that both of them are among the top bombshells in SCW and could beat anyone they get set in front of, me included.
But this final is to decide who is going to face Mikah for the Bombshell title. Which could mean that if Roxi wins, will she drop the bombshell tag titles with her wife to challenge Mikah? Or will Melanie prevail and then have to drop the Internet title or lose it to the Bombshell champion? Both reasons are strong arguments for both women to not to give it their all. Oh I know they will be but I wonder if in the back of their minds they are thinking the same thing.
See, I don’t have to worry too much about what I have to lose which means I have everything to fight for and trust me I will. Getting the opportunity to face Mikah as a rookie for a shot at ending her title reign and actually picking up my first title is something that I don’t think many rookies get the chance to think about.
Don’t get me wrong. I am not going into this match with my eyes wide shut to the fact that Melanie and Roxi will lay down for me and I know for a fact that this is going to be the most challenging match of my career to date. But with nothing to lose and everything to gain, I am going to be one heck of a challenge for both bombshells.
I can see the replies adding up and since it is Thanksgiving and the game is on, I am going to take this opportunity to say I am looking forward to the match at Climax Control and I want to wish good luck to my opponents. This is Sam Marlowe saying see you in Cancun ladies.
Pussy Willow: Bravo Sammi, that sounded great. Seriously.
Sam Marlowe: Thanks Pussy but I don’t know if that is enough. I try to get myself out there and every time I hit the wall when the going gets tough. I am sure that Melanie and Roxi probably haven’t even paid any attention to me at all because they don’t see me as a challenge. I wonder if they even know who I am or what I am like. Guess we will see if they actually know me or just make assumptions about someone they don’t really consider a challenge. After all, Amy Marshall saw me as a non-threat and I beat her. Raynin probably saw me as a victim and I beat her too. So come Sunday, maybe just maybe I am going to be more of a threat than they can handle.
Sam smiles into the face camera at her friend before a bellow from across the room gets her attention.
Philip Marlowe: Sammi, you are missing a great game!
Sam waves at her father then looks at Pussy.
Sam Marlowe: You heard him, I gotta go. See you Sunday in Cancun Pussy.
With that, she presses the disconnect button and shutting down Skype, Sam approaches her father on the couch and joins him as the scene fades out.
