Inner thoughts: Okay, first let me say that I should never ever try to keep up with Ben Jordan on a night out with the threat of drinking our asses “clean off†as he suggested. Secondly, thank god I had bought the house here in Vegas and had most of the furniture to be delivered this week. Only bad thing about that is I hadn’t gotten around to buying my bedroom set yet so sleeping on the floor just wasn’t a great thing for this hangover…
Filtered sunlight forces its way into the room where a rather large mess of blankets can be seen strewn all over the floor mixed with clothes that have been tossed everywhere or so it appears. From one end of the mess, a moan followed by the slight movement of a swath of mussed red curls is the only indication that there is life under the covers. The mound of cloth begins to rise slightly as a body pushes it upwards and a head appears.
Sam: Kill me…please!
Wiping at her eyes, Sam fights the urge to collapse as she fights her way at a crawl off the air mattress on the floor. Tied up with a sheet wrapped around her foot, she twists enough to rest on a hip and pull the foot towards her. Untying herself, she again turns and begins her crawl towards the door where she pulls herself to her feet while even the bare whisper of the door opening causes her to wince.
Moving out of the bedroom, Sam dressed in a long t-shirt and nothing else works her way towards the kitchen where she thinks she had left her bag from last night. When she reaches the room, she looks around for the bag but it is nowhere to be seen. Brushing her mussed curls out of her eyes, she moves to the sink and runs the water then reaches for a glass in the cupboard. Once the water fills the cup to the end of her endurance with the sound, she tips the cool liquid down her throat. Finishing the glass, she comes up for air with a sigh.
Sam: Okay, that feels a bit better…now I need food.
She softly sets the glass down. Faintly she can hear pings from nearby and follows the sound of it to her jacket that is lying just inside the door. Picking it up she pulls out her phone that shows multiple texts from Cyn, many tweets and a voicemail. Letting her head fall into her hand, she sets the phone on the counter and leans there for a moment debating on listening to the voicemail or leave it for when she was better prepared and didn’t have a headache.
Pushing away from the counter, she moves to the fridge and opens it. Soft thumps and a muffled curse is heard before Sam backs away and turns her back to shut the door. Carrying the fixings for breakfast she moves to the stove and sets them down then grabs a frying pan from a side cupboard. Setting it on the stove, Sam is startled by the ringing of her phone. Just to quiet it, she presses the button only to be greeted by the shrill voice of Cyn on the other end.
Cyn: It is about damn time you picked up Sam. Do you realize that I have been calling now for hours? I happened to watch twitter last night and saw you chatting up that Ben person that I warned you to stay away from.
Sam sighs as she leans against the counter.
Sam: Cyn, Ben is a friend and I am a big girl so you really can’t tell me what to do. Besides, what does it matter to you?
Sam hears a noise from the doorway and turns to spy Ben smirking as he leans against the door jamb dressed in a pair of jeans, his hair mussed. Sam rolls her eyes and motions beggingly for him to be quiet.
Cyn: It matters to me that he is a manslut Sammi and probably only wants one thing from you and it isn’t friendship. I certainly hope you didn’t let him stay at your new house. I mean really. You don’t need a freeloader like him taking advantage. You know I am only saying these things because I want to protect you because you are so naïve.
The smirk on Ben’s face fades for a second as a devious look appears on his face. Standing and moving towards Sam and the phone, he begins to grin. Sam’s eyes widen as her head begins to sway from side to side hoping that he will just let it go. Sam as she quickly picks up the phone only to have Ben catch her hand holding the phone between them.
Sam: Be nice.
Sam desperately fights back a grin that can’t help but start at the devilish glint as Ben starts to speak once he takes the phone from Sam’s hand.
Ben: Alright me old China, it's me, that wally you can't understand. Now I was a few feet away and me shell likes started burning a bit, and you'd be shocked how good me shell likes are and I couldn't help but over hear the word freeloader.
Ben holds his hand up to Sam as she tries to take the phone.
Ben: That hurts, that sting like a bee to the arse.
Ben puts on a mock face of sadness to Sam.
Ben: I must be the richest freeloader in the world. Hear my out mucker, I have more money than I need, I wrestle for peanuts cause I give away seventy percent of my wonga I make in SCW to local charities, own me own gaff in Havana, and got me own little plane, alright it's not 747 but no one gave me wings so had to get it. Freeloading ain't my game, especially when pizza blokes love me for me big tips... Tips darling, not ti... I ain't a bombshell, nor freeloading, just ain't my thing.
Ben holds the phone away from his head for a second.
Ben: Now judging by that heavy breathing you got going on there, Either me accents got ya all excited or you're about to be a volcano, so yeah, family always helps these situations.
Ben throws the phone to Sam, mouthing the words "good luck". Sam can’t help but smile at the choking sounds she hears over the phone. Ben smirks as he heads towards the counter and Sam turns slowly and biting her lip to hold back the giggles, heads towards another room. Bringing the phone upwards, she puts the phone to her ear.
Cyn: Why the hell did you let him talk to me like that Sam? I am your sister!
Sam: Well considering you called him a manslut, I think he was justified. Don’t you? Besides you won’t have to worry about me Cyn, like I said, I am a big girl and know what I am doing.â€
Cyn: No I don’t. He’s just proving how right I am Sammi. So trust me when I say that I am so going to have to keep a closer watch on you. So I hope you are doing the other bedroom like I would want because…
Sam’s eyes narrow as she shakes her head negatively.
Sam: No Cyn, I am not letting you take my life over here in Vegas. It is bad enough you are at the shows, this is my place and I want it to stay that way. You can visit but y’all can’t stay here.
Cyn: Fine. By the way, I was looking over your emails about what is coming up for you in Sin City. And I was texted by Veronica Taylor who is going to be getting some payback this week for what you did a couple of weeks ago. This week you are facing her in a match.
Sam leans against the window sill of the room as what Cyn has told her washes over her.
Sam: Veronica Taylor is facing me in a match this week, really? It’s like I can’t escape her no matter what I do. So once again I am going to have to deal with her and this time I am going to have to do it with a vengeance so she will finally realize that I am so over her and this vendetta she seems to have against me.
Cyn can be heard to chuckle across the line.
Cyn: You should have listened to me when I told you to apologize to Veronica. Now you are going to have to suffer having her as your opponent unless of couse you want me to put in a good word for you.
Unable to believe what her sister is saying, Sam lets her fingers curl into a fist that she lightly slams against the window frame.
Sam: Are you telling me that you are friends with Veronica and that ‘I’ need to apologize? I don’t know what to say to that. No, wait, I know exactly what to say to that. You tell your buddy Veronica that she is going to have to put up or shut up at Climax Control. I am getting tired of this and you on her side. Just like you think that I shouldn’t have the friends I do, you can’t expect me to have you shove your friends on me!
Before Cyn can say anything else, Sam mutters goodbye and presses the end button. Taking the moment to set her phone down and moves towards the door. The phone rings again but Sam ignores it as she leaves the room and heads towards the kitchen. On the way, the doorbell stops her. Moving to the door, she opens it slightly and spies a man with a clipboard wearing a cap with the furniture store logo on it.
Delivery Man: Hello ma’am, we got your stuff. Can we start offloading it?
Sam nods slowly and holds up one finger while murmuring to give her a minute. Closing the door, she rushes up to her room and grabs a pair of jeans that she yanks on then heads back down to open the door for the furniture guys. Once done, she heads towards the kitchen, a smile on her face.
Sam: I’m glad you had breakfast Ben, and I hope I can get your help …
Hours later Ben falls into the large chair he had manhandled into the corner of the last room. Sam takes the final pillow and puts it on the edge of the couch and turns with a smile of pride in the fact the pair of them had finished moving the furniture into place.
Sam: I ache all over. I need a shower, first dibs on the hot water.
Ben: That’s all right darlin’ pizza’s also pain relief.
Sam: If that is the case, ask and you shall receive or better yet, call and it will be delivered.
Ben chuckles at that as he moves towards the phone resting on the window sill where Sam had left it. Holding it out, he waves it at Sam who comes over and run her finger over the numbers to open it. Once she does, she turns to head towards the shower. Climbing the stairs, she steps into the master bedroom where a large bed is resting, blankets tossed on it in a rather messy pile. Moving to the closet where she has clothes hanging, Sam pulls out a tshirt and jeans then heads into the bathroom off the bedroom.
About a half hour later Sam moves into the livingroom dressed with her damp hair curling around her shoulders. Catching the edge of a chair, she slides over the arm and slumps into the seat, her bare feet hanging over the arm. In her hands is a small Ipad that flashes on. The blinking light shows that facetime is on as she holds it up to capture her face as she begins to speak into the camera.
Sam: Well I thought that maybe I should be talking about my match against Veronica Taylor coming up at the next Climax Control and where better than from my brand new livingroom here in Vegas.
Sam: This match at CC 137 is a grudge match because of something that I did a couple of weeks ago that is probably rankling my opponent who at the time was my tag partner in a match. Now that night I did something that I am not proud of but I felt that it needed to be done at the time. And I want to take this time to apologize for walking away from that match.
Sam tosses her hair as she offers a smile into the camera.
Sam: And now, once again, I am facing Veronica Taylor one on one in the middle of the ring in a match that I am sure that she is going to try to use to beat me for abandoning her. Sadly, that is something that I am not going to let her do. I have her number when it comes to facing her and that is just what I am going to be counting on when she does get in that ring. Because I know that she isn’t going to be thinking of wrestling a clean match. This is going to probably be revenge pure and simple and you know what? I am ready for that and as a matter of fact, that is exactly what I expect it is going to be.
Biting at her lower lip, Sam looks thoughtful for a moment then continues to speak.
Sam: I guess the only thing I have to say to you Veronica is that come what may on Sunday, you have to realize one fact. You may have been a champion, you may have been in this game longer than me but this week I am going to push you past your limits like I did in Ottawa at December to Dismember. And the result is going to be the same. You staring up at the ring lights and me having my hand raised in victory. And there will be nothing you can..
Sam stops as a hand reaches into the frame to press stop. She smiles up at Ben who is holding a piece of pizza temptingly just out of reach. He shakes his head no as Sam pulls herself up and towards him as he backs away, taunting her with the pizza. The scene fades with Sam chasing him into the kitchen asking for the slice of pizza.
