A noise can be heard behind a door that is closed.  Suddenly the sound of a whirl and click is heard and the door slowly pushes inward to reveal Sam Marlowe entering, a dragged carryon behind her and a rather large purse banging against her denim covered waist.  A pair of silvered sunglasses hold back a rather messy pile of red curls with one lone curl brushing across her cheek with each bouncing step.

“Oh my goodness,” escapes the redhead as she looks around the hotel room she had entered to take in the vases of flowers resting on every table surface in the room.  She lets her purse slip from her wrist to land with a bang on the floor.  

She moves further into the room after letting go of the handle of the carry on.   Approaching the bed, she notices there is a teddy bear sitting on the pillow.  Smiling she moves closer and picks up the white bear.  A piece of paper flutters to the bed that draws her attention.  Holding the bear close, she reaches and read the page.

Beary excited to invite you out to dinner to welcome you to Boston.  Dress pretty and I will let Monte can come with us.

A small smile crosses Sam’s face before she sets the paper down and then the bear.  She looks around again at the flowers and sighs as she shakes her head.  â€œMonte you are crazy,” she murmurs as she moves towards the carryon and pulls it towards the bed.  Opening the suitcase, she pulls out a rather simple dress and twirls with it held to her chest and stops as she catches a look at herself in the mirror.

“Guess that Monte must have found out when I was arriving and I can’t believe he would do something like this.  I mean I know he is romantic but this is next level romance,” Sam mentions to herself as she brings the dress to the closet near the hotel room door and brings out a hanger.  Draping the dress over it, she then moves towards the bathroom and hangs the dress near the shower before turning on the hot water and lets the steam begin to fill the room.  

A soft dreamy music begins to play as Sam turns and heads towards the purse on the floor and pulls out her phone.  Swiping along the screen, Sam answers the phone.  â€œHello darlin’, I got your message,” she says, the lilt of a smile in her voice.  â€œYou went overboard but I love it,” she adds before listening to the voice on the other end.  â€œOf course I have time for dinner Monte but this weekend is going to be hectic.  So I’ll see you like in a couple of hours?”

A mumbling reply is heard which only widens the smile on Sam’s lips.  Sam says goodbye to Monte then hangs up the phone before turning to move towards the bathroom where a small cloud of steam escapes into the room.  Tossing the phone at the bed, Sam disappears into the room and closes the door as she whistles softly before leaning out of the room and tosses her shirt on the bed.

Forty minutes later, Sam is dressed in a pair of dark panties and bra as she sits at the makeup table and picks up the comb and begins to slick it through her damp hair then rolls a pair of large curlers into the hair at the top of her scalp.  Looking into the mirror at her reflection, she lets a soft thoughtful murmur escape her as she softly begins to speak to her reflection.

“You know Sam, everyone has been talking about how this week you are in the semi finals of the tournament.  I bet a bunch of people have also claimed that you and Ben are probably going to win it all and well, if truth be known…” begins Sam before she shakes her head and once more speaks to her reflection.

“Who am I kidding” she admits to herself.  â€œI haven’t really heard anyone talk about what is going on and if I am honest, that kind of worries me.  You would think that there would be people who think that Ben and I have what it takes to win this week and there are probably others that will say that we don’t stand a chance.  And as much as I want to just admit that we are going to be giving it our all, we do have to admit that we are facing the team that everyone else says have got just as much of a chance, maybe a better one.  Yeah, probably see Mercedes and Max beating us. Would they be wrong though?” ponders Sam.

Reaching for a makeup brush, she glides it across her skin softly as she continues to wonder out loud.    â€œI know that Ben has to worry about Max Burke and the fact that he is rather a tough competitor, I can’t    worry about him and I put my faith in his abilities but the question is going to be can I step up and put Mercedes in the position of losing the match.  That is a very good question and the short answer might be yes although she would say that I would have a snowballs chance to pin her shoulders to the mat in this match.”

Sam wrinkles her nose at that comment hanging in the air.  Looking away for a moment as she sucks in her bottom lip and worries it with her teeth, Sam softly snorts at the idea of losing to Mercedes.  â€œThere is no way I am going to let Mercedes Vargas get the pin on me because I am not going to be in the position to cost Ben this match.  I have heard him saying that this is his last hurrah and if that is the case, I want him to go all the way to the finals and win it at Into the Void.  Seriously I think that if he does win it, it might prove to him what I have been saying all along.”

Sam’s reflection shows a look of smugness for a moment before dissolving into a fit of giggles.  â€œBen is going to have to justify walking away from Sin City and then I am going to have to kick his ass to make him realize that he needs to do what he does best and that is beat the best.”

Sam brightens as she realizes what she has said and then leans closer to look at herself as she begins to speak again.  â€œI just thought about it and you know what Sam, I bet that Mercedes would be sitting there talking about how she has done it all, how she has been the grandslam champion…as if that really worries me right now.  Right now all I am worrying about is getting into the ring and not letting my partner down and if that means I have to beat Mercedes or let Ben beat Max, that is what I am going to do and let me get this out there, I am going to do that to move Ben and I into the finals.”

With that said, Sam reaches for the small lip gloss and twists it open to glide the wand along her lips to leave a smear of color.  Once done, she closes the lipgloss and then sets it down.  Getting to her feet, Sam grasps the dress as she moves to the door of the room and exits into the main salon.  Taking the dress off the hanger, she slips it on and lets the flowing skirt swirl around her upper thighs.  Turning back to the bathroom, she tugs the curlers from her hair and then tosses it to loosen the curls.

A knock sounds at the door as Sam flips her hair back.  Slipping her feet into the shoes that she tossed to the floor, she moves to open the door that reveals Monte standing outside of it with a single red rose held out for Sam.  Taking in how she looks, Monte lets a slow whistle of appreciation escape him as Sam smiles and blushes.

“You look like an angel,” he comments as he moves closer, his lips pressing against her cheek for only a moment then slide slowly to the outer corner of her lips before their lips melt together in a kiss.  Moments later, their kiss is broken reluctantly as each softly pants in an attempt to catch their breath.  â€œYou ready?”

Sam nods as she moves to pick up her purse and then reaches on the dresser for the key card of the hotel room.  Monte opens the door as the two of them move out of the room and head down the hall.  The door closes behind the pair as their voices fade into the distance.

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Mercedes, I want to talk directly to you right now because if the truth be told I am not going to be beating around the bush when it comes to this match.  I mean I am going to have be right on the top of my game and trust me that is something I can really focus on now that we have reached the rarified air of the semifinals of the Blast from the Past tournament.

Let me say this in terms you can understand.  This match is something that I need to get past and trust me I know that you are going to be talking about how you are in the Mean Girls and that the Mean Girls are the alpha group within the bombshell division and that no one will stand a chance against you.  But then again, you guys have been very winning…well some of you have.

And I have to admit Mercedes that we have faced off and you have beaten me and I have beaten you. So in that ring we are pretty much even when it comes to matching up skillswise.  I think that it is going to come down to who wants it more and I will confide in you that I want it more than most.  

Let me see if I can explain it to you in terms you can understand.  Being the archivist that you are with matches and history of Sin City wrestling, you are probably going to be talking about how last year I made it to the semifinals with my partner Rage and that was where I ended my blast from the past because I got ahead of myself and I cost Rage the match when Lucy Seraphina slammed a chair upside Rage’s head.  But this year I am not teaming with Rage and I am not the rookie that I was then.  See back then I was concerned about straight shooting and protecting my partner.  But when push came to shove, my concern was the deciding factor in eliminating me from the tournament.

This year however, there have been some changes that I have gone through and I would like to think that they are for the better.  The first change is that I am going to let Ben fight his match against Max Burke and I am going to put my focus on what I need to do to get this match done and in the history books with the W for Ben and I.  That will mean that I am going to be focused on YOU and only you in that ring.  I don’t have to beat Max Burke, I just have to beat you.  

Which right there is almost worrisome because after all, you will remind me that at Climax Control about this time last year, you beat me for the title that is the prize for this tournament and that this year you are part of the dominant group of bombshells in the company.  Yes, you are a Mean Girl but I do have to ask you, with all that y’all claim to be, why is it that when someone calls y’all on your bs, you tend to fold like an ace high poker hand.

Mercedes, I’m calling you out on just how much of a challenge you are going to be on Climax Control.  I realize that you have every intention of bringing the fight to me and every intention of beating me to advance to the finals and probably for all intents and purposes propel yourself to the finals and a win of the whole Blast from the Past.  Good luck because I have only one thing to say to that…

I will be damned if I am going to let you beat me in this match.  You need to realize that I am burning with a desire to go all the way.  I am consumed by the need for redeeming myself from last year and not repeating the loss in the semifinal round of this year’s tournament.  

I came to Boston to the semifinals to win and I am going to leave Boston with it no matter what you think you will be able to do to stop me.  I am ready for whatever you decide you want to try to do or use to win and  believe me when I say that I am motivated to make sure it is Ben and I that move on to the finals.  So try your worse Mercedes because that is what you may need to even make the attempt to win against me.  Or you can just stay on the side of the ring and watch as Ben beats Max Burke one on one.  Either way, you will have to watch as Ben and I advance and you go back to the Mean Girls looking for sympathy that you don’t deserve but will want anyways.

So good luck Mercedes.  Got mad respect for you but also know that I have no choice but to push myself to the win.   And win I will.

 A hand can be seen pressing play on a small hand held ipod that is slid along the side of a light jacket with the earbud cords dangling almost to the ground.  They swing slightly by the red converse hightops that are worn down slightly.  Suddenly they slowly start to rise as a hand pulls them upward then a second hand helps to settle each small unit into a pair of ears framed by red curls and a hoodie.  Faintly, “Eye of the Tiger“can be heard to start before the person turns and begins to run towards a set of stairs.

Climbing slowly up the stairs at a light run, Sam Marlowe seems preoccupied as she moves up the rise of stairs.  Intent on the top of the stairs, Sam begins to speed up slightly as she gets closer to the top.  Standing there at the top is Pussy Willow who is watching her friend approach.  Just as Sam makes it to the top of the stairs, Pussy steps forward scaring her friend and pulling a screech of fright from her.

“Dang it Pussy, you scared the bejesus out of me,” growls Sam as she reaches for the headphones and then wraps them around her neck and puts her hands on her hips.  â€œNext time warn a gal will ya!”

“Sorry Sammi, thought you saw me,” answers Pussy who hangs her head slightly.  â€œYou were looking right at me so I figured you would see me.”

Sam looks away into the distance, the skyline of Philly in view before turning back to Pussy and shaking her head.  â€œI’ve had a lot on my mind this morning and well, not really into paying attention.  After last night and getting the news that I did…I am just not thinking straight.”

Pussy shoots her friend a look of concern.  â€œEverything ok Sam?” she wonders as Sam takes a long breath and sucks in her bottom lip to worry it slightly.  Pussy moves closer to Sam as she sees the unshed tears in her eyes.  â€œOkay Sammi, spill it.  You aren’t all right at all are you?”

Sam tries to hold her back and shakes her head as one single tear escapes to run down her cheek.  â€œPussy, let it go.  It’s something I need to deal with alone and talking about it won’t help so why don’t we talk about something…anything else.”  Sam pulls at the hoodie strings as she looks up as if to force her tears back into her eyes.  

Pussy nods as she moves to Sam’s side as she looks around for somewhere to sit.  Guiding Sam to a bench nearby, Pussy pushes her down then joins her.  â€œOkay if you don’t want to tell me what is bothering you, then let’s talk about what is happening at Climax Control this Sunday night.  You got a match with Veronica Taylor and since she is going to be facing Jessie Salco for the Roulette title, you are going to be having the match under Roulette rules.  What do you have to say to that hmmm?”

Sam swallows and wipes at her face with her fingertips as a small grin flits across her lips.  â€œHoly déjà vu Pussy, what can I say about having to face Veronica Taylor yet again.  I guess the only thing that I can think of right now is the fact that no matter what when we step in the ring, she and I tend to be like oil and fire, explosive.”

Sam takes a moment to yank up her sleeves and push the hoodie down from her hair.  â€œI mean how many times does it take for me to beat Veronica Taylor?  I seriously think that Christian Underwood is probably behind this to pay me back for winning my first match in the Blast from the Past or for the fact that Mark Ward named me to wrestle in that tournament.  But if you really ask me,” begins Sam, “I think that he might very well be giving me more than I can handle to get me out of the tournament early.”

“You don’t think he is that bad do you Sam?” asks Pussy.

“Nah, I don’t think that anyone could be that bad,” offers Sam as she moves to cross her legs.  â€œBesides, I guess this is a good thing that I get this tune up match before Climax control 178 where Ben and I will probably be facing a really hard team.  If I had my wish, it would probably be Grimm and Misty.  But that is next week.  This week I am facing Veronica Taylor in a match.  So I suppose that I should be talking about it and her huh?”

Pussy offers Sam a smirk and a nod.  â€œWell maybe you might want to say one or two things about her.  Say, why not do your match promo here at the top of the Rocky stairs.  I’ll film it for ya.”

“Y’all don’t think that might be a little cheesy?” demands Sam as she gets to her feet as does Pussy who moves to stand a few steps down the stairs.  Pussy points her phone in Sam’s direction and begins to film as Sam begins to lightly bounce on her feet, her hands up in fists and shadowboxing with the morning air.

“Veronica Taylor, I have to admit when I saw that the two of us were facing off this week on Climax Control I have been of two minds,” begins Sam.  â€œFirstly I thought that I got this match in the bag and really didn’t think of you at all.  I figured that when I am on the top of my game, you are just a warm up match for the Blast from the Past tournament.  But the last few hours have got me thinking and I realize that I am taking you too lightly.”

Pussy nods in agreement as she continues to film Sam, slowly walking up the stairs and beginning to move around her.  â€œKeep talking Sam,” she calls out.

“I will admit that since this morning, my mind ain’t been on the match at all.  I got some real bad news this mornin’ and I’m still processing it but that doesn’t mean that I am going to be taking you lightly at all this week.  I know that once I step into the ring there ain’t going to be anything that will pull my focus from you.  And as for stipulations for the match, that don’t matter either.  Since it is roulette rules and we could be in any type of match, I am focusing on just how I am going to beat you and that is all I am going to say about that,” offers Sam as she throws a couple of quick jabs and punches into the air while the smile on her face at the comment fades.

Pussy nods excitedly as she presses stop on the phone and lowers it as Sam stops bouncing on her toes, her expression once more a serious one.  Pussy sees it and steps up to Sam.  â€œOkay Sammi, enough is enough.  You are going to tell me what is bothering you and you are going to do it right now!” demands Pussy which only makes Sam nod slowly.

“All right Pussy, I’ll tell you.  I got a call this morning about my friend…” begins Sam as she starts to walk away, her voice breaking as she is joined by Pussy as the pair disappear down the stairs, their voices fading before they disappear under the horizon.

 A redhead dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a well worn University of Nevada hoodie sits quietly on the top turnbuckle of a six sided ring in the middle of the darken arena.  No one can be seen in the seats, the only noise the soft hiss of breathing from the woman as she sits there.

From the side, a voice breaks the silence and catches the redhead’s attention.  “Hey Sammi, what are you doing here and all by your lonesome,” says the voice of familiar backstage interviewer Pussy Willow as she walks along the ramp and towards the ring where Sam Marlowe is sitting.

“Thinking Pussy, just thinking,” says Sam as she manages to give Pussy all of two moments of attention before she directs it back into the ring.  

Giving her friend a confused look, Pussy makes her way closer to the ring and begins to climb the stairs.  Once on the apron, she can see a hand resting on an open book on her lap.  “Soooo…whatcha thinking?” asks Pussy as she slides between the ropes and into the ring.  

“I’m thinking that I am putting myself in a position that I don’t know if I can actually see my way to give my opponent my respect like I can for all my other opponents,” says Sam as one side of her lips curl upward slightly in a grimace.  “I mean I can usually find something good to say about my opponents but I have been spending all my time thinking about how much of a spotlight needing person Chelsea is.  Did you see what she did at Climax Control?  I was minding my own business and spending time with my superstars when she decided to target me instead of paying attention to the match.  And if that wasn’t enough Pussy, I bet she had the nerve to say it was my fault she lost.  I don’t know about you but I have the sinking feeling that Chelsea doesn’t like me very much.”

Pussy snickers at the comment before wiping her hand over her mouth as Sam gives her a look.  “What makes you so sure she doesn’t like you Captain Obvious?” chokes out Pussy as she moves to the ropes beside Sam.  The redhead shakes her head as Pussy leans on the ropes and gives Sam a smiling look.

“Well, first she decides that she wants to hurt me because I happen to stand up for myself then sends me for stitches no less,” begins Sam as she clenches her fist on the book.  “Then of course, just like I always do, I go to spend some time with the kids from the hospital and she needs to constantly showboat for me and what happens, she gets counted out because she had to mouth off to me.  Hell I even warned her for sobbing out loud.”

Sam’s last comment is muttered almost to herself as she once more focuses in the middle of the ring.  Pussy looks from Sam to the center of the ring then back at the redhead.  “Listen Sammi, from the looks of it, Chelsea is just trying to make a name for herself and is using you to do it.  So that means at Inception, you just have to be the roadblock in her dreams of making her way to the top.  Chelsea has got the nerve but you have the skills Sam.”

The dream like stare of Sam is broken as she starts to laugh.  “You know what Pussy, you are right.  I can’t tell you how relieved I am to hear you say that,” jokes a now laughing Sam Marlowe.  “Do you really think that is going to make me feel better when I have to get in this ring with Ms Chelsea I’m Gonna Beat you Bloody Payne?  Seriously Pussy, the only think I feel right now is…”

“Fear?” interjects Pussy which only earns her a glare.  

“Noooo…more like disappointment.  After all what is she to me really?  A woman that seems to think that I am her personal cross to bear because I happen to be the one she set her sights to bully and I stood up for myself?  Do you really think I haven’t lived through a bully before?  I could totally care less if she thinks I am going to back down in this match because I have decided that the only thing I can do is continue just what I am doing and that is getting under her skin,” states Sam.  “Chelsea must think that I am a push over because of my recent downhill slide with wins and losses.  Maybe she thinks that I am not even in her league when it comes to wrestling but I know something she doesn’t know Pussy and come Inception I am not going to be afraid to use it.”

It’s Pussy’s turn to give her friend a glare as she leans closer, one hand moving to rest on the hand that is clenched on the book.  “What are you talking about Sammi?  What could you possibly know that Chelsea doesn’t?”

“She doesn’t know that I know I am getting under her skin,” says Sam, her mouth quirking ever so slightly.  “I am getting under her skin and I could care less if she talks trash about me which I am sure that she will be doing as much of it as she can and that is ok.”  Sam pulls her hand from Pussy’s and then gently closes the book on her lap.  Golden letters are embossed on the cover and Pussy leans over slightly to read the title.

“Julius Caesar?” ponders Pussy Willow only to receive a nod from Sam who begins to smile.  

“Seemed fitting in some ways and I thought that maybe I might get some insight into Chelsea Payne from comparing her to him and well, if you ask me, this play is very apropos.  It is all about this guy who thought he was indestructible and on top of the world, kind of like Chelsea.  And it is about how that person was taken down quite a number of pegs by the others,” offers Sam as she holds up the small book and uses it to emphasize her points.

Pussy looks at Sam and then reaches out to grab the play and shake her head.  “Ok, I think you took one too many hits to the head.  How is Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar going to give you the win at Inception hmm?”

Sam jumps down from the turnbuckle and takes back the book that Pussy is holding out.  As she does, she hugs it to her chest and begins to smile before walking to the middle of the ring and then opening it and looks up at Pussy.

“This match that I have coming up at Inception Pussy, this match is going to be her Julius Caesar moment where her sense of self-worth will be taking stabs and punctures in that ring.  This match is going to be me making sure that her ego is deflated like a balloon,” offers Sam as she looks onto the page and her smile widens.  “To paraphrase Shakespeare, I haven’t come to praise Chelsea…I am coming to bury her.”

Pussy is shocked by the look on Sam’s face.  The smile was gone, her eyes glittered with desire and bad intentions.  Moving closer to Ms Willow, Sam shuts the book with a snap under Pussy’s nose.

“I only have one more thing to say tonight Pussy,” offers Sam with deadly intent.  “And that is ‘Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!’”

With that, Sam turns and moves to the side of the ring before looking back only once at a shocked Pussy who is speechless in the middle of the ring.  Hanging her head, Sam moves back to her friend who gives Sam a look of surprise.

“That was intense Sammi,” offers Pussy still shocked and standing in the ring.

“That was Shakespeare Pussy,” teases Sam as she guides her friend towards the ropes.  “I was studying for class and the presentation I have to do on Julius Caesar.  So I figured I would do it like a wrestling promo since I am sooo good at them.”

Sam and Pussy move out of the ring and then up the ramp as Pussy comes to and then with a goofy growl, she smacks Sam on the shoulder as the pair disappear through the curtain.

 Rushing from the ring, Sam Marlowe only paused long enough to tear off the striped shirt that she had worn to referee the mixed tag match and toss it into a garbage bin nearby before heading to the garage.  Approaching her car, she slams a hand against her head as she turns realizing that she has forgotten her keys.

Turning back to the locker room hallway, she debates heading back to get them but stops and moves farther into the garage upon seeing Christian walking along.  Deeper in the garage, she finds a quiet spot to sit and hangs her head onto her lap.  This is where she is found by Pussy Willow who leans against the stairs that Sam has perched on.

“How you doin’ Sammi?” she asks the redhead who slowly looks up and offers her friend a sad little smile.  

“I ain’t great Pussy,” Sam replies.  “I guess that is what you get when you get to watch two of your best friends go at it in the ring and you are the one that has to make the three count.”

Pussy looks around the area where the two of them were and shrugs.  “Guess that is why you are hiding out here.  Looks pretty depressing so must be matching your mood.  If it was me I would be getting ready to head home…ya know.”  

Sam can’t help but nod slowly, a grimace of embarrassment flashing across her face as she rests both arms on a drawn up knee.  “I would have been gone already but silly me, I forgot my car keys and bag in the locker room.  And I saw Christian walking along the hall and well, let’s just say that one encounter with him was one too many tonight.”

Pussy lays her hand on the shoulder of Sam in sympathy as she remains silent.  Suddenly, she brightens and straightens up.  “Listen Sam, why don’t I go get your stuff and you can head back to Vegas?” she offers which brings a smile to the face of Sam.  “Don’t go anywhere, I will be right back,” adds Pussy as she rushes off.  

Sam gets to her feet and watches as her friend moves down the hallway.  Keeping to the shadows, she keeps an eye out for Pussy who disappears into the bombshell locker room then opens the door to return, a familiar bag over her shoulder.  As she is making her way towards the garage, she is stopped by Christian.  The two appear to talk and the body language of Christian implies his not being too happy about what had gone on earlier.  Sam watches as Pussy says something else and the answering snap from Christian before Pussy nods and walks away.  Christian only watches her for a moment then walks off himself.

Sam sees Pussy coming closer and moves out of the shadows.  “Wow, looks like Christian wasn’t too happy to talk to you,” says Sam with a look of surprise on her face.  

“Well considering that he is the boss and all that jazz, and the fact that I said it was pretty low what he did to you earlier,” begins Pussy only to be interrupted by Sam who stops her.

“You didn’t get yourself into trouble did you?” asks a worried Sam as she looks in the direction that Christian had gone.  “I am going to go talk to Christian and tell him that you were only sticking up for me and that…”

Now it is Pussy’s turn to stop Sam.  “Sammi, it is all good.  I mean he wasn’t too happy to hear it but that isn’t the only thing we talked about.  Seems he has some booking ideas for next week and well, he did say that he was a bit impressed on how well you did and that he was going to reward you.”

Sam’s eyes narrow slightly at that comment.  “Reward me for being forced to referee that match?  Okay, lay it on me, what kind of reward is he thinking about?” Sam demands, her arms crossing over her chest as she shoots a hard look at Pussy.

“He said he is putting you in a match that is right up your alley,” replies Pussy as her hand moves to tease through her hair, “taking on two bombshells that you have beaten before.  Something along the lines of payback and it being a bitch he implied.  Listen, I understand where he is coming from but you gotta know that maybe you need this match to start your comeback with a win for the final show of the year.”

Sam lets her head fall forward allowing her red curls to hide the eye roll she does at Pussy’s comment.  “So you going to tell me who I am facing next week or will I have to wait?” murmurs the redhead.

“Oh yeah, Christian said you are facing Jessie Salco and Mikah in a triple threat and if you remember from last year, this is the show that gets all these crazy Christmas stipulations.  I can’t wait to see what kind of match you are going to be in,” teases Pussy as she pulls Sam’s bag off her shoulder and holds it out to Sam.

The talk of stipulations brings Sam’s head snapping up to give Pussy a surprised look.  “I totally forgot about that,” offers Sam slowly as her look changes to one of concern.  “And I bet you that no matter what will happen in that match, it is going to be brutal.  After all, I am sure that Mikah and Jessie are both still smarting from their title losses and think that they are going to work out that frustration on me because I decided that I want to work my way back to the title instead of doing what they did and demanded their shots.  What am I going to do Pussy?”

“You can’t ask me that Sammi, I ain’t a wrestler.  But hypothetically, kicking their ass might be the thing to do,” jokes Pussy which only draws a glare from Sam as the pair begin to walk towards Sam’s car.  “What, I said it was hypothetical.”

“Seriously Pussy, it wasn’t funny.  Just for that, no cookies for you next week,” jokes Sam as she reaches her car and pulls the keys out of her bag.  Sliding the key into the lock, she opens the car door and tosses her bag inside then turns back to Pussy who has pouted her bottom lip out at Sam’s comment.  The stern look on Sam’s face melts into a smile as she holds up her hands in surrender.  “Okay, maybe one gingerbread man…”

Pussy reaches towards Sam and pulls her into an impromptu hug.  “Yay cookies!”  Pussy exclaims as she releases Sam allowing the redhead to climb into the car and start the engine.  As Sam begins to pull out of the parking slot, Pussy waves for her to roll down her window.  “Listen Sam, I know this week was hell but it will get better…it has to right?”

Sam tilts her head slightly and sighs.  “As much as you say it, let’s hope it does.  But if not, let’s hope we stay out of Christian’s way from now on until he returns to the way he was.  And Pussy, thanks for the chat, made me feel a bit better,” says Sam as she waves before pulling away to leave Pussy watching her drive away.

Moments later, Sam Marlowe is on the road heading towards Vegas, music muted as she drives but the redhead isn’t singing along with it.  Rather, she is talking to herself, giving voice to some kind of promo for a match that is taking place on the next Climax Control.  

“I’m in a triple threat match that will see Mikah and Jessie and yours truly in the ring facing each other and with all three of us looking to end the year on a high note.   As much as I want to say that I am a shoo in to win it, I can’t honestly say that I will definitely win because I am in the ring with someone who can legit claim to be the workhorse of SCW and the other has the record for dominating the Bombshell championship,” offers Sam as she checks into her rearview mirror before sliding along the lanes towards the interstate highway onramp.  

After merging into the sparse traffic this late at night, Sam continues to speak to herself.  “Now I could go off on both women and be justified in what I could possibly say but then again I have to sit here and be honest.  Take Jessie for example.  I mean this is a woman who goes all out week in and week out and she isn’t a slouch in the ring.  And I am sure that she’s going to say that she wants the win badly because it would give her a reason to go to the boss once more and ask for another shot at the title.  And she could legit do that should she win this match.  And should she get the win, she will use it to go and ask for that shot I bet.  But no matter what I think, or say for that matter, Jessie is definitely a threat in the match and I for one won’t be taking her lightly.  And then there is Mikah…”

Sam sighs as a car zips up behind her, the halogens of the headlights forcing Sam’s eyes to squint.  Finally she rubs at her eyes to remove the faint glow left as the car passes her.  “Mikah, the most dominant bombshell I have ever faced in the ring and once more she is back and with championship aspirations to once more wear that title that I beat her for,” muses Sam as she signals and changes lanes, her foot depressing the gas pedal slightly to speed up.  “Mikah is one hell of a competitor and practically has owned everyone she has faced.  And I am sure that she is expecting to do so in this match too.  And if I am honest, now that she has found her desire to win attitude, the odds favor her.”

Sam shakes her head, a soft chuckle escaping her as she taps at the steering wheel.  “Oh em gee, if they could hear me now, what the hell would they all be saying?” wonders Sam before answering her own question.  “They would be saying that you aren’t going to win Sam, you are too nice and a sweetheart and I have to say, they probably would be right.”

Sam stops and looks at herself in the mirror only to find staring back at her, a redhead with a half-smile but a look of sadness crossing her face before fading to a look of determination.  “You know what, I just realized Sammi that you give everyone the win because you have been burned one too many times because you are a nice girl.  Well missy, that is going to change this coming week in the ring because this week is when you are going to finally do something for you and that is give yourself permission to go all out to win this match,” she says as she points at her reflection.  “You Sammi are going to gift yourself something for Christmas and that is to finish the year with a win!”

Looking out the windshield, Sam spies the sign for Vegas up ahead and looks over her shoulder to check before sliding across the lanes of traffic and hits the offramp.   As she turns along the road, she reaches for the radio dial as Nine Lives by Def Leppard begins to play.  As it does, the redhead shifts from her promo talk to singing out with Tim McGraw as she drives into the night heading home.

Pulling up to her home moments later, Sam is quick out of the car and slams the door behind her.  With her keys in her hand, she approaches a door that looks like it has been holding back from a Christmas explosion with a tasteful wreath in shades of silver and gold.  Sliding her key in the lock, she pushes it open and disappears inside.

 Standing in the middle of a room, Sam Marlowe holds a hot chocolate as she looks around to spot an empty table and sitting in front of a window that shows the strip, she looks around suspiciously then smiles as she looks directly towards the camera and waves as her other hand moves to her ear and tweaks it slightly before snapping the fingers of her waving hand.  Around her, nothing freezes as behind her people can be seen continuing to move.  Shaking her head, she lets it fall forward for a moment then once more looks up and lets her hands wrap around a white cup with a hot liquid sloshing inside of it.

“Ok, I still don’t know how Ben and Jamie do it but I might as well just move on and not worry about it,” she offers as she draws the attention of a few people sitting nearby.  She feels the looks and with a smile, she points towards the camera lens and mouths the words ‘fourth wall’ before turning back.

“Okay, I have to be honest with you, I was completely surprised at the card for the Halloween show,” she says as she tucks her hair behind her ear.  “Not that I was booked for the show, that would have been a given but the fact that I was given the match that I was.”  Bringing the cup to her lips, she lowers her eyes slowly as she sips at the drink then looks up again as if spoken to.  “Oh in case you hadn’t heard, I was booked into the match for the vacant Bombshell Roulette title.  I never suspected that when I challenged Mr Ward and Mr Underwood to challenge me so I could work my way back into contendership for the Bombshell title that they would offer me a the challenge of the Roulette title.”

From the side, two older ladies turn to Sam and one brings a hand up with one finger pressed to her lips in the classic shhh pose.  Sam offers a self-conscious smile and nods then crooks her finger to invite the camera closer and lowers her voice.  “Now if you had asked me, I probably would have had me facing someone one on one in a lower card match considering that I have had a real win problem recently.  I won my last match but that was my last match…the matches before that weren’t that good for me.”  Sam again pauses as she sips at the drink and then sets it on the table in front of her to focus on it as if looking for what to add to the comments.

“Don’t get me wrong,” she adds slowly.  “I am flattered that management seems to think that I have what it takes to be in the Roulette title match.  After all, I was only looking forward to wrestling on the show and now I am looking forward to possibly winning the Roulette title.  And if I do, I look forward to doing it proud by defending it to the best of my abilities.  I don’t want to let Christian Underwood or Mark Ward down which means that I am going to fight tooth and nail to deserve it and do my best to win the match.”

The lady gets up and moves towards Sam who smiles as she looks at Sam then towards the camera.  “Who are you talking to young lady?” she asks the redhead.

Sam gives her a look and then looks at the camera with her.  “I am talking to the fans…”

The lady looks at the camera then Sam and shakes her head.  “You realize that the first sign of insanity is speaking to yourself.  And you look like someone that isn’t crazy.  So stop talking to yourself and just enjoy your drink and let the rest of us enjoy ours,” says the lady angrily before putting her hands on her hips.  Sam gives her a guilty look and then nods slowly before looking at the camera and shrugging as she mouths goodbye to the camera and then snaps her fingers again which freezes everything.

“Ah nuts!  BEN!!!”

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The soft glow of dawn can barely be seen as a taxi pulls into the parking lot in front of a rather squat building with a large sign that is lit up.  A big window beams with a welcoming glow as inside, a group of people can be seen gathered around a large work area that is lit up with dials and switches and above them hang boom microphones.

The door of the cab opens to reveal a rather tired looking redhead who has her hair pulled back in a rather loose ponytail and dressed in a pair of jeans and a rather worn sweatshirt with University of Nevada on it over a black tank top.  Her sneakers squeak slightly on the pavement as she steps out of the cab, her attention on the window.  Suddenly from behind her, the voice of the cab driver pulls her out of her thoughts as he demands the fare.  Reaching into her bag that is slung casually over her shoulder, she sheepishly blushes as she counts out the money and hands it over, waving off the offer of change with a smile as she backs away and heads towards the window.  

Inside, one of the group catches a glimpse of Sam Marlowe and motions to someone that can’t be seen to go and open the door and once that is done the man motions for Sam to head to the door to her right.  A moment later a young lady pops her head out of the door with a smile and motions Sam inside.

“Hey there,” the young woman says as the door closes behind her and Sam as they walk into the building.  “I’m the producer of the Morning Hot Tub, they call me Pancake.”

“Y’all let them call you that?” asks Sam skeptically as the producer laughs and shakes her head.  Softly from the ceiling, the sound of the people in the booth can be heard talking.  

“I don’t mind,” she offers.  “Anyways, let’s go and meet the gang once they finish this spot and start playing a new song.”  Just as she says that, the sound of New Romantics begins over the words of one of the men in the booth.  As it fades up, the light indicates that Sam and Pancake can walk into the studio.  As they do, the four disc jockeys get to their feet and move towards the pair offering Sam a smile as the bearded man holds out his hand towards the redhead.

“Hi, I’m Mauler and I have to tell you that I am so excited to have you here,” he says.  “Normally it is usually the big name companies that end up coming to Ottawa but I went to the show you guys had here before and man, I can’t wait to see this Violent Conduct that is coming to Ottawa on the weekend.”  His smile is infectious as Sam returns the hand shake with her own smile and nod before having her hand released then grabbed by a blonde woman who just waves off Mauler’s gushing with her free hand.

“Don’t mind him, he is fanboying,” she says as she pumps Sam’s hand.  “I’m Jenni and I am the one that tries to keep these two in line on air.”  She motions to Mauler and then the other man who smirks at her and raises one hand to pat her on her head.

“She is so precious isn’t she Mauler?” says the man with the curly hair as he once more pats Jenni on the head only to have her brush it off as she growls ‘Rush!’.  Sam raises one hand and lowers her head slightly, enough to hide the giggle that is barely caught in time.  Rush offers her a wink as he extends a hand.  “As Jenni here growled, I’m Rush, and it is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you…Rush,” answers Sam.  “Is it just Rush or is there anything else?”

“You can just call me Rush,” he replies before moving back to his spot behind the booth set up.  Mauler moves to his seat as a woman with long hair approaches Sam and offers her hand.  Jenni offers a smile as she moves to her seat as Sam is greeted by the last person of the group.  “And I am Josie, nice to meet you,” she adds as she shakes Sam’s hand then moves to her own spot.  As she does, the song begins to wind down and Mauler brings up his microphone as Pancake motions for Sam to be quiet.

“That was Taylor Swift and the New Romantics.  It is six forty five in the morning and we are the Morning Hot Tub.   As you know, Sin City Wrestling will be here in the capital on Sunday night for their supercard Violent Conduct three.   We have been joined in the studio by one of the Bombshells of SCW and we will be talking with her live after this…”  Mauler presses a button as he switches off his microphone and motions for Sam to join him.

Moving around the room, Sam gingerly sits herself down on the chair that has been pulled up for her as Pancake hands her a set of headphones.  Placing them over her ears Sam looks over to see Mauler smiling with his thumbs up.  Nodding, she offers her own thumbs up as Pancake moves a spare microphone in front of Sam and then moves off to begin the countdown to the end of commercials.  As the final few words of the commercial play, Mauler reaches for the switch to the microphones.

“We are back at Hot Eighty Nine Nine and we are joined by Samantha Marlowe, one of the Bombshells of Sin City Wrestling who will be at TD Place arena this coming Sunday night.  Say hello Samantha,” says Mauler as he points to Sam.

“Hey y’all,” says Sam as she leans closer to the microphone.  “And please call me Sam, calling me Samantha makes me think I am in trouble or something,” she adds jokingly.  

“All right Sam it is,” says Rush as he leans back in his chair and addresses his microphone.  “So, Mauler here says that Sin City Wrestling has its supercard Violent Conduct coming up this weekend and you are in one of the matches on the show.   Tell us about it.”

Sam thinks for a moment then addresses the microphone as her hands curl around the cup of coffee silently put in front of her by Pancake.  “Well, I don’t know if y’all know anything about SCW but the company is one of the best indy promotions out there and we are based in Vegas down in the States.”

“Indy promotion,” comments Jenni questioningly.  

“Independent promotion…It means we aren’t one of the bigger named companies that are in everyone’s faces.  But if you ask me, I would say that we are right up there with those guys.  The level of talent we have is awesome.  And I ain’t just saying that.  I have been in the ring with a lot of the women in the company so I am speaking the truth,” says Sam as she warms to the interview.

“I see,” says Mauler before he looks over at Sam.  “I have heard that there are some people in the company that actually come here in Ottawa.  Connor Murphy and Vixen are natives of the city.  Have you ever gotten in the ring with either of them?”

Sam shakes her head, the loose ponytail whipping at her cheeks.  “I can’t say I have been in the ring with Connor because the superstars and bombshells aren’t to face each other.   And as for Vixen, I am new to the company and she had retired before I got there.  But a friend of mine suggested that I look her up to help me in the ring so yeah I have faced her across a ring but only in training.”  

Sam takes a sip of her drink as Mauler speaks up once more.  “The last time that Sin City Wrestling was in town, Vixen stepped out and spoke about a return and you yourself had a match against Veronica Taylor.  This time, ten months later, Vixen still hasn’t made a return but you have.  So will you be facing Veronica Taylor again or will you be in a different match?”

“I remember that night and I remember submitting Veronica Taylor to the Sammi wrap but this card has me in a different match all together,” offers Sam.  “I actually am in a title match at Violent Conduct against two other bombshells.”

“A triple treat!” exclaims Rush as he leans forward, his eyebrows waggling as Mauler can only shake his head.  “I think you mean triple threat Rush,” says Mauler before turning to Sam once more.  “Now that we have set him straight, this triple threat match seems like it will be right up your alley won’t it?  I mean you are fighting for a title after all.”

“Well I don’t mean to sound cocky but yeah, I think I have a good chance in that match for sure.  After all, I am a former champion after all,” says Sam which gets her a surprised look from Rush.  “Of course at the time I was the Bombshell world champion.  Sunday night though, I am not going for the Bombshell title, I am going to be facing Mercedes Vargas and Melody Grace in a match for the Bombshell Internet title.”

“Isn’t that a step down,” asks Josie as Jenni nods beside her, “to go from being a world champion to being the Internet one?  No disrespect but if it was me, I would think that.”

“None taken Josie,” says Sam.  “Yeah, if you look at the ranking of the titles, the Internet title is the second tier title and the World Bombshell title would be the holy grail but all the titles in SCW are held by very talented people.  If I wanted to challenge for the Bombshell title I do have my rematch clause that I had in my contract…”

Mauler looks at Sam with his eyebrows drawn together.  “You mean you could have been in the match for the Bombshell World title and you said no?”

“I wasn’t given the chance to be in the Bombshell World title so instead I was booked to face Mercedes and Melody for Melody’s Bombshell Internet title.  Now before you give me the riot act, let me explain something about me and the way things are in SCW.”  

Before she can say anything else, Mauler holds up his hand.  “Right now we have to take a commercial break, so Sam, can you hold that thought.  And speaking of holds, Rush has offered to help us demonstrate the Sammi wrap so you have to stay tuned…”

As the commercial begins to play, Sam’s laughter as well as a huff from Rush can barely be heard.  As the microphones cut, Rush turns to Mauler.  “What the hell Maul?  Offering to put me in the hold?  Like that ain’t right and I am not going to do it!” Rush exclaims.  Mauler smirks but Jenni can’t help but speak up. “Are you saying Rush that you would let a girl beat you?”

The taunt hits home as Rush shakes his head negatively.  Getting to his feet he moves around the desk towards Sam and stopping in front of her, he looks down and puts both hands on his hips.  “Okay Sam, I’ll let you put me in the hold but you gotta promise that if you can’t hold me you won’t be disappointed.”

Sam looks at the others then at Rush.  “Are you sure you want to do this.  I mean I can show you the hold but I can also make sure that you don’t have to do it,” Sam offers only to be greeted by a negative response from Rush.  Mauler motions for the return to air as Rush stands beside Sam who slowly gets to her feet.  

“We are back and we are live with Sin city Wrestling Bombshell Sam Marlowe who is going to put Rush in her hold called the Sammi Wrap.   While you prepare Rush, care to tell us what the Sammi Wrap is Sam?”

Sam leans forward awkwardly as she doesn’t realize that she doesn’t need to be right near the microphone.  “Well basically it is a guillotine choke hold that is a submission hold that stops a person in their tracks.  If you get the hold in correctly, there is very little that can be done to escape it.”

“For our listeners out there, Sam is getting ready to put Rush into the hold and if you want to see the results, go to eightynineninedotcom.  So Sam, time to Crush Rush…”

“This isn’t time to Crush Rush, Mauler, this is a physical thing.  And I don’t think she has what it takes to crush me anyways,” taunts Rush as Sam takes off her headset then moves towards Rush.  He prepares as she helps him to the floor of the booth and pulls his head under her arm and then locks in the Sammi Wrap loosely.  Jenni can’t help but laugh as Rush struggles hard to try and get out of it.

“Are you okay Rush,” says Mauler with a laugh as Rush can be heard to mumble something that really can’t be said on air.  Sam releases him slowly as she offers him an apologetic smile.  “There you have it, Rush has been crushed already once today and pretty soon we will be looking to go two for two.  But for right now, we still have Sam Marlowe here and there is something I have been dying to ask her to do so come back right after this.”   Mauler switches the microphones off as the call sign of the radio station begins to play.  

When both get to their feet, Sam offers her hand to Rush who shakes it and teasingly pulls her into a headlock.  After a pat on the head, he releases her and then rushes around the desk once more and slides his headphones on quickly to prevent Sam from retaliating which only makes her laugh.  Mauler stands up and moves his boom microphone between the two of them as the countdown to return is done.  Rush reaches over and switches on the microphone.

“Mauler here and I am about to do something that not very many people get to do and that is cut a wrestling promo against Sam Marlowe, SCW Bombshell and quite possibly the Bombshell Internet champion after Sunday.  So let me get into character,” says Mauler as he appears to try to be bulking up as Sam can’t help but hold her midsection in laughter.  “Listen Marlowe, this week at the supercard I am going to kick your rear end all over that six sided ring and there will only be two things you can do about it…take it and like it!”

Jenni breaks into laughter right over the air as Rush’s eyebrow rises in surprise at his broadcast partner who begins to flex and stretch.  Jenni’s laughter slows as she coughs and then looks at Sam.  “So Sam, what do you think…does Mauler have what it takes to make a good wrestling promo?”

Sam wipes at the tears of laughter on her face before nodding her head.  “Oh he definitely has something y’all,” she teases before breaking into laughter once more.  Mauler smirks at her comment as he once more begins to flex before acting like he got a Charlie horse.  Rush rolls his eyes as he pulls the microphone over to his lips and then addresses it.  “While we get something to help Mauler, let’s thanks Sam Marlowe for stopping into the station to have a chat.  You can see Sam and the rest of the superstars and Bombshells at Sunday night’s Violent Conduct Three at TD Place Arena,” says Rush before Mauler adds, “and here is Let it Go by Def Leppard…”

Sam’s theme begins to play as Mauler turns off the microphones. Once that is done, the four surround Sam to offer her thanks for being on the show and asking for her to take a picture with them in front of the Hot 89.9 sign.  The group moves against the wall where the sign is and pose as Pancake pulls out a camera and motions to the five to get close.  Mauler puts Rush in a headlock as Sam looks on in seeming shock.  The song is getting to the end as the picture is taken and the quartet move back to their microphones as Sam moves to leave the studio.  Another song begins to play as Pancake moves off to call Sam a taxi.

“There goes Sam Marlowe, everyone wave,” says Jenni as Rush and Mauler begin to talk about the Crush Rush segment and asking for the Hotties to call.  Sam stops at the window as she watches the antics as she waits for her taxi.  She can’t hear them but the group seems to be having a lot of fun inside. Turning at the arrival of her taxi, Sam gives them a last wave before sliding into the car and shutting the door.

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It has been fun and games the last two weeks.  I mean I could be sitting here and doing nothing but training for the match coming up at Violent Conduct.  Oh don’t you worry, I was doing that but I was also doing what we don’t normally get a chance to do.  We have been in so many different cities and half the time it is a whirlwind of flying in, wrestling and then flying out.  But luckily I have been given an opportunity to take a little time for me and I took advantage for sure.

I realized that I am in a very strong position going into Violent Conduct this weekend because I have done nothing but think. I have thought about why it could be that I was put in the match and I thought about how I could make history again.  I thought about how I could be on the road to doing something that no one has ever done in this company and that is be the closer for a title.  Think about it, Mikah was the Bombshell champion that no one wanted to face…see where I am going with the similarities…and what happened…first she challenged all the bombshells to step to her and everyone that did fell by the wayside.  Then there was me, content to work my way to the Roulette title and was given one hell of an opportunity by Mikah and was given a shot at her title.  The rest was history when I beat her one two three in the middle of the ring and took the title from the dominant and undefeated champion at the time.  Now we have Melody Grace, a dominant undefeated Bombshell Internet champion who has challenged everyone to step to her but no one wants to face her for reasons I will get into later but still, no one wanted to get in the ring with her except Mercedes Vargas who lost to her.  Everyone lost to Melody in the recent past which just made her talk like Mikah used to.  And guess what, her next title defense is against the person who really didn’t want to be in the title match against Melody.

That’s right, once again Sam Marlowe is in the match against an undefeated champion for a chance at a title.  This is where you cross your eyes and spit through a needle to try and cheat fate in lightning striking twice.  The only difference is the title.   Then it was the Bombshell World title, this time it is the Bombshell Internet title and when you realize that for all that Melody talks a good game, she really hasn’t faced me before so she doesn’t really know what I could be capable of now does she.

I will freely admit the last few weeks haven’t been great for my win loss record and yeah, she could probably be proven right when she says that I have done nothing recently to prove that I deserve the shot at her title.  I get that, and I really don’t care what Melody thinks about me and the fact that my last few matches were losses.  I guess when you wrestle not at one hundred percent, yeah you will end up having losses.  So I figured that for this match I need to be one hundred and ten percent and believe you me on Sunday, I will be.  

I think though that, and forgive me for stating facts but I don’t really think that Melody has that much to brag about being the champion she has been.  Yeah sure, she beat a couple of people in a couple of matches and overcame Mark Ward putting her through hell to win the title but then what did she do?  Let me remind you of something Melody, when you are champion, you need to be front and center.  Take your man, he has ego to spare and has stood five feet in front of anyone in the company as champion since he won the title and what have you done really?  

For the first little bit of your title reign, you were under a twenty four seven title defense rule and what did you do?  You hid, you let your boyfriend protect your title.  How proud can you be of that?  You did nothing but cowered like some greedly child not wanting to share their toy.  For that amount of time, you were just a paper champion…or worse because you were a coward.  Harsh words I know but still, I don’t claim to be anything but a straight shooter and I am telling it like it is.  It’s not like it is something I am making up to make me look better in the match Mel, it’s documented for crying out loud.  Your James protected your title to make his Melly happy which of course would make him happy.

Then little by little you came out of your shell.  You managed to scrape up a win to end the twenty four seven threat and once that happened you realized that maybe you could actually back up the hype of being Ms J2H.  Then you decided that maybe just maybe you were just like your man, untouchable and started to talk like a champion.  And that is where I began to just shake my head.  You started to talk like you were all that and a bag of chips like my Daddy says.  

And for the longest time you were until you lost to Mikah recently and with that loss you started to get whiny claiming you were cheated by the referee, that they were unfair to Lil Ms Sunshine because you are taking the loss to heart.  You couldn’t woman up and admit that maybe someone could beat you.  But someone did.  And now come Violent Conduct what are you going to do if god forbid you get beaten again?

I will admit it Mel, maybe I shouldn’t be in this match.  After all I have lost my last three matches and seriously maybe I should have just been given a match more to my talents.  To hear you talk, I should be curtain jerking because I have lost so much.  But I also know that yeah maybe I have lost a few matches but last time I checked, I was a two time World Bombshell champion.  Matter of fact I was the youngest ever World Bombshell champion.  And I won that title in my rookie year here in SCW.  So the next time Melody you want to questions why I was given this opportunity, I want you to look back a little farther than just the last few matches and I want you to realize that I fought my way to this opportunity.  I earned a shot at this title because maybe management wanted to give you a challenge since you claim you haven’t gotten any so far.

Maybe you really should be careful what you wish for.  You might just get it.

Then I just have to address Mercedes Vargas.  Considering you are the other threat in this match.  There are three of us you know and I did just talk about Melody so you are the next one to talk about.  I have to say that I am lookin’ forward to this match between you and me.  After all we have had our other matches and you have had my number for a couple of them but when we step into the ring at Supercards, that is where I have the better record compared to you.  Now not to brag because we both know that is just asking for bad karma.  But when it comes to us, I just like keep things real.

But I know that any given day you have the ability to beat anyone in this company.  Heck, I know you are the historian when it comes to Sin City Wrestling and you could tell me each and every time the Internet title was won, who won it, how many matches they have been in.  I have to ask you Mercedes, when it comes to matches that I am challenging for a title for a first time, what usually happens?  If you say that I tend to win those matches, you would be right.  First time I challenged for the Bombshell title I won that title…this is my first time challenging for the Bombshell Internet title and frankly, I am thinking that I am pretty confident as I step into the ring.  Given I could theoretically walk out with my second title in the quartet to be half way to the grand slam title that very few Bombshells have laid claim to.

But as much as I want to trash you to make me look better, I just can’t.  Not only because I respect the hell out of you but because of what you represent and what you have done in this company.  Do you realize that you hold records…of course you do.  And you are one of the women that have the ability to claim you are a Grand Slam champion.  You are someone that I can only hope to emulate but to do that I have to do something this week that will start me on that path and that is beat you and Melody for the Bombshell Internet title.

So Violent Conduct…triple threat for the Bombshell Internet title…three women, one winner…are you ready?

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There is the sound of a pounding on a door that brings Sam out of a bedroom, her hair a mess as she stretches slightly in a long tee and a pair of booty shorts.  Padding barefooted across the floor she hears the door knocker again and reaches to look out the peep hole.  Seeing no one, she pulls away, her hand moving to her hair to ruffle it as she shakes her head and turns away from the door only to hear another knock.  Turning back, she reaches for the door knob and twists it to yank open the door which reveals a woman bent down to check on a little girl who smiles at Sam.

“Mama,” says the youngster as she points up at the redhead before putting her thumb in her mouth.  The woman looks up and smiles herself as she straightens up.  Sam gets excited as she rushes towards the woman.

“Vixen!” she cries as she hugs the woman who hugs her back.  “What are you doing here?”

Vixen gives her a look of ‘really?’ before reaching down to pick up Bijou.  As she does, she walks inside as Sam backs into the room.  She sets the little girl down then turns back to Sam.  “Well, since you did ask, I am here to prepare you for your match this week.  Considering what is going to be happening and who you are facing, I figured that I couldn’t just leave you on your own for this.  And with it being here in my hometown, of course I was contacted by management asking me if I wanted to be here for it.”

Moving deeper into the apartment, Sam can’t help but laugh.  “Yeah I really need the help,” she jokes before turning to see Vixen giving her a hard look.  “What?”

“If you are taking it this seriously maybe you don’t need the help to lose the match,” replies Vixen as Bijou moves towards the kitchen dragging her mother behind her.  

“You were being serious?” asks Sam, a now sheepish look on her face.  “I thought you were joking around.  After all, I thought you said that I was ready before Toronto, but here you are now and I don’t know what to think.”

Vixen stops and turns to Sam to put a hand on her shoulder and offer her a small grimace.  “That was before I found out you were facing Melody Grace for her title and that Mercedes was also in the match.  That is when I decided that I would come up a few days early and get some training in.  Because you see, I have faced Mercedes like you have but even though I haven’t faced Melody, I have faced the person that probably trained her so you need to realize that you are going to need a crash course on how to beat a certain Aussie sensation’s BFF.  So first things first, you get ready to go and Bijou and I are going to grab a drink and we will be waiting for you outside.  You got…” Vixen looks at her wrist then back up at Sam.  “Five minutes.  Oh and pack an overnight bag.”

Intrigued, Sam stands there for a moment before Vixen begins to count down.  Realizing she is serious, Sam rushes towards the bedroom.  Exactly four minutes and fifty five seconds later, she is struggling with her shoe as she hops towards Vixen who is about to leave the condo.  Grabbing her bag and keys, Sam follows behind Vixen and shuts the door, inserts the key and locks it.  Turning, Sam joins Vixen at the rental car she has parked outside.  Motioning for Sam to get in the passenger seat, Vixen straps in her daughter then slides behind the wheel to start the car.  

The trio of girls head out and Vixen guides the car towards the Queensway.  Sam looks at Vixen as they pass the Y near her house before getting on the on ramp.  “Where are we going Vix?  The gym is that way…” Sam says her voice fading as she realizes that Vixen isn’t stopping.

“We are going to do some real training and I have arranged with a friend of mine to get it done,” she says as she guns the engine and slips across to the fast lane of the Queensway.  “He’s stationed in Petawawa so we’ll head there and then spend the night at the farm where Spike and Kit are.”

“What is a Petawawa and why would you want to?” teases Sam.

Vixen can’t help but laugh before giving Sam a look.  “Petawawa is an army base and we are going there to work on some prep for your match.  Sit back and relax.  So, have you heard anything from Melody or Mercedes?” asks Vixen.

Sam shakes her head negatively.  “Nope, not a word really.  I mean I am sure they are talking but I just haven’t really wanted to get into listening to what they had to say.  I mean I see all the stuff that Melody posts on Twitter and haven’t really seen anything from Mercedes at all,” replies Sam.

Vixen thinks about it and nods.  “Sounds about right,” she offers.  “I mean I could tell you stories about how Melody’s friend would do the same things.  Oh I would hear stories but when it came right down to it, she wouldn’t really go public with her talking but you knew in your heart of hearts she was probably somewhere talking sh…bad about you and questioning your ability and all that.  And if Melody is just like Odette, I tell you that all she wants is to be the center of attention in this match.  And how she does it is by being a bi…bad girl and talking bad about her opponents.”

Sam sighs.  “I know I have been seeing her at the shows talk like she is some kind of champion queen that is so put upon because she has no challengers.  Given how she has been as champion, really makes me agree that no one wanted to face her because of the way she acts.”

“All sunshine and rainbows and unicorns unless it goes her way I bet,” offers Vixen.  “Sounds so very familiar and the next thing will be if she wins she will start to get even more unbearable and if she loses she will be ready to hang em up.  Believe it or not, sounds very déjà vu ish if you ask me.   Sounds very much like Odette Stevens to me.”

“Who is Odette Stevens?” asks Sam.  “I don’t think I have heard of her.”

“Odette is Melody’s best friend and the one that brought Melody to Sin City Wrestling,” admits Vixen as they speed down the highway.  Before Vixen can continue, Bijou calls from the backseat asking for her mother to turn on the music.  Vixen gives Sam an apologetic look and then reaches for the radio and turns on the music for her daughter as she turns to look out the window lost in her own thoughts.  

An hour later, the pair exit the car at the entrance to a gym that is filled with military women in uniforms.  Nearby a man smiles as he approaches.  “Foxy, tu est en retard mon amie!”

“Guertin!” exclaims Vixen before she is grabbed in a big hug from the uniformed soldier.  “Put me down you silly man.  I’m a married woman you know!”

“I’m still jealous,” taunts Guertin before letting Vixen go.   Vixen moves towards Sam and brings her towards the soldier.  “This is my friend Sam and she is looking to get some combat training in.  I knew that the gym at the Y wouldn’t have what I would need to get her ready for her match so I thought I would call in the few favours you owe me and give her some UAC skills for facing Melody and Mercedes.”

“UAC?  What are you talking about Vixen?” demands Sam who gives her a suspicious look.  “I ain’t in the army and I don’t know if I could be.”

“Don’t worry Sammi, just going to give you a crash course on unarmed combat is all,” says Vixen as she motions for Guertin to lead them into the base gym.  “When I am done, there won’t be anything that Melody or Mercedes can throw at you that you will not be prepared for.  So let’s get started shall we?”  Vixen opens the door to the gym and waves Sam and Bijou through.  

Guertin follows at a slower pace, holding back slightly.  In French, he confronts his friend about what she is going to be teaching Sam.  Turning slightly, Sam can hear them talking but can’t decipher what they are saying in the other language.  Looking down at Bijou, she smiles a little.  “What’s Mama saying little one?”

Bijou looks at her mother then calls out to her.  Vixen catches up the little girl and walks towards Sam.  “Why don’t you warm up with Guertin putting you through some exercises while I get ready.”  Vixen walks away as Sam pus her bag down then turns to the soldier with a smile.  He motions her towards the mats as Vixen disappears into the change room.

Ten minutes later, Vixen appears as Sam flops onto the mat after her fiftieth push up.  “You haven’t tired her out have you,” Vixen says to her friend only to get a shake of the head.  Sam gets to her hands and knees then to her feet.  Vixen nods at the fact that Sam got to her feet.  “Ok, now you are ready to get a real lesson.”

Vixen leads Sam towards the wrestling mats and then waves her to lock up with her.  Sam rolls her neck and locks up with Vixen only to be spun into a headlock then hammerlock then another headlock.  “Jeez Vixen…what the hell?”

“Melody and Mercedes aren’t going to be going easy on you, this is a title match Sam.  So you need to be more steps than you can count ahead of what they might do.  You saw how easy it was for me to put you in the headlock in the first place.  You can’t give them any opening.”

Sam glares at Vixen, her mind going back to a conversation she had with Spike after the Blast from the Past loss.  He told her that Vixen believes in not losing focus.  Sam nods and then moves towards Vixen again, this time instead of locking up in a collar and elbow, Sam ducks under the grasp and takes Vixen down with a single leg takedown that Vixen twists into a single leg takedown to bring Sam to the mat and locks on a leg bar.  Frustrated, Sam slams her hands on the mat then rolls away from Vixen who begins to smile realizing she is getting to Sam but is surprised by Sam rushing in once more this time catching Vixen with a hip toss that brings her to the mat.

“That’s it Sam, don’t get mad, don’t lose focus, just keep attacking.  If they don’t stop you, you stop them,” offers Vixen.  Now show me again what you need to do in that ring.”

Getting to her feet, Vixen crouches slightly as she brings up her hand and motions for Sam to attack as the scene fades out on the pair locking up and Sam managing to catch Vixen in the head lock only to scream in pain as Vixen reverses it.

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I can start to feel the excitement beginning to build, I really can.  In mere days I will be stepping into the ring with Mercedes Vargas and Melody Grace and I think I am ready, or at least as ready as I will ever be.

After the training session with Vixen at CFB Petawawa, I still ache but you want to know something, that ache isn’t there to make it easy for me to be beaten, it is there to motivate me.  Because you know that once I fight past that ache and the pain and the memories of the recent losses, I am not going to stop until I have what I want.

That’s right, I realized what was holding me back.  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to face Melody it was because I thought in my ego that I was above her.  I thought that I was too big of a Bombshell to even bother with the lower tier titles and their holders.  I was a two time Bombshell champion and I thought I was better than the Bombshell Internet title.  Can you believe it?  Me, Sam Marlowe believed in my own hype and I let it blind me to what I really wanted.

Now before you say it is that I want to work my way to the Bombshell title again, that is part of it.  But it is also about shutting up the naysayers who don’t believe I deserve what I have been given.  It is about proving that no matter what, I am a force to be reckoned with.  Hell, I am one of the best bombshells in the company but everyone writes me off because I have lost a few matches.  Yeah so I did.  But I have also won matches too.  Like beating a certain Mikah, the same Mikah that recently beat Melody in a non-title match.  

I have beat Mercedes Vargas and I have been beaten by Mercedes as well.  And when I step in the ring I am quite sure that she and I see eye to eye.  We won’t be friends in the ring but we both respect each other enough to see each other as the threat we are.  

But there is one unknown for me and that is Melody Grace.  I have never faced her and I never thought I would face her either.  She had her matches and I had mine.  She dominated the Internet title scene…well, sometimes dominated and sometimes hid behind a protective boyfriend’s wanting to keep a title on his girl.  And now she has taken the bit and run with it by being overconfident in the fact she hasn’t had to woman up and really defend her title.  Well on Sunday she will definitely have to defend her title against someone that has decided they are no longer above the Bombshell Internet title.

I should never consider myself better than any title.  Just because I started at the top with championships doesn’t mean that I can’t be ambitious for other titles.  And my appetite for the Bombshell Internet title has been whetted and now it is a desire that is grown in me.  So Melody, Mercedes, I want you to realize just what this is going to mean for the two of you.  It means that Sam Marlowe is coming to Violent Conduct to take the title and there will be nothing you can do to stop me.

Good luck ladies.  

You are going to need it.

 Monte Christopher stood outside of Sam Marlowe’s house, his one hand raised to knock, his other holding a bag from a local grocery with a small paper wrapped bouquet of flowers.  Whistling softly, his knuckles connect with the solid wood of the door.  After a moment, the portal is opened by a rather annoyed and pale Samantha Marlowe who widens the door to allow him to enter.  She turns without saying a word and stalks back towards the living room.  Monte comes inside and shuts the door, a confused look on his face as he sets down the bag that had been in his arm and follows her.

“Sam sweetheart, are you ok?” he asks the redhead who slowly crawls back into the nest of blankets on the couch.  Moving to sit beside her, he is taken aback by the glare levelled at him.  “Whoa, what has got you in a mood?”

Sam’s voice is pitched low and vibrates with suppressed annoyance.  

“You sold me out,” she says.  “You told Jamie about the fact that I was laid up and that my doctor prescribed me bed rest!” she exclaims in a rather tight voice.  

“Well I figured that you would listen to him,” answers Monte with a smile.  “Considering that you were not listening to your doctor or me.  I would have gotten that Ben to help too but I couldn’t remember his twitter handle or email.  What’s the big deal Sam?”  

“The big deal Montgomery is that Jamie and Ben didn’t know,” responds Sam, the use of his full name causing him to cringe.  “I don’t tell Jamie or Ben or anyone for that matter how bad things are with me,” she adds.  “They don’t have to worry about me because I tend to take care of myself.  They have too much going on in their lives to have to worry about mine.  Besides, I don’t like to share things like that.”

Samantha snuggles deeper into the blankets as if they were some kind of protective shield.  Monte tilts his head at Sam’s comments.  “You are telling me that you never told Jamie or Ben, your friends, how sick you were and are?  Hell Sam that is not something that you keep to yourself.”

Sam turns her eyes towards Monte and raises one eyebrow.  “I may not have told them but also, they didn’t ask.  So why share it huh?  Besides, I am getting better and I should be out of bed but thanks to you, I have to stay in it for today because Jamie is threatening to use the info you gave him to let my doctor know that I am ignoring his advice.  Thanks Monte!” she huffs.

Holding his hands up in surrender, Monte manages to shoot an apologetic look at Sam.  “Well sorry for caring.  I mean what else was I supposed to do when the girl I am dating is out to make herself more ill than she already is.  When I found you the other day it didn’t look too good for you.  And a stay in the hospital wasn’t on your list of priorities I suppose either.  And from what I am gathering, there is going to be a night when you are booked for a match and will need to get ready for it.  So take the one more day of bedrest, enjoy it because knowing you, when they book you, you are going to kick your own butt training for whoever they put you in the ring with.”

Sam grumbles but doesn’t argue with Monte.  He smiles softly as one hand moves to caress along a faintly fevered cheek.  “I am going to the kitchen and I am going to cook you up a Christopher family recipe for making people well again.  And you are going to sit here and you are going to relax or I am going to call Jamie and have him give you the whatfor.”

Sam can’t help but giggle as Monte begins to wag his finger at her.  “Okay okay, you win for now.  I am relaxing on the couch but you won’t stop me from beginning training tomorrow.  I already made a call to Vixen and she said I could head over to the Dungeon and train,” she says.

“As long as you take it easy missy,” Monte replies.  

“Oh I will,” promises Sam, her fingers tangled in her lap.

Monte leans over and gently places his lips against the red curls teasing at her forehead.  “That’s my girl,” he says before standing and heading towards the kitchen living Sam to relax in the living room.

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Two days later, Sam can be seen in the ring of the Staggs Dungeon with Vixen on the outside calling out to the redhead who is practicing bumps on the mat.  One final bump leaves a now sweaty and tired Sam in a heap on the canvas as Vixen rolls into the ring and walks towards her.

“Okay kiddo,” offers Vixen as she holds out a hand towards Sam.  “From what you told me, you are in no shape to be going this hard,” adds Vixen once Sam grabs her hand and moves to a sitting position.  “Now, I want you to tell me what is what and don’t think you can hide anything from me.”

Sam sighs as she rests her arms on her upturned knees.  “I need to get back into fighting shape because this week I have finally been booked again and it is against Mercedes Vargas and this woman is tough…double tough.  She beat me and put an end to my first title reign.  Since then…I don’t know I feel like I have to prove something,” says Sam as she looks at Vixen, a mixture of sadness and determination on her face.  

“I remember you told me that she beat you because you lost your focus on her and put it on Crystal Millar.  And you won the title back again,” says Vixen as she kneels down on a level with Sam.  “Granted you lost again but to Crystal Millar but don’t ever let me hear you doubting your ability.  Hell, if you only knew how many matches I went through to earn the titles I did.  So what you have to prove that you belong in that ring and at that level.  If you have any doubts about it, you have to remember, you have done some pretty amazing things yourself.”

Sam smiles and looks as if she is contemplating Vixen’s last comment.  “You’re right you know.  I have done some pretty amazing things,” teases Sam as she gets to her feet.

“Don’t get cocky,” warns Vixen who straightens and moves to the ropes.  “So, tell me where you have the show this week.”

“It’s in Toronto,” says Sam as she joins Vixen at the ropes.

Vixen shoots Sam a look of surprise as she sits on the middle rope to allow Sam to exit the ring.  “Toronto you say?  This weekend?  Were you able to find a place to stay at all?” asks Vixen.

Sam shakes her head.  “I’ve tried a couple of places but everything seem to be booked up or so far away from the venue that I guess I am flying up that day and then flying back that night.  Which sucks because it would mean I won’t have time to relax or anything that day.”

Vixen gives Sam a look then jumping off the apron of the ring, she heads to the office and pulls out a small ring of keys, flipping through them until she comes to one that is on an Ottawa Ontario keychain.  Turning back to Sam, she holds it out.

“You are welcome to stay at my place,” offers Vixen with a smile.

“But Vixen, you live in Vegas?” begins Sam only to be interrupted by the other woman.

“I kept my condo in Ottawa as well as the farmhouse we have.  Since Devlin got his own place, you are more than welcome to stay there.  And why not make it a vacation for you and stay there til Violent Conduct is over.  That way, you got a place to stay near Toronto that flying in and out of is a breeze.  And you can spend the next two weeks in Ottawa preparing for the supercard if they give you a match there.”

Sam look surprised at Vixen then hugs her trainer.  “Thanks Vixen, I think I might take you up on that.”

Vixen hugs her back then steps back slightly, her hands still on Sam’s shoulder.  “You have to promise me one thing…I am going to make you an appointment to see Guertin, an old army buddy of mine.  He’s going to help you train once you are up there.  Treat him like you would treat me and the two of you will get along great.  But tell him that I told you to tell him to go easy or I will be up to kick his derriere once more.”

Sam can’t help but laugh at that but Vixen’s face shows that she is serious.  Sam takes the offered keys and takes them to her bag to attach them to her keychain.  The scene fades out on Vixen and Sam moving back into the gym toward the ring discussing strategy.

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Sam Marlowe is LIVE:

Mercedes, here I am in Ottawa Ontario Canada and I am getting ready to head to Toronto this weekend to face you one on one in the ring.  Now I know that you and I have had our matches and ups and downs but it is and always has been about giving the fans the matches they deserve.  Hell I have a lot of respect for you and I know that you are very capable of kicking my rear end when push comes to shove.  But you also respect the fact that I could very well do the same to you.

You have seen what I am capable of in the ring.  You have even said that I am no fluke when it comes to what happens in the ring.  I have done things in the last thirteen months that some people have yet to say they have done.  I have won titles in that one year that have taken other women years to win if they had even won them at all.  We both know that you are the one that can quote match and verse of every Climax Control and supercard like some kind of A&E documentary.  

And I have to say that I appreciate the fact that you respect me and my capabilities in that ring.  After all you have stepped into the ring and seen me lose focus and a title to you.  You have seen me beat you and another woman for the Bombshell title.  And you have seen me lose that title twice.  So no one knows better just what can happen in that ring.  

But Mercedes, I also have to remind you of something else.  Win lose or draw in that match, I am not going to be anything but me in that ring and we both know that when I set my mind to it, I can be damn dangerous in the ring.  

So before we meet at Climax Control I have three things to say to you…

Number one, I respect the hell out of you.  You are someone that I consider it an honor to step into the ring with and put a show on for the fans.

Number two, I am gonna apologize now for anything that happens in that ring on Sunday.  I am fighting to prove that I deserve to be in the upper ranks of the bombshells and if that means beating the living hell out of you or else, I am willing to deliver that beating any time or anywhere.

And finally number three, this match is going to be another one for the ages between you and me and I want to give the fans closure on just who is going to be the better woman.

So good luck Mercedes, and be prepared because I am going to be walking out of Toronto a winner.

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 The crowds stood on the dock where the SCW superstars and bombshells could be seen arriving.  Standing among them, a redhead has a pair of sunglasses covering her eyes with a rather large floppy sunhat hiding her features.  Dressed in a light sundress of dark blue, Sam Marlowe slowly makes her way towards the ramp and upwards.  Suddenly, a voice calls out to her, catching her attention which makes the crowd turn and begin to cheer.

“Sam Marlowe!” calls out the other redhead, this one dressed in a rather tight pantsuit, her own red hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail.  “Don’t tell me you were trying to sneak onto the ship.”

Sam’s glasses hide her eyes rolling as Cyn Marlowe approaches.  Moving beside her sister, she puts an arm around her and directs her to pose for the fans who are snapping pictures.  Sam smiles as she reaches for the glasses to pull them off so she can wave to the crowd before turning and moving up the gangplank as she drags a small suitcase behind her.  Cyn begins to follow her after motioning for the three ships crewmates who are pulling the luggage of Cyn.  The two sisters arrive at the cruise director who is looking at a clipboard.  

“Welcome aboard the Royal Princess ladies,” he says with a short salute.  “Can I help you?”

Sam pulls out a small bag that she begins to rummage through as Cyn pulls out a pocketbook and opens it to reveal her ticket information.  Handing it off to the young man, she watches as he looks over the ticket then hands it back to the older Marlowe.  “You are on the Lido deck ma’am in one of our premium mini suites.  Enjoy your stay with us,” he says as he hands back her ticket then reaches for Sam’s information.

“So what are you doing here on the ship Cyn?  I thought you were still in Houston,” asks Sam as the young man looks over his list.  She watches as Cyn looks around the ship, her attention caught up with the group of fans pointing towards the two.  She straightens up and poses for the fans as they begin to take pictures.  Sam can only shake her head as Cyn moves to block her out of the camera’s views.  The fans finish then move off as Cyn turns back to her sister.

He looks up and smiles as he hands back her ticket.  “You are on the…” he begins only to have Sam interrupt him by holding her hand up and shaking her head no as she rolls her eyes at Cyn then looks away before the pause catches Cyn’s attention.  The cruise director puts a finger against his nose then winks.  “Enjoy your stay with us Ms Marlowe,” he says as Sam begins to walk away towards the interior of the ship.  

“Thanks,” calls out Sam as she continues on her way.  “So Cyn, you didn’t tell me why you decided to come on this trip,” Sam reminds her sister who has finally caught up to her as she managed to be handed her luggage by the crew as the director motions for them to get back to work.  Sam slows down as Cyn struggles with the five bags she has brought.  

“I wanted to be here for you Sammi,” huffs Cyn as she fights the bags along.  Sam watches for only a minute before she reaches for the handle of the suitcase in Cyn’s hand.  Cyn releases it and then stops the two of them long enough to slide off her carry all and hang it over the shoulder of Sam who staggers a bit.  Freed from the luggage, Cyn moves faster along the hall as she begins to speak again.  “After all, I had to miss your last title match because you didn’t tell me about it.  And we both know that you obviously need me to motivate you considering that this is a big match.  And who better to be here and keep you training for the match hmmm?” offers Cyn with a hand over her heart and a sneer on her lips.  

“Cyn, this isn’t all about training for the match,” offers Sam as they near the elevator.  “I can take a bit of time relaxing you know.  All work and no play makes Sam…”

“Makes Sam a loser!” exclaims Cyn as the doors slide open for the pair.  Cyn moves with confidence into the elevator with the small pile of luggage leaving Sam to struggle with the rest of the bags.  Once inside, Cyn reaches for and presses the button for the Lido deck.  Sam watches the lights over the door as Cyn continues to speak.  “I mean really Sam, you have so much to do to get ready for this title match.  You lost the title right after Into the Void where you were lucky enough to win the title.  And you are facing that person once more aren’t you?  What’s her name…it starts with a c…”

Sam turns to look at Cyn who has crossed her arms over her chest as one perfectly manicured nail taps against her red stained lips.  “I think you are looking for the name Crystal,” says Sam with a sigh as Cyn’s eyes light up and she snaps her fingers to point at Sam.

“That’s her name,” says Cyn as the elevator pings once more then the door slip open.  Cyn moves into the hall as Sam once more fights her way out of the elevator to move along the hallway towards the front of the ship.  Followed more slowly by Cyn the pair moves toward the suites at the front of the ship.  Reaching her door, Cyn slides the key card against the lock and pushes the door open to walk into the room without waiting or holding the door for Sam who just manages to catch the door open and levers the luggage inside.  Leaving her own suitcase by the door, Sam carries the others to Cyn’s bed and leaves them on the floor.

“Well, now that we have you here, I am going to head to my stateroom and settle in for the week then I am going to see if Ben and Jamie have made it to the ship yet,” says Sam as she backs towards the door while Cyn stares out the door of the balcony.  Before she can make her escape however, Sam is grabbed by Cyn and guided to the balcony where Cyn brings her to the rail and points downward to the people on the dock.

“Sam, we need to talk,” says Cyn in a somewhat serious tone.  Sam gives her sister a look as Cyn takes a deep breath and rests her arms on the balcony.  “I have been thinking about it and I feel that maybe I need to do more for you in SCW.  After all it was me that got you noticed in this company and if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t even know about Sin City Wrestling and well I think that maybe I should make a return to the ring,” says Cyn who quickly turns at the sound of a scoff from Sam.  “What is so funny about that Sam?”

The younger redhead swipes a hand over her lips as if trying to wipe the smirk away and failing miserably.  “Cyn, I don’t know if you think that it is that easy to get a job with Sin City but need I remind you that Christian Underwood still has that restraining order against you being backstage at SCW events,” says Sam.  “I mean I am sure that with everything you have going on right now, you probably don’t have time to really get involved I am sure.  Besides would you really think that you would be able to still hang in the ring with the bombshells they have now?  And would you even be ready to face me in the ring?” demands Sam with a slight laugh as Cyn’s look of outrage causes her to turn away.

“Oh laugh it up Sam,” snarls Cyn who moves back into the room and reaches for her purse and pulls out a cell phone.  She approaches Sam and with a glare, hands over the phone.  “Go ahead Sam, I want you to film me doing what I know you don’t have skill in doing.  So I am going to do you a favor and give the promo you yourself are incapable of giving, considering your goodie two shoes status as a babyface.  So sit back and listen and learn how to do it correctly.”

“Cyn, you don’t need to do this,” says Sam as she tries to avoid being handed the phone.  Cyn grabs her hand and slaps the phone into it and holds it up to point at her.  “Honestly Cyn, I am fully capable of doing a promo for my match at Summer XXXTreme,” adds Sam as she is pushed back a bit and Cyn smiles at the phone.

“Just film!” orders Cyn as she begins to smile at the camera and then strikes a pose.  “I am here to talk about those five other bitches in the main event match of Summer XXXTreme four where yours truly will give her unbiased view of each and every one of the losers in the match and why MY sister Sam Marlowe will walk out of the Chamber of Fate match the Bombshell champion once and for all.”  Cyn reaches up and brushes her hair off her cheek as she looks out over the water as the loud toot of the ship’s horn can be heard as the crowd cheers the departing boat.  

“Cyn, I would really love to just stop this and get to my stateroom and re…” begins Sam only to have Cyn arch a brow and glare her into silence.  Resigned to filming her sister, Sam sighs and points the camera at the other redhead.

“Now as I was saying, this coming weekend my sister steps into a match that no one has ever seen bombshells in before and do you know what that means?” asks Cyn as she begins to warm to the topic.  “It means that she is going to make history once more.  Not as important as say having me in the match but still, it is the main event of the card.  Now I don’t know why they decided to put the people they did in the match.  Well I know why Cristy is in the match.”

“You mean Crystal,” calls Sam.

“That’s what I said wasn’t it?” demands Cyn which makes  Sam open her mouth about to reply but thinking better of it just motions for Cyn to continue.  “Crystal was put into the match to lose her title.  And we all know she will because she has held the title and not had to defend it like Sam did which means that she was saved from the fact she would have been the one to lose the title after her first defense which is going to occur in the ring at Summer XXXTreme.    Now Crystal may talk a great game about how she is the best at what she does and that she is the face of the Bombshells.  Honestly the only thing that she is the best at is being so bipolar no one has any clue what kind of person she is.  You know the one, the ‘oh I am such a great person and great champion’ to the ‘why doesn’t anyone like me?’ whiner we see day in and day out on Twitter.  Boo fucking hoo Crystal, the only reason people even care about you is because you are a paper champion that has been set up to lose.”

Sam’s mouth drops open as Cyn talks.  “That is harsh Cyn, I am sure that Crystal isn’t like how you are painting her,” says Sam sternly.  “You can’t talk about her like that!”

“Sammi, listen, I know you are nicer than I am and I get that you don’t want to talk mean about these women but someone has to lay it out on the line for them and if you won’t then I am going to need to.  And we both know she would be doing the exact same about you and how you are overrated and a pushover and nothing compared to her.  I am just doing you a favor like I said.  So who else is in the match?”

Sam pauses to look towards the room debating with herself on whether or not to tell her sister.  “Jessie Salco is in the match,” answers Sam.  

“Oh Jessie Salco, that heavy metal dweeb who thinks that she is going to win I bet,” replies Cyn with a chuckle.  At Sam’s nod, Cyn begins to speak once more.  “So tell me what the hell has she done to deserve this shot?  Whine and cry like a bitch…kiss up to Mark Ward?  Tell me how she managed to get into a match for the Bombshell title.”

“She won a match at Climax Control to get into the match,” answers Sam which causes a loud guffaw comes from Cyn.  “What?  She did Cyn!”

“Yeah and like Daddy says, dogs and sunshine and asses you know,” replies Cyn.  “Honestly what the hell were they thinking?  She is a sideshow freak that doesn’t deserve to be out of the Roulette title picture let alone in the Bombshell championship.  Wait…I got it, they have her in the match for the laugh factor?  She’s the comedy relief isn’t she?”

Sam shakes her head negatively.  “Cyn, Jessie deserves to be in the match,” Sam says angrily.  “She has paid her dues in SCW.”  Sam moves towards Cyn and tries to hand her the phone.  “If you are going to talk about the bombshells like that I am leaving.”

Cyn reaches out and holds Sam on the balcony to avoid being handed the phone.  “You know you want to talk like this about the match Sam.  So you just keep feeding me the names and I will keep doing what you have always wanted to.  So who is next?”  

“No Cyn, I am not going to let you talk about the others in the match,” says Sam angrily as she once more tries to give Cyn the phone.  Her sister grabs her wrist and holds the phone and her hand up to continue filming the promo in a blair witch style that bobs and weaves as Sam fights her.  As the pair move along the balcony, the door is opened by a ship’s steward who appears with a bottle for Cyn’s room.  

“I bet you know the show’s card,” she calls out to the steward who nods.  “Who’s in the Bombshell match?”

The young steward thinks a moment then begins to rattle off names.  “Crystal Millar, Mikah, Jessie Salco, Keira Fisher-Johnson, Mercedes Vargas and Sam Marlowe there,” he says as he points at Sam.  “Will that be all?” he adds as he backs towards the door as Sam glares at him.

“Oh yes, that is all I need and thank you,” gushes Cyn as the steward nods and leaves the stateroom.  Cyn turns back to speak into the camera’s lens once more.  “Mercedes Vargas is in the match?  Wow, can you say desperate?  Underwood and Ward are really scraping along the bottom of the barrel with the competition aren’t they?  I mean Mercedes Vargas, really?  Didn’t you beat her in Tokyo to win back the title?”

“Yes, I lost the title to her then won it back,” growls Sam as she pulls away from Cyn.

“They actually put a title on her why?” demands Cyn.

“Mercedes became a grand slam champion when she beat me,” admits Sam.

“They will give that ‘title’ to anyone won’t they?” asks Cyn who shakes her head.  “Well almost anyone.  I bet they won’t put it on you because you are so much better right?  It makes me sick that they have people like that given the opportunities when they don’t deserve them and then the people that do deserve their rightful shot don’t get it.  But I am sure you showed Mercedes all the respect she deserved didn’t you Sam?”

“Of course I did,” responds Sam.  “She beat me because I didn’t keep my focus on her.”

“And did you get a one on one rematch?”

“No, I had my rematch in a triple threat match.  But I did get my rematch,” says Sam as she pulls away from Cyn who has snatched the phone out of her hands and is pointing it at herself to film her continuing comments.

“And now you have to get your rematch in a chamber of fate match that has people in it that really shouldn’t be.  You know I am talking about Keira don’t you?”  Cyn can’t help but smirk as she moves to stand beside her sister and bring her into the shot.  Sam shakes her head no as Cyn sighs.  “As much as she doesn’t want to admit it, Sam agrees that Keira shouldn’t be in the match for the fact that she is so out of her safe zone.  Admit it Keira, your wife does all the heavy lifting when it comes to you and your career.  She carried you in the tag division, she lay down for you to give you this shot and if you could have her in the ring for you I am sure you might stand the slimmest chance of winning.  As it stands right now, I have to change my opinion about Jessie Salco being the comic relief.  Just hearing that you finally bitched and moaned your way into a title shot, I couldn’t help but laugh.  And when you get eliminated and I know you will be, I am going to be laughing even harder.”

“Oh my god Cyn, you are just being so toxic.  I don’t need to stay here and listen to this,” says Sam as she pulls away from Cyn and moves towards the stateroom door.

“But if you leave, you won’t hear what I have to say about Mikah,” calls out Cyn as she follows Sam slowly into the room.  “I mean maybe I might just be nice and say that Mikah stands the best chance out of everyone in this match.  Considering that this little trip is where she is getting married to Drake Green and all that.  Can you say wedding gift of a title shot?  Poor Mark Ward had to get her something for marrying that man after all.  She’s only the latest bimbo that he has hit on and I am pretty sure that the only reason she is marrying him is desperation because everyone that she gets involved with seems to leave her in the dust like a bad habit.  Even Mark Ward used her for an ego stroking good time, emphasis on the stroking I am sure…”

Sam makes it to the door and yanks it open as she grabs her suitcase handle and without a look back at her sister begins to make her way down the hall with Cyn’s voice following her.  “Did you want to know what I would have said about you?” she calls with a chuckle.  Sam shakes her head negatively before disappearing near the elevators.  People in the hallway watch as Cyn takes one last image then give them all a glare before disappearing back into her suite.  

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Days later, Sam Marlowe moves slowly towards a room dressed in a long black silken robe, her hair pulled up in a rather rushed bun on the top of her head.  The scent of chocolate fills the air as she pushes at a door to enter a room.  The interior is a soft beige brown colour that hints at a creamy milk chocolate cream.  

“Welcome to the Lotus Spa and the chocolate experience,” says the masseuse as he motions towards a table where a small pot of chocolate can be seen, a soft float of steam escaping it.  “If you will just recline right here I will be right back…”

Sam gets on the table as the masseuse leaves the room.  Taking her robe off, she lies on her stomach after draping the towel over her lower section.  Letting her eyes close, Sam breathes slowly and deeply  as the scent of chocolate fills her nostrils.

“Smells good doesn’t it?” offers a voice that causes Sam’s eyes to open quickly.  Taking in her friend Pussy Willow who is dressed in a pair of white capris with a blue and white sailor shirt, Sam smiles as she once more lets her eyes drift closed.  “So Sam, I came to talk to you about a couple of things that we need to chat about.  You have been quite secretive lately and it is getting to me.  I hear certain things and talking to Jamie Dean, he says that you outbid everyone for Ben at that auction.  Care to talk about that?” demands Pussy as she sits herself down at the end of the table as the masseuse comes back into the room.

“Nope, I don’t care to talk about it,” answers Sam as the masseuse takes a small brush and dips it into the chocolate then brushes it across Sam’s bare shoulder causing a soft sigh of pleasure to escape the redhead.  

“Oh come on Sam, you bid fifteen kay for Ben Jordan and a date with that man,” says Pussy as she glares at her friend.  “Are the rumors true?”

Sam turns her head to give Pussy a look and wink.  “It was for charity Pussy,” comments Sam.  “Besides, I owed him for saving me at a charity auction after all.  Ben’s my friend and that’s why I did it.  My story, sticking to it and that is all I have to say about that,” adds Sam as the brush strokes more chocolate over her back.  “Now I don’t want to talk about Ben and the date I bid for.  I have other things on my mind than that.  Like a chamber of fate match at the supercard this weekend.  So I don’t have to worry about Ben and our date or Monte and what’s going on with him or anything other than the match.”

“Monte has some goings on?” asks Pussy, her eyes lighting up at the mention of Sam’s study partner.  “Okay Sam, sounds like there is something you aren’t telling me.  You wouldn’t do that to your friend would you?”

Sam lets one eye open to look at her friend.  “Okay, listen, there are goings on but that is going to be off the record so if you want to talk about the match fine but Monte is off limits and off camera discussion.”

Pussy claps her hands and nods crazily as she tries to calm down.  “We’ll chat about that later then.  But I do have to ask you some questions about the match so why don’t we talk about that then we can go get a drink and you can fill me in on Monte.”

“Deal,” responds Sam as she once more lowers her head to relax under the slow strokes of the brush full of chocolate on her back.  “So what do you want to know Pussy?”

Pussy thinks for a moment then begins to speak.  “This match is a first for Sin City Wrestling, a match that will see six bombshells in a chamber of fate match where it is elimination and four bombshells start out in their own little cages.  What do you think the odds are for the best position to be in for the match?”

Sam gets up slightly as she crosses her arms in front of her chest to rest on as she thinks of just what to respond with.  “If you ask me there are a couple of places in that match that could be very advantageous.  Starting as one of the first two in the match, if you can eliminate the other person quickly, it is a great advantage.  But it also means you have to fight from the start and no matter how good you are, you are going to hit a wall where you won’t be able to keep up with the numbers and can be overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of others.  Then you could argue that the last person could have the advantage because they will be the most rested out of everyone.  So I guess there is advantage to all entries to that match.”

Sam rolls her neck and then rests her chin on her right hand that she has put up.  “Needless to say that match is going to be the one that everyone will be watching.  I mean if you look at it on paper, the level of talent in the ring is off the charts.  And as much as everyone is hyping some of the competitors, it is anyone’s game.  I am in for a fight and I have prepared for that.  I mean I could lie and say I am ready,” says Sam, “but I would be lying to say that this is something that one person can claim will be their match.  There are too many variables to definitively say that this match belongs to any one bombshell.”

Pussy nods for a second then stops as her eyebrows draw together.  “But everyone that has talked about the match has said they are going to win the match like it is built for just them.  Are you saying that you don’t think you are going to win it?”

Sam chuckles as her head shakes slightly.  “I didn’t say that Pussy, I just said that it is anyone’s match.  But that doesn’t mean I am going to be a rollover in this match either.  See I am fighting for something that I have had a desire for ever since it was announced I would fight for at My Bloody Valentine earlier this year.  When Mikah chose me to face her for the Bombshell title I realized that I was ready to be at this level in the company.  I was ready but no one saw me as winning the title.  People still tend to think that I won the title because Mikah was getting tired of having no competition.   Do you know what that does to a person Pussy?” asks Sam.

“No, what does it do?” responds Pussy.

“It makes people want to prove people wrong,” replies Sam as she tilts her head slightly to take in Pussy who has crossed her legs and is leaning back to listen.  “When I heard how people thought I was just a throw away match for Mikah, it made my blood boil and I had this gnawing desire deep inside to prove people wrong.  I vowed then and there that I would win the title and I did.  And do you know what Pussy?  That desire has only gotten stronger.”

“It has?  Why would it get stronger if you held the title Sam?” asks Pussy with a curious look at her friend.  “You had it won and was wearing it proudly.  Why would the desire get stronger?”

Sam’s eyes glitter as she looks at her friend.  “It gets stronger because being champion is like a drug almost.  Having that title around your waist or over your shoulder has its own rush that you feel.  You are THE champion and you are the one that is the challenge and you are the one that people need to beat to feel good.  And when you lose it, you lose a little bit of the excitement of being champion and you need to get that back or suffer withdrawals about it.”

“So you are saying that being Bombshell champion is like being an alcoholic?” demands Pussy.

Sam thinks about it for a second then slowly begins to nod.  “You know what, I am comparing it to being an alcoholic I guess.  I mean I know I have been high on being the champion and I have had the lows of having lost the title.  And I am getting that itch to wear the title again, to feel like I am on top again.  I am jonesing to be the Bombshell champion again.”

“For the third time right?” demands Pussy.

“Yep, I’ll join Misty and Vixen in that rarefied atmosphere,” returns Sam as the masseuse begins to slowly work the chocolate off Sam’s body as she chats.  “But joining Vixen and Misty as the youngest ever bombshell champion to have won the title three times, that is going to be special I think.”

“Well we all know that everyone thinks you don’t deserve it or that you will get it back based on the fact you choke…their words not mine,” says Pussy.  “I only say that to give you the opportunity for you to respond to that.”

With Sam finished, the masseuse lays the silken robe over Sam’s shoulders and helps her upwards, the robe quickly covering her nakedness.  Turning with a smile, she thanks the masseuse and then hops down from the table.

“What should I respond with Pussy?” asks Sam.  “That I have won the title before?  That I am going to win it again?  Seriously as much as I have listened to everyone talk about how they are going to win the title and how everyone thinks that I am not going to win or that I am over rated or a choke artist or whatever they are saying to put me down I don’t care.  All that is going to do is fuel the fire that is burning.  Stoking the flames of desire for the title and if that happens, all I have to say is that there are five bombshells that are going to be burned by the end of the night at Summer XXXTreme.  And that is all I am going to say Pussy, I am too relaxed to talk any more about it.”

Sam begins to walk out of the spa followed by Pussy who is fighting to hold back from asking anymore questions.  The two walk along the deck towards the lift in silence.  Pussy looks out of the side of her eyes at Sam who is smiling as her fingers play along the robe’s silken tie.  Reaching the lift, Sam pushes the button and the doors swing open.  The pair gets inside the elevator and as the doors are closing Pussy turns to Sam.

“Soooo, since you aren’t talking about the match…tell me about Monte!” exclaims Pussy before the doors finally shut on Sam turning with a laugh to her friend.

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Sam Marlowe moves slowly along what looks like some kind of cage on the deck of the Royal Princess, her hands trailing over the steel structure almost lovingly as she is proceeded by someone with a camera.

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Here we are, only days away from Summer XXXTreme and I can’t help but think that we are only days away from a title change in the Main event Chamber of Fate match.  I could be wrong but from where I am standing, there will be nothing staying the same after this match.

I am standing here, outside the ring looking in on where the six of us will be locked in with only one thing on our minds and that is eliminating the other five bombshells to win the title and trust me, not one of us will be worried about the pain of trying to hold back.  Because in this match you can’t, not if you want the title as much as the others.

I have been listening to the others talk and I have been focused on preparing for this match where others will say they have been but I have seen them doing anything but preparing.  Hell you have Mikah preparing for something other than the match.  Where has her focus been I ask you?  On her wedding that happened today.  I want to take this opportunity to congratulate you Mikah, you looked beautiful and so happy and as much as you think that you are going to live happily ever after, there is going to be one dim spot on your honeymoon and that is going to be at Summer XXXTreme when you have to realize that the dream of a two time title reign will collapse like a soap bubble.  As much as you think you are ready for the match, you will still be on cloud nine from the bliss of your wedding and that lack of focus will be your undoing.  But don’t worry, as much as you know you are good enough to wear the title, on Sunday, you won’t be that good enough to overcome what might be the fight of your life.  I have faced you in the ring one on one and took your title before.  And if I am in the ring with you again one on one, I will do it again.

And Crystal, champion that you are, as much as you think that you know me I have to tell you that I am coming for the title.  You may think that you are the silver screen queen and the end all of the Bombshell division but sweetie, as much as you are desperate to hold the title, it makes it that much easier for it to slip through your fingers.  I get that you beat me for the title by knocking me out from the pain and without your husband in your corner.  Yes, I will admit that you were the better woman that night and I give you all the kudos for that.  But that was then, this is going to be Summer XXXTreme.  You won the title on a Climax Control, a special one but a Climax Control.  Last time you faced anyone for the title at a Supercard, it was Into the Void in Tokyo where you lost to…me in a triple threat match no less.  But this time, it is a double triple threat if you look at it.  So that will mean that you could possibly lose it for the second time.  Kind of puts the odds in my favor doesn’t it?

Oh and let me address Keira.  I know you were looking forward to facing me one on one for the title and if I had been able to, I would have given you that shot but it wasn’t to be because you had to earn your way to the title match and you did by beating your wife.  Some might say that she laid down for you and some might say that you beat her but either way, you are in the match and I am looking forward to how we are going to be testing each other in that ring.  And I know that when push comes to shove, you have that hero thing to fall back on and I know if you believe the comic books, heroes always win.  This isn’t a comic book Keira and you aren’t going to be able to rely on the fact you are a hero to claim the win because if truth be told, even superheroes can be beaten.  We will see this on Sunday.

And Jessie, as much as you think you are all tough and probably are, there is something you need to remember when it comes to this match.  I have been in the Bombshell championship match and I have wins as Bombshell champion and yes I have had losses but when it comes to facing the odds in the ring and rising above the backtalk and the doubts and the overall ‘you aren’t going to win’ mentality of everyone that thinks I can’t do it, my odds just keep getting better and better.  And I like those odds.

Finally Mercedes Vargas, someone I have the most respect for in the match.  Mercedes and I have a complicated history when it comes to the title and the fact that she beat me and I beat her.  I guess this is our rubber match isn’t it?  I think that maybe you are the one that I am looking forward to meeting in the ring the most.  Because regardless of what we have done in the past, you still have the respect that you have shown me time and time again.  You don’t let your in ring personality discount how much I am a threat in any match at any time.  Just like I don’t take you for granted either.  

So as I stand here, inside the cage that is known as the Chamber of Fate, I want to remind all the bombshells that will be locked in here with me Sunday…

Fate can be a fickle thing.  And to quote Shakespeare…It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.  And inside me is a desire to do the impossible and win the Bombshell title for the third time.  

Good luck ladies.



The image fades to black showing the chamber of fate cage with Sam standing inside it, her fingers tangled with the steel.

 The low thrum of voices talking are muted by the sounds of music as Sam Marlowe directs her eyes at a book lying flat on the table in front of her.  With her hair pulled back into a long ponytail that hangs over her shoulder, she plays with one curl as her lips move slightly mouthing the words of what she is reading.  Not paying attention, she is joined by Montgomery Christopher who just sits back in the seat nearby and watches her.

“I can see you,” she says without even looking up at her study partner.  

Shooting her a half guilty smile, Monte shrugs and nods before he replies with a “I was sure you did but you looked so intent on what you were reading that I figured I would let you get it out of your system before I made my move,” he teased.  “I wouldn’t want to compete with the Bard and all.”

Sam raises her eyes from the book to look at Monte who has leaned back slightly in his seat as he grabs a menu from the table nearby and begins to look through it.  “Ummm so did you bring your books?” she asks as she looks for the telltale messenger bag that she usually saw Monte with.

“Nope, figured that we needed to get to know each other better,” he jokes.  “After all, it ain’t every day I get to work with someone like you.”

Sam leans back herself as she eyes a nonchalant Monte who is looking over the menu.  “But y’all said this was a study date Monte,” she says slowly as her head tilts slightly confused at the way Monte is acting.  “And what do you mean work with someone like me?” she asks suspiciously.

Monte turns his blue eyes upward and offers Sam a bit of a smirk.  “Someone as sweet as you that can kick butt like you do,” he begins.  “I have done some studying and I’ve learned some things that intrigued me.  And when something intrigues me, I need to find out more.  And how better to do it than over dinner so are you ready to order?” he asks as a waitress moves closer to take their order.  

Sam looks at the waitress then holds her hand out for the menu as Monte gives the waitress a smile before handing the menu to Sam.  “We’ll need another few minutes,” he offers before ordering a drink.  The waitress smiles back as she sticks the pen she had hovering over her notepad into the messy bun at the top of her head.

Sam ducks behind the menu for a moment and studies the food listed there as she fights to stop a blush from creeping across her face.  Monte pretends not to see it as he reaches across the table to pull the menu down slightly.  “Sam, are you blushing?” he teases softly.  

“I am not blushing,” retorts Sam whose reddening cheeks give lie to the fact.  “This is just so surprising is all,” she adds.  “I get that we are study partners for class but I never thought…I mean I never suspected…”

Monte chuckles as Sam fumbles with trying to explain what it is she is trying to say.  Finally he leans forward once more and offers Sam a smile as he lays a hand on hers.  “Like I said Sam, you intrigue me.  So tell me something, what the hell is a woman who wrestles doing going for her Masters in English lit?  I saw some of your matches and you are pretty good so why split your focus?”

Taking a slow breath, Sam shrugs.  “I guess I do it because I like the things I am able to do in the ring.  Oh don’t get me wrong, I know it isn’t a thing that I see myself doing forever but for the here and now, I like the attention and the athleticism of it.  As for the masters, well it is because I eventually want to move into teaching once I am not able to wrestle anymore.  And with me being in Vegas, just gives me a great opportunity to study between shows.”

The waitress approaches with Monte’s drink and sets it in front of him.  Both look up as she pulls the pen free.  Sam orders then lets Monte order before she turns to look at him once more.  “So Mr. Christopher, are you the only one allowed to ask questions because I have a few of my own,” says Sam as she laces her fingers together and sets her chin on her clasped hands.

The scene fades out on Monte smiling at Sam as the pair continues their discussion.

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Hi all, Sam Marlowe here and this week I have an amazing match that will be something to see.  

As you all have probably heard, I have a match at Summer XXXtreme for the Bombshell title, a chance to wear it for the third time.  In a six pack challenge against five other bombshells I am going to get my shot at the title.

But first I have this week and a lethal lottery tag match that was thrown together with three of the five bombshells in the world bombshell title match.  It has me teaming with Jessie Salco to face Mercedes Vargas and Keira Fisher-Johnson.  Now I know that when it comes down to it you got two former Bombshell champions teaming with two former roulette and bombshell tag champions.  The amount of titles in that ring is epic and the match itself will be one for the books.

Take for instance Keira Fisher-Johnson.  She beat her wife Roxi to get into the six pack challenge and is definitely a challenge for sure but she is a challenge that I have beaten before.  Not to discount her or anything because she is one hell of a competitor and not one to be taken lightly.  She has held the Bombshell Roulette title and the Bombshell tag titles.  She is also definitely one of the best tag team wrestlers out there…but this isn’t her wife she  is teaming with, this is a woman that she is going to have to face at the supercard.

Speaking of the woman she has to face, Mercedes is the one that ended my first title reign and is a newly minted grand slam champion that can’t be taken lightly either.  She can pull out a win from the jaws of defeat and that is something I take very seriously.  I have been in the ring with Mercedes and she does hold a pinfall win over me.  And like I said, she beat me for my title.  But then again, I beat her to win it back but I did it by pinning Crystal Millar and not her so there is a question there on whether or not I have what it takes to beat her.  Maybe this will be answered this week in the tag match or maybe I might have to wait until Summer XXXtreme to find out if it is doable but one way or the other I will find out and I will prove to her and myself that I can stand toe to toe and pull out the win,

Then there is my tag partner Jessie Salco, another person that is on the cusp of winning the grand slam in the company.  I don’t knock her abilities either and this week when we are teaming I want you to know Jessie that I am going to do my damnedest to make sure that it is our hands raised in victory.  But once the match is over I hope you know that I still respect you but I will be looking to beat you and the others for the Bombshell title.  So no hard feelings a’ight?

Climax Control 153 is going to see four of the six in action and we are not going to disappoint the fans when we step in the ring.  But I do want to tell my partner and my opponents one thing.  I respect the hell out of all of you and know that in this match, anyone can win and anyone can lose.  But not only is this match going to be a warm up for the supercard, it is going to give me the chance to feel you out and get an idea of what I am going to need to do to beat you for the belt at Summer XXXTreme.  So good luck ladies, I think we are all going to need it.

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Walking along the beach near the Cuban home of Ben Jordan, Sam Marlowe appears deep in thought as the mesh bag of groceries swings by her leg with each step.  Not really paying attention to what is going on around her; she kicks up small clouds of sand which sends the gulls who are angrily squawking at her into a frenzy of flights and fights over scraps that had been disturbed with the soft kicks.

Dressed in a pair of faded denim shorts and a silvery blue bikini top, Sam has her head down reading something in her hand.  Soft sea breezes blow the tendrils of curls that are escaping the messy ponytail she had her hair in and let them tickle along her cheeks which prove enough of a distraction from the smartphone in her hand.  Using the hand holding the phone, she brushes them back before bringing the phone into view as the curls again blow lightly in the breeze.

“Dammit!” escapes from Sam as she stops and then putting the mesh bag over her wrist; she continues to mutter as her fingers fly over the keys.  Pressing send, she begins the trek towards Ben’s home once more, this time tucking the phone into the pocket of the jeans.  Getting closer and closer to the house, she can’t help but smile at the carnage that seems to be spilling out of it.  People had flocked to the house to take part in the party that Ben had invited everyone to and like any good party, most had slept where they had fallen the night before.

Tiptoeing into the kitchen of the house, Sam sets the mesh bag of groceries on the counter and begins to unpack it.  Softly humming to herself, Sam begins to search for pans and dishes to cook the breakfast she had brought back to the house.  Mere moments later the sea breeze mixes with the scent of bacon frying as Sam begins to cut up the fresh fruit she had bought.

A bleary eyed Pussy Willow moves into the kitchen, her nose lifted as she inhales the scent of the bacon.  Holding the counter across from Sam, she shoots her now smiling friend a glare.  “Why are you so chipper?” she demands as she fights to pull out a barstool at the counter then fights her way up to the seat.  “You were drinking just as much as I was last night.”

Sam nods slightly.  “Yeah I started the night drinking and well let’s just say I decided that I needed to stop,” admits Sam as once more she begins to cut the fruit and sets it into a large bowl beside her.

Pussy’s eyes narrow as she takes in Sam who ducks her head as if to avoid any questions.  Being the investigative journalist she is, Pussy leans forward and rests her arms on the counter as she confronts the redhead.  “What do you mean you needed to stop Sam?” she asks.

Trying to avoid the question, Sam turns away to check on the bacon only to hear her name called from Pussy.  Turning back, she puts both hands on the counter, leaning forward slightly as she does.  “I tend to have a different sense of humor when I drink and I also have a very low tolerance of drama and BS and with the Dutch courage alcohol gives you, I tend to get a little…” Sam lets her voice fade as Pussy realizes what she is saying.

“So you sobered up so you wouldn’t say anything,” says Pussy as she points at Sam.  “Man, you take good girl to the next level.”

“It wasn’t my party to be doing stuff like I was so I needed to stop,” Sam admits as she mixes the fruit in the bowl then slices a lemon to squeeze the juice over it.  “This is Ben’s place and his party.  Besides, what kind of a friend would I be if I let loose with what I really thought?  So I found me a quiet little corner and watched the night unfold.  Seriously, I had a pretty interesting night regardless.”

Sam stops talking as she continues to putter around the kitchen.  Taking the bacon from the pan, she grabs a couple of eggs and sets them to frying.  Turning around Sam is surprised by the hard look on Pussy’s face as the interviewer leans in again.  “You can’t fool me Sam,” begins Pussy.  “Friends are one thing but…”

Sam holds up her hand to stop the comment from Pussy.  “Don’t even think it Pussy,” says Sam with a smile.  “I don’t see Ben as anything other than a friend and I am sure that he doesn’t see me as anything either.  Besides, I don’t have time for that kind of thing happening to me.  I have my title to defend and I have classes starting this week.  So let’s just let it go and not feed the rumor mill anymore.”

Pussy nods slowly, the look on her face indicating she was about to argue with Sam who deflects the argument by waving the strong scented bacon right under Pussy’s nose.  Raising one eyebrow in question, Pussy brings her hand to her mouth as she gags slightly.   Pussy pulls her hand away slightly, still gagging at the bacon grease and scent to say ``Sam, that wasn`t fair.”  Losing the fight, Pussy scrambles off the stool and heads deeper into the house brushing past Ben Jordan who is walking into the room.

“What’s up with her?” asks Ben as he moves to grab a piece of bacon.

Sam shrugs as she puts her eggs on her plate and sets it on the counter.  “I have no clue what,” says Sam as she turns back to turn off the stove.  “I guess she just can’t handle being hung over,” she adds as she turns back to find Ben eating her breakfast.  “HEY!” she exclaims as she reaches for the plate only to have Ben yank it out of the way of Sam’s grasp and takes another bite of the eggs and mumbles ‘what’ at the redhead who glares at Ben as the scene fades out.  

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Sam Marlowe is LIVE!

Hello to all of my fans out there, Sam Marlowe here and I want to just let you know that coming up on Sunday is the 150th edition of SCW’s Climax Control.  It is going to be a special night for sure because it is the night where we will raising money for the American Humane Society.  Joining me that night will be my Askem…
The image of Sam holds up a small bundle of blonde fur as the softest squeak escapes the fennec fox who squirms against her cheek.

…Who is excited to be out and about with the rest of the pets of the superstars.  He promises to be on his best behavior don’t you Askem?

But let’s talk about the show.  This will be the first title defense of my second championship run and believe you me I am ready for it.  After all this will be Crystal Millar’s chance that she sabotaged when she cost me the title the last time.  See, if she hadn’t of interfered, this match would have happened at Into the Void in Tokyo and she would have gotten the title shot she kept crying about deserving.  I don’t fault her in that because she did win the Blast from the Past and I was all set to face her at the supercard one on one.  But she decided to cost me that match by helping Mercedes beat me for the title.  I just have to ask you Crystal if you are listening…did costing me the title work for you?

Now, a little bit of history shall we?  In Japan, I lost my title to Mercedes Vargas.  And in Japan I lost a mixed tag match to Crystal.  Okay, so it wasn’t a successful tour in Japan for me until the final night where I regained the title by pinning Crystal Millar in a triple threat match to once more become the Bombshell champion.  

Now I am pretty sure that after that match Crystal probably went to management and demanded the one on one match she deserved for winning the Blast from the Past tournament and you know what, I am glad that the first defense of my title is that one on one shot she earned.  It will be the opportunity that I need to prove to everyone that one on one I can beat Crystal Millar.  Because trust me, I have heard the stories and I have seen the posts online about how Crystal Millar is the next big thing in SCW.  Bravo Crystal, maybe you deserve to be called that.  And maybe you might get a shot at my title but that is all you are going to have to deal with a shot at the title but not the win of the title.

I am the type of person that when you put a challenge in front of me I rise to it.   Hell living with my sister, I had to work double hard to succeed which is why this title defense will be as intense as I need it to be to retain my title.  All the naysayers say you are going to take the title because you are the best right now in the title picture.  Each little comment to that effect, each little endorsement that you get just is another prod to retain.  And not to be cocky but I consider you a challenge and will rise to it accordingly.

Sam looks determinedly into the camera before a smile crosses her face then is replaced by a concerned look.

I do also have to ask Crystal if you are going to be able to compete at Climax Control.  I remember that TMZ talked about you in the hospital on your deathbed due to an allergic reaction to dogs that you had.  And this week we are celebrating the Humane Society and from what I heard, there will be all sorts of animals there and I am sure some of them are going to be dogs.  And if you knew me, you will know that I am someone that gets right into the charity event to help promote this very worthy cause.  That is why I am worrying about you.  I don’t want you to end up dying by getting your rightful title shot.  

Now if you want to postpone the match to another night that won’t kill you, I will understand.  I don’t know if Christian Underwood and Mark Ward would though.  My suggestion to you would be to bring an EPI pen to ringside and I will ask that for our match that they have EMTs at ringside.  Because let me tell you Crystal, if you do decide to go through with this match, I am going to do what I need to keep my title and I don’t want you to think that should you lose you will be able to say it was because the match went to the dogs.

Sam appears to giggle at that comment before wiping away the smile and get serious once more.

At Climax Control 150 you get to step up to me one on one and take your shot at my title.  You get the title shot that everyone else got before you.  Christian Underwood and Mark Ward fixed the mistake that you claimed they made by overlooking you.  Bravo Crystal, the spotlight will be directly on you at Climax Control 150 when you step in the ring to face me for this…

Sam pulls the Bombshell title belt into view.

This is going to be the prize that the two of us are going to be fighting for in the match at Climax Control and as confident as you are and as confident that everyone else is that you are going to beat me I just have to tell you good luck Crystal because you are going to need it.

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The shuffling of feet and slamming of books landing on tables is blocked out by the headphones worn by Sam Marlowe as she tries to be invisible in the classroom setting.  Having grabbed one of the higher seats in a corner with her back to the wall, she gives the class the once over as she opens her laptop.  One light haired person returns her look, his dark eyes eyes narrowing slightly as if he was trying to figure out who she was.  Suddenly the look changes with a slight shrug of his shoulders as he nods and waves slightly before turning to the girl beside him and sitting down.  

Ducking behind the laptop screen, Sam rolls her eyes as she opens her email and reads some of the fan mail, losing herself in the comments of her fans and detractors.  Suddenly she is tapped on the top of her screen by the person sitting in front of her and her attention is directed to the front where the professor can be seen getting ready to teach the class. Pulling the earbuds from her ears, she presses stop on the music and then rolls up the cord to lay it on the seat beside her where her bag is resting open.

“Good afternoon students,” says the professor as he moves towards the board and writes out the course name.  Turning back to the now seated class, he smirks.  “This class is about lovers and fighters and generally the soap operas of Shakespeare and we are going to immerse ourselves into those lives.  So I have decided that for this term, you will have a partner to work with which I have chosen for you.”

That comment is met with groans and muttering from the students.  From her perch, Sam can only imagine what or who her partner could be. The professor begins to call out names as her focus moves once more to her email.  

“Well now this is interesting…Christopher Marlowe is our next pairing.  Ironic wouldn’t you say?” asks the professor with a smirk.  Sam’s attention had been caught by the mention of her name but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out who Christopher was.  “At the end of class I want you to join your partner and introduce yourselves,” he adds before turning back to the board and beginning to write.

After the class was dismissed, Sam Marlowe stood packing her bag and tossed it over her shoulder only to hear a soft ‘oomph’ which sends her spinning to see the man who had looked at her earlier.  Up close she could see his eyes were a dark blue.

“I am sooo sorry about that,” she says as she holds up her hand towards his chest but curls it into a fist as she offers him an apologetic smile.  “Sometimes I don’t know my own strength.”

Coughing slightly as he tries to catch his breath he waves off the apology.  “Don’t worry about it.  I shouldn’t have been standing so close,” he replies with a half-smile.    “I was asking around and you are that Marlowe person that the prof mentioned earlier aren’t you?” he adds.  

“Yeah, I’m Samantha  Marlowe,” Sam answers as she tosses her hand out for a handshake.  “I guess I should go and try to find the person that I am partnering with this term,” she says as the hand she extends is caught up by the man in front of her.

“You found him,” he says as he gently pumps her hand in greeting.  “Montgomery Christopher at your service,” he adds with a bit of a wink before continuing.   ”But most of my friends call me Monte.”

Sam lets an answering smile cross her face.  “Nice to meet you Montgomery,” she says.  “Most of my friends call me Sam although there are a couple of nick names out there for me from friends.”  Shouldering the bag better, she takes a slow breath and then looks at the door then back to Montgomery.  “I really hate to introduce myself and run but I have somewhere I need to be right now.”

“It’s all good but I wanted to talk to you about this project we have to work on,” says Montgomery as he moves slightly to allow Sam to move by him.  As she does, he follows her slowly.  “Prof said he wasn’t our ideas before the next class which is in like two days,” Monte adds.  

Sam gives him a sideways glance as the pair leaves the classroom and move into the hallway.    Taking a slow breath she looks both ways then upwards before turning to look at the young man who smiles at her again as if apologizing and gloating all in one.  “Listen, I have to go and do an interview for something but if you want to come along we can go for a coffee afterwards.”

“Interview?  Wow, are you famous or something?” he asks.

“Something like that,” says Sam as she gives him a suspicious look.  “You really don’t know who I am do you?”

“No, should I?” he says as he shoulders his own bag as the pair begins to walk along the hallway.  “Wait, you aren’t kidding are you?” he continues as the smirk changes to a look of surprise which causes Sam to laugh.  

“If you are going to be coming with me I guess I better tell you who I am,” Sam offers as she pushes open the door to the parking lot.  Moving towards her car, she opens it and tosses the book bag on the back seat.  Once that is done, she turns back to Monte who is looking at her curiously.  “I’m the Bombshell champion for this wrestling company based here in Vegas,” she offers only to be met with a chuckle.

“Yeah, you are a wrestler,” scoffs Monte which only causes Sam to turn and grab a second bag.  “I mean I would have thought maybe you did a bit of modeling or fitness or somethi…”  Sam holds the title out towards him which causes his voice to trail off.  “I don’t believe it!” he says emphatically as Sam gently places the belt on the seat.

“Believe it,” she responds.  “I am on my way to do an interview with my friend Pussy Willow because I have a title match this week on Climax Control.  Kind of comes with the territory of being champion.  So if you don’t want to come with me, we can make arrangements to meet afterward.”

“I’ll come with you,” he jokes.  “After all it isn’t every day that you get a chance to see stuff like this.”  He motions at the car.  “Do you want me to come with you?  If so, you will have to drive me back for my car later.  Or I can follow you either way I ain’t going to believe it til I see it Sam.”

Shaking her head, she motions into the vehicle as she pulls open the door.  “Hop in and I will bring you back later.  I can’t believe that I am doing this,” she mutters as Monte moves around the car and climbs inside.  Once buckled up, Sam puts the car in gear and pulls out of the parking lot.

About twenty minutes later, Sam pulls up to the Gold Coast Casino where Pussy Willow can be seen standing talking with a cameraman.  The cameraman points at Sam’s car as she kills the engine.  Pussy moves towards the car with a smile.  

“About time you got here Sam, we don’t have all night you know,” says Pussy before turning to the young man who exits the car.  “And who do we have here? Hmmm?”

Sam shoots a look at Monte then back to Pussy Willow who seems to be devouring him with her eyes.  “Be gentle Pussy, this is Montgomery who is my new study partner for one of my classes.  My professor seemed to get a kick out of our name combination,” says Sam as she reaches into the car.  Monte comes around and holds out his hand for Pussy who smirks and shakes his hand.  Turning back to Sam she becomes all business.

“Okay Sammi, this is going to have to be hard hitting since you are facing Crystal and we both know how that woman is ,” says Pussy as she walks towards the casino with Sam who shoulders the belt and joins her.  Monte moves to open the door which causes Pussy to flirt with him by gently chucking him under the chin and winking at him.  Monte blushes slightly as Sam giggles before Pussy begins to talk once more.  “Let’s get set up and we will do this.”

The pair of women head into the main room where the set-up has been done for Climax Control.  In the ring is a pair of chairs that Pussy leads Sam to.  Climbing on her own seat, Pussy fluffs out her hair as she waits for Sam to join her.  Monte meanwhile moves to the ringside area and sits down a few rows back to watch.

“We are taping in three…two…one…”

“This is Pussy Willow and I am here with the two time bombshell champion Sam Marlowe who this week is defending her title against the Blast from the Past winner Crystal Millar.  Sam I have to ask, there are a lot of people out there that don’t think you have what it takes to beat Crystal.  Your thoughts?” asks Pussy.

Sam thinks for a moment then puts a hand on the belt that is resting on her lap. “I know that people don’t put much stock in what I do in that ring.  After all I was the underdog the first time I challenged for the belt and I beat Mikah.  Then everyone said that I was the underdog in the match at Into the Void and I stepped up my game and pinned the person I am facing on Climax Control, Crystal Millar in the middle of the ring to win this title for the second time.  And now she gets her one on one match and once more people are saying that I am in the underdog position again but do you know what Pussy, I like being in the position because when I face a challenge like I am faxing on Sunday, I just tend to bring everything I got and do the unthinkable and win,” says Sam as she smiles.  “And you better believe that I am ready for Sunday because I am sure of one thing and one thing only.”

Pussy pulls the microphone back towards herself.  “One thing Sam, and what is that one thing?” she questions.

“That is the fact that I am coming to Climax Control to prove one thing to the world and that is that I am not a fluke champion or a paper champion like some people seem to imply.  I will defend the title in the ring and successfully retain but I do have my reservations Pussy if I am honest.”

The response clearly surprises Pussy who leans back with a questioning look on her face.  Sam leans forward and speaks again.  “I mean Pussy, this week we are honoring the Humane society and there are bound to be some dogs there that night.”

Realization passes over Pussy’s face as she pulls the microphone to her lips.  “That’s right Sam, and isn’t Crystal fatally allergic to dogs?”

“If TMZ is to be believed she is and I have to wonder what will happen if she gets to close to them or even worse, I end up contaminated by dog hair because both of us know I can’t seem to resist cute animals,” offers Sam only to be interrupted by Pussy who winks at Monte as she says that she can see that.  “Pussy, I am really concerned for Crystal who could possibly die at Climax Control.”

Pussy turns back to Sam and nods seriously.  “So what is that going to mean for you?  Will it mean that you used any excuse to win the title?  Because we know that is what Crystal will probably say if she loses to you,” states the interviewer as she leans forward with the microphone.

“I don’t want to say that she would do something like that Pussy but this is Crystal Millar and we know that she has said before that they were all against her by passing over her shot for others that were not deserving to get the shot,” begins Sam as her hand rests possessively on the belt, one fingers tracing along the nameplate.  “I don’t doubt that if she loses, she will try to say that they stacked the deck against her.  I have offered to let her have her shot at another show where her health wouldn’t be at risk but I have heard nothing from her so I guess that means she will be stepping in the ring and taking her chances with this title shot.”

The redhead looks concerned as she gently pulls the belt closer.  “I seriously don’t want to win if it means that I will hear over and over again that she lost because she almost died due to a dog allergy.  So once more I put it out there, Crystal tell management that your life is more important than this belt.  Ask them for a raincheck and face me when you won’t have to worry about your allergies.”

Even the earnestness of Sam Marlowe can’t move Pussy who does look sympathetic but shakes her head sadly.  “We both know Sam that she won’t do that and if she did, upper management won’t allow it.  So you better be prepared to defend that title at Climax Control.”

“Believe me Pussy, I will be more than ready to defend it,” responds Sam with a smile.  “Just because I can sympathize with the fact that Crystal will be taking her life in her hands, I also know that I am not going to let the challenge go.  I won the title in Japan and I will retain the title in our first match back on American soil.  I am not going to let this title go!“

From the floor a wolf whistle is heard as Monte leans forward, his arms on the seat in front of him as he grins.  The two women turn towards him who makes him smirk and lean back.  “Couldn’t help it,” he jokes.  “You just sound so confident.”

Pussy laughs as Monte puts both arms over the backs of the seats beside him.  Sam rolls her eyes, all pretense of seriousness lost at the enthusiasm shown by her study partner.  Pussy holds up a hand as she motions towards Monte.  “I think we have enough here Sam, why don’t you go and I’ll stay and edit this for the show.  Besides I don’t think Monte here wants to listen to us talk about the business.”  Sparing a glance at Monte who is looking around the venue, Pussy leans forward.  “And I think that you need to get to know this man better,” she offers in a soft voice.  

Sam’s eyes widen as she realize what Pussy is saying.  She tries to hide blush that covers her cheeks  behind her hair as Pussy laughs.  “Pussy!” exclaims Sam.  “I am not that kind of girl!”

Pussy looks around Sam at Monte who has occupied himself with his book bag.  Leaning back and moving closer to Sam, Pussy whispers “I could be if he was my study partner.  Have fun girl.”

Sam gets off the seat and moves to the side of the ring to set the belt on the apron then slide through the ropes to drop to the floor.  Grabbing her title, she turns back to Pussy in the ring with a wave.  “See you Sunday,” Sam calls as she moves towards Monte.  “So what do you think?” she teases as she waves towards the pair in the ring , her motions taking in the venue.

Monte’s lips press together as his eyes follow her wave, taking in the casino and ring.  His head slowly begins to nod.  “Interesting…very interesting.  But it gives me a whole new appreciation for you,” Monte says as the two of them move towards the exit.  “Who knew I would be paired up with someone like you but if this is who you are, I think I could get to like this partnership.  Unless you will put me in a wrestling hold if I don’t do my part of the work?” he asks with a teasing grin.

Sam’s eyes roll at the blatant teasing.  “If you aren’t careful I will end up showing you the difference between a wrist watch and a wrist lock,” she teases back in a friendly way.  “Come on, I’ll drive you back,” she offers as she pushes open the door and waves him through.  Monte brushes past her and out the door followed by Sam who lets the door close blocking the pair from view.

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A room can be seen with row upon row of silvery cages.  In the silence, the sounds of snuffling and whimpers can be heard with the occasional bark being heard.  Suddenly a hand moves into the shot and opens one of the cage doors.  The same hand reaches inside the cage to pull out a small puppy who wiggles and whines before being pulled into an embrace.  The camera pans away to reveal Sam Marlowe is holding the puppy and stroking the soft fur.

“This is Arlo and he is one of the many dogs at the Humane Society here in Las Vegas.  He’s one of the reasons that the Bombshells and Superstars of Sin City Wrestling are supporting the Humane Society at the historical 150th Climax Control.  That night we will be in the ring wrestling for these little guys and we want you to donate to this worthy charity,” says Sam as she wrinkles her nose and brings it close to the puppy’s.  The dog wiggles closer and begins to lick her face causing her to giggle.

“Donations made at Climax Control will be used to help dogs like Arlo and all his other friends here at the Humane Society…so we want you to give generously,” says Sam as she walks to the middle of the room and sits down on the floor.  Once she does, the sounds of cages being opened and the clicking of nails on the hard floor indicate a stampede of animals.  

Suddenly Sam is swarmed by the dogs and is knocked backwards and under a puppy pile.  Her laughter mixes with the whining and barking of the dogs.  The director of the shoot yells cut and handlers come to rescue Sam who is smiling as she gently pushes the last of the puppies away enough to get to her feet.  Once on her feet, she moves towards a table where a few bottles of water can be seen.  

As she approaches it from one side, Rocky Mountains moves in from the other side.  “Imagine meeting you here,” says Rocky with a smile.  “Could I get an interview from the Bombshell Champion?”

Sam takes a bottle of water and opening it, takes a slow sip then nods in the affirmative.  “Sure, let’s do this,” she says as Rocky pulls a camera from her purse and turns it to begin filming Sam who smiles.  

From behind the camera, Rocky begins to speak.  “This week Sam you are taking on Crystal Millar a woman that most say could be taking your title on Sunday.  What do you have to say to the people out there that are expecting a new champion?”

“Well Rocky, as much as people tend to write me off when it comes to defending this title, you have to admit when the chips are down I tend to step my game up.  And believe you me, the chips are down on Sunday,” offers Sam as she takes another sip of the water.  “Don’t get me wrong, I know what I am stepping into but nobody seems to have faith that I can do it,” adds Sam.

“Don’t be like that Sam, there must be people out there that are saying you will win,” says Rocky as Sam just shakes her head.

“Trust me Rocky, everyone is saying this is Crystal’s to win and maybe just maybe it is,” offers Sam.  Using one hand to brush her hair off her cheek, she continues.  “I don’t really care what the odds are and how many are saying that Crystal will beat me.  The only person that can beat me this week on Climax Control is myself.  I mean I could stand here and talk about how she beat me and how I beat her but when push comes to shove, it is going to be the two of us one on one in that ring and when the dust settles, there will be only one person holding the title when it is through and I am fixing for that person to be me!”

Rocky nods as she films Sam who is looking towards the animals that are being set up for the next shot.  “Sam, how comfortable are you with the fact that Crystal Millar has been relatively quiet about the match?”

“Oh Rocky, she may have been quiet about the match but that doesn’t mean she has been quiet all week,” offers Sam.  “I have been watching twitter and trust me she hasn’t been quiet at all.  Crying about how she needs her husband who isn’t talking to her and they share the same house.  Complaining that she needs more friends…with a friend like her, who needs enemies?  Seriously Rocky, as much as she has been front and center with her life I don’t think that I will take her lightly because she does hold a win over me in a mixed tag match.  And I hold a win over her in a triple threat.  Sunday night’s match will be one on one and then she won’t have any excuse if she loses because she finally got what she was asking for all along.”

Rocky Mountains gives Sam a hard look which is returned with a look that speaks volumes about the confidence of the bombshell champion.  A slow smile begins to cross Sam’s lips as she is called over to finish another promotion for the charity.  Patting Rocky on her arm, Sam moves off with a soft apology.

As she joins the director, she is handed a pair of kittens who begin to climb on her as she listens to what she is needing to say.  Rocky watches as the shoot happens.

This week on Climax Control 150, the bombshells and superstars of Sin City Wrestling are fighting for the Humane Society.  We are asking for your support for this very worthy charity.  Open up your hearts and checkbooks, you won’t be sorry at all…”

The scene fades out on Sam Marlowe being clawed as a kitten crawls up her shoulder to butt his nose against her ear with a soft meow that brings a smile to the face of the Bombshell champion which is the last thing seen as the scene fades out.