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Climax Control Roleplays / Artie…Future World Heavyweight Champion?!
« on: May 03, 2024, 09:10:40 PM »
Monday April 29th
Hastings, England

Last night was the opening week of the Blast From The Past tournament, as well as the first show in the Battleground Tour in Hastings. Bobbie and Peter Vaughn were successful in their first round match, which meant it was now time for the pair to move forward and focus on Artie and Kallie’s first round match. Unfortunately for Artie, it would not be an easy feat, because he would have to go up against a man returning to SCW…Konrad Raab.

They needed some sleep first, however. Which is what they got. A good night’s sleep. They would be travelling to France for the next stop of the tour, but they were staying in England one more day anyway. They were just making their way into the lobby, preparing to go do some sightseeing, when they stopped dead in their tracks. Well, Artie did first. Someone was walking into the hotel he was not expecting to see. His father!

“Dad??” He says, letting go of Bobbie’s hand and walking to his father. Bobbie was equally surprised to see her father in-law, but she was more interested in where Artie’s mother was. “What are you doing here?! Where’s Mom?” Artie looks around, expecting to see his mother, but she was most definitely not there.

His father scowls as he sets his suitcase down. “She’s not here.” His recent angry attitude had not changed, which Artie did not appreciate. Bobbie wanted to say something, but she remained quiet, knowing full well it may set him off.

“Uhh…okay.” Artie scratches his head. “But what are you doing here? How did you know we were staying in this hotel?”

His father shrugs. “I knew you’d give all the info to Ken and Barb, so I called Ken. He told me where you were staying. What are you not happy to see me or something? Because I can leave if that’s–”

“What?! No!” Artie raises his voice. He still didn’t understand why his father was being this way, but he got the impression he would be finding out soon enough. “I’m just surprised to see you is all. And without Mom. You two usually never travel alone so it just threw me off. Of course I don’t want you to leave.”

His father rolls his eyes, and actually glances to Bobbie. “Bobbie.” Just a simple greeting, but it was almost as if he wasn’t happy to see her. It hurt not only Bobbie, but Artie also. Before Bobbie could greet him back, Artie had had enough, and decided to address the elephant in the room.

“Dad, come on.” He says, and his father glares back at him. “You’ve been in a horrible mood for, what, months now? What gives? Bobbie has done nothing to you for you to treat her that way.” And it was true. Bobbie was always loving towards her in-laws. And she thought they had always loved her, too. There was never a problem until recently, and they needed to get to the bottom of it.

His father shakes his head, but his scowling suddenly fades. He looks almost apologetic but he remains focused on Artie, avoiding eye contact with Bobbie. Artie waits for an answer. Anything, really, to explain what has been going on. “I…I…Didn’t want to burden you with any of this. You’re all grown up and living your own life out in Las Vegas now. I..I can handle this…” He trails off and before they know it, he starts to sob.

Artie and Bobbie look at one another, concerned. Artie approaches his father, more worried than Bobbie at this point. He places a hand on his shoulder and tries to console him. “Whatever it is wouldn’t be a burden to me, Dad. You know that.” He needed to know. It was just like when Bobbie was dealing with her anxiety struggles, even though that was still an issue at times. “Please tell me what’s going on.”

Artie’s father takes in a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He looks at Bobbie and shakes his head. “Not here. Not in front of her.”

Again, Bobbie looks surprised. “Mr. Miller, if I did something…”

“Bobbie, I’ve got this.” Artie interrupts. “I’m sure it’s nothing you did. Let me just…talk to him in private for a few minutes.” He wouldn’t have said this if he wasn’t sure that it was something else upsetting his father. Bobbie had no choice but to agree, and Artie leads his father over to a secluded area of the hotel lobby so they can talk.

His father looks, making sure Bobbie can’t hear them. But he is also looking at how worried and upset his daughter in law is. “I…I shouldn’t have come all this way. This can wait until you guys get home.”

Artie shakes his head. “No.” He replies quickly, refusing to let this fester any longer. “You need to tell me. Now. Is Mom sick? Are you sick? What is it?”

His father shakes his head. “No. No. Neither of us is sick.” He replies, immediately putting that possibility to rest. But Artie still waits for an answer. His father stares at him, knowing there is no way out of this. He has to tell Artie the truth. And it’s a truth that just might shatter him. “What I’m about to tell you, it’s going to come as a huge shock, son.”

Artie nods and does his best to remain calm. “Okay. What’s going on?”

A long pause falls between them, as his father gathers his thoughts and words carefully. He then takes in a deep breath and finally spills the beans. “Your mother…she’s been having an affair.”

Artie’s jaw drops. He shakes his head, refusing to believe it. “What? No. That’s…you’re wrong. Mom would never…” He couldn’t accept what his father was telling him. On the other side of the lobby, Bobbie was anxiously wondering what was being said.

“It’s true, son.” His father replies, nodding his head sadly. “I didn’t want to believe it either, but it is.”

“How? With..with who?! How could she do this to you?! To our family!”  Artie sees Bobbie stepping towards them when she hears him raise his voice, but he holds up his hand, stopping her.

“She doesn’t know that I know.” His father says. “Just…don’t tell her. Or Bobbie until I figure out how to handle this.” Artie just stands there, speechless. How could he face his mother again after learning this? How could he not tell Bobbie the truth?

One thing is for sure. He was glad to have a wrestling match this weekend. Because he suddenly had the urge to punch something…or someone.


The camera opens up, focused on Artie’s awkward smiling face. He waves into the camera, ready to record his first message for the fans, his tag team partner and his opponents this week.

”So, uh, hi everyone. Welcome to my first actual promo for SCW! This feels super weird, because I never thought I’d even be doing this, but I went and made an honest mistake and now I’m paying the price. Or reaping the rewards if it all works out, right? I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

“Be more positive sweetie! Don’t give them something to use against you!”

Bobbie’s voice is heard off camera. Artie turns his head, no doubt looking directly at her and scowls a bit.

“That’s what I’m doing! You be quiet and let me do this on my own. It’s my match anyway!”

Bobbie can be heard grumbling in response and Artie turns back to look into the camera. He lets out a sigh and briefly shakes his head.

“Anyway. Sorry about that. Bobbie is just trying to be a little too helpful, which I understand, but I’ve gotta take care of this myself, right? I know it’s not my usual job in SCW. I mean, I’m Bobbie’s manager slash valet. That’s about all I’ve been good for because I’m not exactly the wrestler type. I’m not an athletic type at all honestly. But the contracts for the Blast From The Past tournament were updated this year I guess. I didn’t look at them properly and next thing I know, I’m a participant in the tournament.”

He pauses for a moment and scratches his head. The tournament had been almost his sole focus over the last several weeks, when he wasn’t doing his managerial duties for Bobbie. He shrugs before he continues.

“Bobbie has been pretty upset with Christian Underwood for not allowing me out of this tournament, and I get it. I get both sides, really. It was an honest mistake, and Christian should understand that. But I also get that Christian is looking at this as a way to draw some attention to the tournament also. Because who wouldn’t watch when you have someone who has never wrestled competing and possibly making a fool of themselves, right? Get a few laughs at my expense just because.”

He closes his eyes and sighs again. Anyone else would be upset, but not Artie. He is literally shrugging it off as best as he can, trying to make the most of it.

“But as nervous as I am about all of this, a part of me is also…excited. Why would I be excited at the thought of getting my butt kicked and embarrassed? Well, it’s not really about that. I’m more excited at quite the opposite happening, because what if I prove everyone wrong? What if I go out there and actually hold my own pretty well? What if I actually fight and win this whole dang tournament? What if I actually get a World Heavyweight Championship shot after all of this?! Think about it!”

The excitement actually starts to increase in his voice the more he speaks. He briefly looks off camera to Bobbie, shushing her before she can even speak, before he looks back to the camera, smiling.

“I’m not saying it will happen, but we all know that it could! Anything is possible. I mean I could actually win the World Heavyweight Championship! ME! I know it’s a long shot, but I’m trying to think positive here. These last several weeks training have not been easy, and I’m trying to make the most of it. But I know that there are three other people in this match that I need to think about. One more than the other two, so I will save him for last.”

His expression suddenly falls a bit, knowing that the man he will have to face this week is a Raab. He sets any nervousness he has aside for the moment.

“So I’ve been teamed with Kallie Reznik for this tournament. I’m not completely familiar with her, because she’s fairly newer to SCW and Bobbie hasn’t even faced her…yet. But from what I have seen and heard, she’s pretty decent! Our team may not exactly have the odds in our favor for obvious reasons, but I think we stand a pretty good chance. As long as we work together. I mean, that is what this is about, right? A tag team tournament. Team work! It makes the dream work, people!”

Artie smiles and gives two thumbs up into the camera. Bobbie can be heard chuckling off camera, and Artie does his best to ignore her for now.

”As long as Kallie and I can work together and trust one another, we can get through this tournament. I may not know her personally yet, but I trust her and I am going to promise her that I will do everything that I can to help us win. I will do my part the best I can. I mean I’ve been training my butt off these last few weeks trying to get prepared, and I think it’s actually working! Look! A muscle!”

Artie pulls his arm up into the camera to make a muscle, and indeed a slight one does appear. Bobbie can be heard laughing again, and Artie shushes her yet again. Inside joke, perhaps.

”I don’t think Kallie has anything to worry about, either. I mean, this week she has to focus on Bea Barnhardt of all people. I don’t think it could get any easier for her than Bea Barnhardt. Am I right, Bobbie? It shouldn’t be that hard for Kallie going against Bea, right?!”

”Oh NOW you want me to say something? Nuh uh! You can handle this all by yourself, sweetie!”

Artie frowns, but he knows he deserved that one. He shrugs again and looks back into the camera.

”I’ll take that as a yes. Bobbie has faced Bea a couple times before and come out on the winning end, so I have complete faith that Kallie will handle Bea just fine and get the win for us…if I can’t anyway. So I guess that brings me to the guy I will actually be facing this week, huh? Someone who has a history in SCW, too. A guy named…Konrad Raab.”

Artie gulps nervously. He didn’t have to do research to be nervous just saying the name. Or the last name at least. The Raab’s were well known in the wrestling business, so naturally Artie knew what he was up against.

“I don’t need to go and watch any of Konrad’s last matches or anything, because I know full well what to expect from him. His last name says it all! The Raab’s are big guys. Tough opponents. Can be kinda vicious. Maybe I’m thinking about Lord Raab, or whatever his name was. The monster dude? I dunno. My point is the same. The Raabs are well known in the wrestling world, so the fact that I’m going up against one in the very first round has me a little…nervous. Who wouldn’t be, right?”

He scratches his head again, trying to think of what to say next before he takes in a deep breath.

“I guess this guy likes fire…a lot. He even earned his nickname for it. Kinda scary thought, but luckily if he tries any of that stuff in this match, he’d get his team disqualified, so I guess I shouldn’t be that nervous! I think that of anyone opponents in this tournament, I’m kinda glad we got Konrad’s team first. Just to get them out of the way and then it could get easier from there!”

”Again, not how it works, sweetie!”

Artie closes his eyes and avoids looking in Bobbie’s direction. He’s making a mental note that should he and Kallie advance this week, next time he would record his promo while Bobbie was somewhere else.

”You all know what I meant by that, so just ignore my nosey wife as she is trying to be helpful again. So anyway, yeah. I think getting Konrad Raab about of the way first is the way to do it. And I think I’m ready. If I can have training sessions with a guy like Fenris and still be sitting here today talking to all of you, I can handle Konrad Raab in the ring, right?!”

Bobbie can be heard laughing off camera. Artie just remains focused as best he can, though his nostrils flare a bit.

”Earlier I promised Kallie that I would do my part in this tournament, and I intend to stick to that promise. I know she is probably nervous to, having me for a partner and all, but I’ll do what needs to be done to get her to the World Bombshell Championship opportunity. Konrad may be bigger. He may be a lot more experienced and dangerous, but I think once I step into that ring, the adrenaline boost will work in my favor. I’m pretty quick, so that is working in my favor, too! I’ll find a weakness to use against him. I’ll take him down and prove to everyone that I can get the win for me and Kallie! I’ll show all of you!”

He tries to look as serious as he can into the camera, not wanting to give Konrad anything to use against him.

“Everyone is expecting me to be the joke of the entire tournament, and that’s fine. I get it. Laugh all you want, but when it’s all said and done? I’m gonna surprise all of you! I’m going to go out there, fight like hell and make it all the way to the finals where Kallie and I WILL win. And you know what?”

He leans in closer to the camera, smiling.

”You’re looking at a future World Heavyweight Champion! Uh-huh! I said it!”

“Not if Peter and I have anything to say about it!”

Artie’s eyes widen and he glares at Bobbie off camera. His hand reaches up to the top of the laptop.

“You’re supposed to be a supportive wife, ya know!”

Artie quickly closes the laptop, ending the recording, before their debate can be recorded any further.

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Climax Control Archives / From The Mind of Bobbie Dahl: A Journal Entry
« on: April 26, 2024, 09:39:29 PM »
Wednesday April 24th


So it’s been a hot minute since I added an entry into this thing, which I think I said the same thing with the last time I wrote anything. I need to start getting better at writing down my thoughts because I think it really does help make me feel better sometimes. There is just something about getting stuff off of your chest in writing versus saying, or screaming it out loud. It probably has something to do with the fact you can gather your thoughts a lot more when you are writing them down.

Anywho. So a lot has been going on, like I always seem to say recently. I finally won the Bombshell Roulette Championship,and as fantastic as it felt to win it, it’s been quite the challenge defending and retaining it as time goes on. I told myself when I won it that I wanted to keep it as long as I could to make my reign worth something, and I hope I have done that a little bit, but I feel like there is still more to do. I don’t know, I guess only time will tell. But I need to be a better champion, too, because I have represented myself or SCW the way I should as one of their champions.

So this week kicks off a couple of big events in SCW. The Blast From the Past tournament and the next big tour. I wish I could say we were touring completely in the United States, but we’re not. There are a few trips overseas, which means Artie and I will be away from my Loki baby for a bit. I know he’ll do okay, because he loves spending time with my parents, but considering he is my unofficial emotional support dog, it’ll be hard not having him with us. But I can get through this. I have before!

Artie and I are currently on our way to England for the first stop in the Battleground tour. He’s passed out next to me in his seat, bless his heart. He’s been working so hard lately trying to prepare himself for this tournament. I still can’t believe we couldn’t get him out of this. Signing him up was an honest mistake, but Christian Underwood is Christian Underwood and he wouldn’t let Artie out of it. He’s going to get some sort of sick enjoyment out of possibly seeing Artie struggle, or even get hurt, but we’ve been doing all that we could to get him prepared so neither of that happens. With Fenris’ help, of course. It’s been a long few weeks, and Artie is just glad that his first round match doesn’t happen in the first week.

But mine does!

I wasn’t even going to sign up after this fiasco with Artie’s contract happened. I was going to focus on helping him and getting him ready, but they needed one more Bombshell at the last minute so I went ahead and tossed my name into the fold. We also held out hope that we would get drawn as partners, but of course that didn’t happen. I’m not disappointed with who either of us got as our partners, though! I think we both stand a good chance, I’m just trying not to think about the if/when situation that our teams get booked against one another. We will worry about that when the time comes!

So I got paired with the new Internet Champion, Peter Vaughn. Even if he wasn’t the Internet Champion, I’d still like my chances because he’s a former Roulette Champion so I know he’ll carry his own weight in this tournament. I hope I can do the same. Last year I thought that Jack and I had a decent shot at winning, and we did pretty good but it just didn’t work out. I was a different Bobbie back then and Jack may or may not say this, but I am to blame for us not winning last year. But this year will be different! I’ve been on a roll since I came back, and I’m not about to ruin things now. Plus, if Peter and I win and I’m still the Bombshell Roulette Champion, I would have the opportunity to become a double champion! I mean, only temporarily, but just the accomplishment alone would be huge.

Then again…am I really ready to go after the World Bombshell Championship? Some might say I am, given how much I have improved lately, but I just want to pace myself. I don’t want to be one of those people that just jumps from title to title just because. I want to make an impact in SCW. I want to continue to be a success so that maybe someday MY name will be in the Hall of Fame. Okay…I’m getting a little ahead of myself here. I have to think about the present. Not the maybe distant future.

Anyway…I need to wake Artie up soon. I almost feel bad about doing that, because he’s been so tired lately with all the training he’s been doing. He’s been working so hard. And looking at his sweet sleeping face, it just brings back all the feelings about me not being able to have a baby. He deserves to be a daddy, and I think a mini Artie would be just adorable. But…I guess life has other plans for us.

What plans that may be still remains to be seen. But I guess I should really stop avoiding having a serious conversation with him about it…


After finishing writing her most recent journal entry, Bobbie closes her journal and tucks it away back into her carry-on bag. She looks at Artie as he is still sleeping soundly and a tiny smile appears on her face. They hadn’t been married quite a year yet, but the fact that they had known each other practically their entire lives, it felt like they had been married a long time ago. And as much as Artie would do for Bobbie, Bobbie would do even more for him.

They would be arriving in England soon. The pilot had made the announcement over the intercom a short while ago, and Artie had somehow managed to sleep through it. Bobbie puts her hand on Artie’s shoulder and gently nudges him, trying to wake him up. He moves just a bit, not ready to open his eyes, so Bobbie nudges him again. “Artie. Honey, wake up.” She says, trying not to laugh. It was like trying to wake a sleeping child in a way. “We’re going to be landing soon. Wake up.”

Artie then draws in a deep breath and yawns, his eyes slowly opening. He sits up straight in his seat and rubs his eyes, the exhaustion still very much apparent. “Already?” He asks, looking around as other passengers are also starting to wake from their own naps. “I wasn’t even asleep that long.”

Bobbie laughs. “It probably feels like it, huh?” She replies, shaking her head. “But you’ve been out for a while. It’s okay. You needed it.”

Artie stares at her for a moment and yawns again, letting his body slowly start to wake even more. “Please tell me you got some sleep.” And there was his concern for her. She knew he would ask that question as soon as he woke up.

She shrugs and replies, “I dozed off for a little bit.” She wasn’t lying. She did manage to get a little bit of sleep, but sleeping for an extended period of time on an airplane didn’t exactly come easy to her. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m fine. You needed the sleep more than I did anyway.”

Artie shakes his head. “We both needed the sleep, Bobbie.” He says, still concerned that she didn’t sleep more. Considering how long of a flight it was to England, this could affect her by the time her match came around. “You can’t afford to be sleep deprived this weekend.”

Bobbie laughs and shrugs again. “I’ll be fine, Artie. I promise.” She pauses for a few moments, deciding how she wants to approach her next words. “When we get settled into our hotel room and such, we need to have a talk.” It probably wasn’t the best choice of words, but it was all she could come up with.

Artie turns and stares at her. The look on his face is a mixture of confused and worried, because when someone says they need to have a talk like Bobbie just did, it is almost never a good sign. “That doesn’t sound encouraging. Everything okay?”

She nods. “Relax, honey. We just need to have a serious conversation about something, and as much as I’d like to get it over with now, it’s not appropriate on a plane surrounded by strangers.”

He scratches his head, but after a moment, he thinks he has it figured out. There was only one thing he could think of that Bobbie was referring to. “You mean the baby subject, don’t you?” He knew it had been on Bobbie’s mind constantly as of late, and he understood why. It was something a lot of women focused on. He also knew that Bobbie wanted nothing more than the both of them to have a biological child, but that might not be possible.

“I said we would talk about this once we get settled into our hotel.” It was her way of confirming that was what she meant, without actually saying anything further about it. If they didn’t stop now, the conversation would get rolling and she didn’t want to do this here.

“Okay then.” Artie replies. “Not sure why you want to have such a big conversation just days before your match, but I won’t say anything else about it.” He would have been perfectly fine with putting off this conversation for another day when the possible stress of it wouldn’t get in the way of an important match.

Bobbie wanted to reply and tell him exactly why she wanted to have the conversation now rather than keep putting it off, but she just pats his leg and says nothing more. The conversation would come soon enough, because it had to. No more putting it off. No more waiting for one reason or another.

No matter how difficult the conversation would be, they simply had to decide just how much they wanted children, and whether or not they could accept not having a biological child. Because their path forward all depended on the answers to those questions.


A few hours later, Bobbie and Artie are finally settled into their hotel room they would be in the next few days. The jet lag was already starting to sink in and both were ready to get some much needed sleep. Before that could happen, though, they needed to talk. And before Bobbie could bring up the subject, Artie broke the silence between them and just blurted out what was on his mind.

“So what is so important about the baby subject that just can’t wait?” Again, poor choice of wording, but it was all he could come up with, and Bobbie manages to let out a chuckle.

“Right down to business, huh?” Bobbie replies, laughing again. She sits up in the bed, leaning against the large headboard, and Artie does the same. Guess it was now or never. “It can’t wait because, depending on what we decide, affects things going forward. Especially for me if and when Peter and I get eliminated from the tournament.”

Artie raises an eyebrow. “What we decide? I’m confused. What is this all about?”

Bobbie sighs. She closes her eyes and gathers her thoughts, trying to make this as easy as possible. Although nothing about this was easy at all. “Is having kids something we don’t want to pass up on? And not only that, but if I can’t give us a biological child, are you okay with that, too?” Two questions that seem so simple, but were anything but. Deep down, Artie knew the answer to both, and he was about to respond but Bobbie had to continue before he did. “Because if we really want to try to have a biological child, we need to act sooner and not later. IVF is going to really be my only option, and even that isn’t a guarantee.”

There was so much for Artie to process with everything Bobbie just spilled on him. And she had a point. IVF was not only costly, but physically challenging as well. “Well…” He starts, pausing to gather his own thoughts. “I don’t know why you are leaving this decision completely up to me, because if you really want to try for a baby, I am on board. But…you’d have to be done with wrestling so we would have to wait either way.”

Bobbie shakes her head. “We wouldn’t necessarily have to wait.” She replies, confusing him even more. “If and when Peter and I are eliminated, and if I lose the Bombshell Roulette Championship, that would give me the opportunity to take some time off to focus on this. If we go another route, though…” Talk about a huge decision to make.

“Oh…” Artie says, at a loss for words almost. “Well…what do we do then?”

And that…was the million dollar question. Bobbie drew in a deep breath and shrugged, and the two stared at one another, quietly pondering their decision long and carefully.

Their future depended on it…


Heya, hiya, hello everyone! I’m going to just cut down to the chase and get right to business here because holy moly time is flying by lately! Blast From The Past is here again and I can’t believe we’re already on round one week one! Not to mention, me and my partner drew the short stick and got booked the first week. Less time to prepare, but oh well I guess!

I’m gonna be honest after Artie mistakenly signed up for the tournament himself, I wasn’t going to sign up. I wanted to make sure he was ready and wouldn’t get hurt, but they needed a spot filled at the last minute so…I said what the hell. I’d be wrestling either way so why not add my name into the tournament and possibly win myself a World Bombshell Championship opportunity?!

I was hoping that Artie and I would get paired together by chance, but that was a little too hopeful because it was a slim chance. I ended up getting paired with the man who just beat hunky butt Miles Kasey for the Internet Championship, Peter Vaughn! Bummer for Miles losing the title, but I have no doubt he’ll get another chance. Or maybe a chance at the World Heavyweight title! You go Miles!

I don’t know Peter very well, but I still like my chances with him as a partner! I just hope that it’s not like last year where he doesn’t trust me, because let me tell you, the back and forth bickering with Jack Washington was exhausting! In the end maybe Jack was right, because it was my fault we lost, but I still did everything I could to get us to go all the way! Hey, mind out of the gutter folks. You know what I meant.

Anywho…so I hope Peter can trust me. I hope he can see that I’m a champion just as much as he is and I want this team to work and make it all the way to the finals. I want our team to be looked at as the team to beat! And that is saying something considering we’re going up against a team that has a former World Heavyweight Champ in it! And apparently there is some bad blood or whatever between Peter and Matthew, so…this should be interesting!

But I don’t really need to focus on Matthew, now do I? Nope! I have to worry about his partner, the one that I will be facing. Some new chick named Kasey Vex! Umm…who?! Look, I understand the tournament is open to everyone outside of SCW, but come on…give me something to go on here! How do I prepare to face someone I know nothing about?! It’s one of the things I don’t really like about this tournament. But ah well…I’m gonna do my best!

I’ll do what I can to find anything on this chick to get ready but as far as I can tell, she’s just…unknown. So far be it from me to go out there and let her get the best of me and advance in this tournament. She’ll probably be like so many others that just show up, and once they lose, they’re gone. They don’t even stick around, so why should someone like THAT win the whole damn thing and get a shot at our top title?!

They shouldn’t! Dedicated and loyal SCW superstars deserve it. And we’re all going to show them that. Quit showing up trying to take our spotlight just because it has a guaranteed shot at the top title as the final prize! If there is one thing I’m happy about, it’s that my Bombshell Roulette Championship isn’t on the line in this match too, because I’ll be DAMNED if I would let her get a shot at something I worked my booty off for!

Peter and I have a lot of work ahead of us. There’s no question about it. But I have faith we can work together and get the job done! One match at a time. One week at a time. One opponent at a time.

2024 Blast From The Past is OURS to win!

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Supercard Archives / Re: BOBBIE DAHL (c) v BELLA MADISON - ROULETTE TITLE
« on: April 12, 2024, 07:14:09 PM »
Blaze of Glory Twelve is just around the corner and soon Bobbie and her family will be heading to Flagstaff for all of the pre-match festivities leading up to the show. It’s been known for weeks that Bobbie would be defending her title against Bella Madison, so she had ample time to prepare herself both mentally and physically for the challenge ahead. She had faced Bella once already since making her return- before she won the Bombshell Roulette Championship- and she had come out on the winning end. But this time felt different to her. Because it was different.

It’s the day before they are scheduled to leave for Flagstaff and Bobbie is at her parents’ new home just outside of Las Vegas. Even though it’s Nevada, and the temperature can get relatively hot even in early spring, today was unseasonably cooler. It was the perfect day for Bobbie and her mother, though. They both had enjoyed temperatures like this back in Illinois, so this gave them a chance to sit out in the backyard and just have a relaxing day before Bobbie had to get down to business with her upcoming match. Artie, meanwhile, is off somewhere else getting in a training session to prepare for the Blast From The Past Tournament.

But Bobbie is clearly distracted at the moment. She’s fairly quiet as they sit in their chairs on the patio while Loki has found a spot under a tree to get some shade after romping around playing with some of his toys. Barbie, her mother, turns her head and stares at her daughter for a moment, trying to get a sense of what may be on her mind before breaking the silence between them. Considering everything recently, there was only one of two things that could be bothering Bobbie. Or both. And one subject, Barbie did not want to bring up right off the bat on the off chance it was something else.

“Alright,” she finally says, breaking the long silence and setting her glass of tea down on the small table between them. “You’re nervous about your match against Bella, aren’t you? That has to be it, because you’re too quiet.”

Bobbie sighs and turns her head to look at her mother. She, too, sets her glass of tea on the table, and she shakes her head with a bit of a smile. “So much for a relaxing day? You just can’t help yourself sometimes, can you?” Bobbie responds, although it is more out of amusement than annoyance. She knew her mother cared and had been worried about her quite a bit recently, as did her father. It was what made them such great parents.

Barbie smiles back. “I’m your mother,” she says very matter of factly. “I’m supposed to pry whenever I think it's warranted. What kind of mother would I be if I didn’t?”

Bobbie nods, seeing her mother’s point. She lets out a sigh as her attention darts to Loki, still resting under the tree. “I mean, yeah I am nervous. I’d be crazy not to be. Blaze of Glory is a big show. The biggest of the year along with High Stakes.” She pauses, gathering the rest of her thoughts. She had so many of them, she didn’t know where to begin. “Bella is a tough opponent. I just barely defeated her last time. And this time? She might just pull off the win and make my title reign shorter than I wanted it to be.”

Barbie nods slowly. Bobbie’s anxiousness was understandable in this instance, but she was prepared to do anything and everything she could to get her daughter into better spirits. “There’s always a chance that she could, yes. But your father and I have watched you over the last few months, and you improve each and every time. But I sense your focus isn’t completely on Bella lately as it should be. There’s more, isn’t there?” Barbie used her last question as a gentle transition into the subject she had been avoiding. And if she was wrong, that would be even better.

Bobbie didn’t answer right away. She remained silent for a while, and Loki had finally gotten up from his spot under the tree and trotted over to Bobbie’s side, sitting down next to her. He rested his head on her knee and Bobbie took the opportunity to gently pet and scratch the top of his head, loving on her baby boy as he so wanted. He could sense she needed him just as well. After a few moments gathering her response, Bobbie finally caved and admitted something her mother wasn’t completely expecting. “I’m trying to find a way to get over this…jealousy…I feel towards Bella.”

“Jealousy?” Barbie asks, slightly surprised. “I’ve never known you to be jealous of anyone for any reason.” Barbie gives her daughter her full attention, hoping she can support her in any way possible.

Bobbie shrugs quickly, trying to brush it off like it’s not a big deal, but she knows her mother won’t accept that. So she has no choice but to explain. “Every time I try to go and prepare to face her again, I’m reminded of the fact that she has this beautiful baby girl at home. And she was back in the ring just a few months after giving birth to her.” Bobbie closes her eyes and sighs. “That has to be some sort of record. But not that it should matter to me, because that won’t be happening to me anyway, but I still can’t stop be a little jealous.”

Barbie shakes her head. She knew Bobbie had been struggling a lot recently with this situation, but she still hadn’t given her mother more information. Barbie had to get to the bottom of it and know all the facts if she wanted to really help Bobbie. “Alright. I have let this go on longer than I should have. It might not be the best time to discuss it now, but it has to be done.” Bobbie looks at her mother, confused. Barbie just sits up straight as she faces her daughter. “I want you to tell me what exactly the doctor said. All you told me was that you can’t have kids, but you never gave me specifics.”

Bobbie shakes her head. “No. There’s no need to.”

“There most certainly is a need to.” Barbie responds quickly. “Now, spill it. Tell me what the doctor told you.”

Bobbie goes silent for a few moments, staring at her mother. There was no way she was getting out of telling her the details, so she had to emotionally prepare herself to go back to the day she had been thinking about for the last several months. And she just hoped she wouldn’t start crying all over again…

Several months ago…

Just a few days ago, Bobbie had gone through several different tests with her doctor. She and Artie had been privately discussing, and even trying, getting pregnant and adding a little one to their family for some time, but as they were not having any luck they both decided it was best to see their respective doctors to find out if there was an underlying cause. Artie’s tests had come back absolutely perfect, which was a relief. But today was the day they were going to find out all of the results of Bobbie’s tests. To say Bobbie was nervous was an understatement.

The two of them are seated in her doctor’s office, waiting for him to finish with another patient and come deliver the news to them. Bobbie’s right leg kept bouncing up and down, one of the outward signs of her growing anxiety, and Loki was not there to help ease it. Artie did his best, though, as he takes her hand in his and gives it a gentle squeeze. “It’ll be okay, Bobbie.” He says, reassuring her as best as he could. “Just try to relax.”

Bobbie shakes her head. “I can’t, Artie. I know there is something wrong with me, because all of your tests came back perfect.” She turns her head to look at him, somehow managing a little smirk. “Hell, the doctor said your little swimmers were some of the most active he’s ever seen!”

Artie cracks a smile, but even though the comment came from Bobbie, his cheeks still flush a little red. This whole process had been a little awkward for the both of them, but when they had heard that line from his doctor, Bobbie had laughed and Artie had just scratched his head in an awkward silence.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever forget hearing those words.” Artie replied, letting out a laugh.

“Neither will I.” Bobbie responds, but once again returns to the present moment as they still wait for her doctor. “And it’s how I know that something is wrong with me. You deserve to be a daddy, and here I am, unable to make that happen.”

Artie doesn’t get a chance to respond, as there is a gentle knock on the door and then her doctor slowly walks in, holding a tablet in his hand. “Bobbie. Artie. Good to see the both of you again.” He says as he sits down in the chair behind his desk to face them.

“Alright, doc.” Bobbie says, sitting up straight. “Just break it to me. The wait has been killing me. What is wrong with me?”

Artie shakes his head and just rubs Bobbie’s shoulder. Her doctor, while slightly amused with her rushing him, doesn’t crack a smile. He sets the tablet down and Bobbie and Artie prepare themselves. “I have gone over all of your test results, and while it’s not terrible news, it’s also not exactly good news, either.”

“W-what does that mean?” Artie asks first.

“Just tell me. Am I able to get pregnant or not?” Bobbie asks bluntly.

“Technically, yes, there is a chance you could get pregnant.” Her doctor responds. Artie smiles, almost relieved, but Bobbie knows there is more. “But not without some difficulty. And this is not me getting your hopes up either. After reviewing all of your tests, we have determined you have Polycystic Ovarian–”

“PCOS…” Bobbie interrupts him. She knew exactly what it was, but she had never really suspected it because she didn’t have all of the tell tale signs or symptoms.

“Yes.”  Her doctor confirms. “There are several options for you, Bobbie, and I suggest the both of you discuss how you want to proceed with this and when you might want to have a child. Due to your age, the longer you wait, the probability of a successful pregnancy diminishes.”

It wasn’t the news Bobbie had wanted to hear, but she had somehow expected it. Artie was obviously more hopeful after hearing everything the doctor was saying, but as the doctor continued to go over her options, she began to tune out. All she could think about was that she was right. Artie was perfectly able to father a child, but she was the reason they could not conceive…and probably never would.


Bobbie fell silent as she finished telling her mother exactly how her appointment had gone those many months ago. Her mother sat there, slowly nodding, but she, too, was more hopeful than Bobbie was. She reached forward and took Bobbie’s hand in hers. “Bobbie, honey, if you and Artie really want a baby, there are ways to make it happen. Just because it could be difficult, doesn’t make it impossible.”

Bobbie shakes her head. She had stopped petting Loki and he gently pawed at her to get her to continue. She all too happily obliged. “Options? If Artie and I want to have a baby, the only options we have to have a biological child require a lot of time and help. Not to mention, money. With my wrestling career–”

“Have you and Artie discussed all of this? And what you really want to do?” Barbie asks, stopping Bobbie before she could finish any of the negative speak.

Bobbie shakes her head. “Not really. He knows how upset I was after that appointment so he didn’t really push it. And then I returned to SCW so it just got put on the backburner.”

“The two of you really need to have a sit down discussion about this, and soon.” Barbie replies. “Maybe when you are on break after Blaze of Glory, that can be your opportunity. And whatever you two decide, your father and I will support you all the way. Don’t rob yourselves of the chance to be parents if it is what you really want.”

Barbie squeezes Bobbie’s hand again, comforting her as much as she could. Bobbie slowly nods and looks down at her baby boy Loki, silently wondering if the only child she is meant to have is a four legged one. She had to set those thoughts aside, and soon, however, because her match against Bella was fast approaching. And if she wants to retain the Bombshell Roulette Championship again, she needs to focus.

Focus, focus, focus….


Blaze of Glory…Wow! I can’t believe we’re already at this biggest show of the biggest show of the year! Well, unless you could High Stakes, but I know Blaze of Glory has always been considered SCW’s biggest and most hyped up event and for good reason. A lot of fantastic matches have taken place at this show, and there is no doubt that history will be made time and time again on a Blaze of Glory card. Hell, maybe even this weekend, but I’m not a psychic so I couldn’t tell ya honestly.

I’ve known for a while now that, as long as I had retained my title, I would be defending it against Bella Madison at Blaze of Glory Twelve. When I found out, I was pretty excited because Bella Madison is someone I respect a hell of a lot, and she truly deserves this chance. But from the time it had been announced up until now, I didn’t do my job as the Bombshell Roulette Champion. I could have showed up every week to hype this match or speak to Bella a time or two and really get ready for it, but I didn’t. I did exactly what I told myself when I won this title that I wasn’t going to do. I wasn’t representing my title. I wasn’t being a champion, and for that…I’m sorry.

Being a champion, it takes a lot of focus and dedication. I knew that before I truly set my sights on winning the Roulette Championship anyway. I had to make sure that I was really prepared and that I could handle it all, and I told myself I was ready. I told myself I could handle anything and anyone that was thrown my way, but look at what happened. I let other stuff steal my focus away, and it’s taken attention away from this match and the performance that Bella and I could put on for our family and the fans. People could be talking about this match right now, but they really aren’t.

I’m sorry, Bella. You deserve for this chance to be bigger than I’ve given it to be. You’ve worked your booty off for so long, just like I did when I was working for my chance, and it is the champion’s job to make more noise than I have in recent weeks. I put other stuff higher on my list of priorities, and I know now that that was a mistake. As the Bombshell Roulette Champion, I need to do better. And if I beat you at Blaze of Glory Twelve, I WILL do better, because I have to.

I can still do this. I don’t have anything holding me back, except myself. The only thing I can say that was taking my focus away was worrying about Artie in the Blast From the Past Tournament, but there is time to deal with that. I only had so much time to get ready to face you again. And I know you’re far from the same Bella Madison that I faced last time. You’ve been on a roll, girl. And I commend you for that. But I have to ask…

Are you REALLY ready to be the Bombshell Roulette Champion, let alone ANY champion in SCW? Can you really sit there and say that you can do what I have stumbled in doing and focus as much time and dedication into representing SCW and the Roulette division as it deserves? Are you really prepared to put your body through anything and everything to defend this title? I could go on and on with more questions, but I think you get my point here.

Think about your baby girl, Bella. Maybe you’re able to be a champion and a great mother, but the physicality of what the Roulette Wheel puts us through is no joke, honey. There are going to be times that your body is so battered and bruised, that you won’t be able to hold your baby girl when she’s begging for you to. Or, that she’ll see cuts and bruises on you and either be scared at what she sees, or she’ll wonder…what happened to mommy?

I mean no disrespect, Bella. I’m not trying to be the bad guy here, but I’m trying to be realistic and prepare you for what could be in your future. I can’t guarantee that I will be able to beat you, and honestly? I’m not upset by that. Do I want to keep my reign going? Absolutely. But I see how determined you are and how much you want this. And I am preparing myself for the very real possibility that this time, you just might be better than me.

What we do is hard, Bella. Everyone knows that, and we also know that there are people out there that say professional wrestlers can’t, or shouldn’t, have families and do what we do. But plenty have proven them wrong. But the fact is that you jumped back into the ring pretty damn fast. Faster than anyone I’ve ever seen after having a baby, and I don’t know if that was determination or…I don’t know. I’m not going to even begin to sit here and pretend that I know or understand your life or how you and Malachi work things out raising your daughter. I’m just trying to get you to really think about everything, if you already haven’t.

Once that target is on your back, Bella, the only way it goes away is by losing the title. As soon as you win the title, you’ll have every woman backstage gunning for you- well, maybe not EVERY woman, but a good chunk of them, anyway.

I’m excited about this match, Bella. You’re one of the few that I know shows respect to each and every match and each and every opponent. As long as they deserve it anyway. It’s one of the things I respect about you so much and if you beat me on Sunday? I will gladly hand over the Roulette title and raise your hand in victory. Is that something I really want to do? Of course not. But I’m woman enough to show good sportsmanship anyway!

I’m not ready to give this title up, Bella. I’m going to fight tooth and nail to keep hold of it, and I know you’re going to fight just as hard to take it from me. To that I say bring it, honey. Let’s go out there and put on the match of a lifetime. Let’s show everyone why were two of the toughest Bombshells on this roster. Let’s bring the house down and then afterwards, if we’re still standing anyway…each of us can move forward in our own ways.

Oh and to Georgie Robertson, if you’re watching this…if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay the hell away from this match! Just a little food for thought.

See you Sunday, Bella! May the better Bombshell win!

And I plan to!!

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Climax Control Archives / Lending A Helping Hand
« on: March 01, 2024, 08:00:36 PM »
(Apologies if the ending seems kind of rushed. I threw my back out and in a considerable amount of pain so had to finish it as soon as I could after that.)

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Monday February 26th
Henderson, Nevada
Lending A Helping Hand



It was just about two weeks ago when Bobbie’s parents had spilled the good news and announced that they had purchased a new home near Las Vegas. They had sold their long time family home in Coal City, Illinois and decided that they would retire closer to their daughter as she pursued her wrestling career in SCW. Bobbie was less than thrilled at first, given the fact that she had grown up in the house in Illinois. Her reluctance to accept this news could have also been due to the fact that her anxiety- Piper as she has been known to call it-had been making her more irritable lately for a variety of reasons. But Bobbie was a trooper and was fighting the good fight against any negativity trying to overwhelm her.

Of course she was thrilled that her parents would now be living closer to her, Artie and Loki. It wasn’t exactly easy when they made the decision to move to Las Vegas in the first place, but travelling back and forth was even harder sometimes. So they had made the leap, and they haven’t looked back even after a couple of years now. Hopefully the same would be said for her parents, but only time would tell that story.

The move had gone fairly quickly. After closing on the selling of their home in Illinois, the closing on their new home in Henderson was not long after. Bobbie and Artie were able to help a good deal during the week off following My Bloody Valentine, and today was the day that the movers had finally arrived at the new house with whatever belongings they had decided to bring with them. It was much less than they had owned previously, given the fact they were choosing to downsize their living situation in their retirement days.

“This feels so weird!” Bobbie says loudly from the front living room of the new house. She was laid out on the sofa, as they all were taking a break from unpacking what they could. “I’m gonna miss the Coal City house.”

Her mother, Barbie, walks into the living room with two glasses of ice water, setting them both down on coasters on the coffee table. Bobbie sits up, allowing her mother to take a seat next to her and she responds. “I’m going to miss it, too, sweetie. But we really needed a change. That house was just too big for just your father and I, and we missed being close to you at the same time. It will be an adjustment for all of us.”

Bobbie sighs before she reaches for her glass of water. Artie was still off in another room helping her father with something. “And you’re sure Dad was okay with this move? He did so much work on that house, I’m surprised he even agreed to sell it.”

Barbie nods. “We wouldn’t have made the move if he wasn’t okay with it, Bobbie.” She says, leaning back on the sofa, enjoying her short break. “The decision took a while, but he came around. Don’t you worry, sweetie. We’re not going to regret anything about this move.”

Bobbie just nods her head slowly, doing her best to believe her mother. She wanted her parents to be happy, but not at her expense. Ultimately, however, she knew it was their decision and what happens, happens. Bobbie looks around the new house, and although it is not fully decorated and made “homey,” she musters up a smile. “This really is a nice place.” She stands up from the sofa and looks past the kitchen and to a patio door leading to the backyard. “And Loki will definitely love visiting here with that backyard.”

Her mother smiles as she, too, stands up. The two walk to the patio door and just look outside at the backyard. It’s not over-sized, but with the fenced in space they have, it is perfect for the grand-puppy to visit every once and a while and romp around for some playtime. “Oh I know he will. He’s such a sweet boy and we love him to bits.”

Bobbie senses that although her mother is being genuine with that statement, there is a hint of sadness in her tone. And she knows exactly what this is about. “I’m sorry I can’t give you any grandbabies to play with in this backyard, Mom.” She replies without even looking at her mother. The apology almost brings her to tears, but she manages to hold them back.

Her mother is caught off guard and she turns and just stares at her daughter. “Why on earth would you say something like that, Bobbie?” She expects Bobbie to turn and face her, but she doesn’t. She keeps staring out into the backyard, almost imagining what she’ll believes she will never have. “Roberta Jean Dahl, you look at me.”

Uh-oh. The use of the full name. Bobbie has no choice but to turn and face her mother, trying her best to be upbeat. “Look, I know you and Dad were looking forward to having grandbabies run around to spoil considering you never had any other kids after me.” Bobbie says, finally breaking her silence. Her mother just looks at her, letting her speak and get everything off her chest. “And as scary as the thought of having kids was, I was looking forward to giving you that. And giving Artie and his parents that, too. But I guess–”

“Stop right there,” her mother quickly interrupts her, holding up her index finger. Bobbie immediately lets her words trail off, because she wasn’t about to challenge her mother. “I have given you the time you needed these last couple of weeks and not brought up this subject, because I knew you needed time. You still haven’t told me the details on all of this, and I am not going to ask about it now. You can tell me in your own time.” She pauses, still staring at her daughter. “But do not let this situation make you think less of yourself, Bobbie. Where there is a will, there is a way, and if you and Artie decide that you want a child badly enough, you will find a way to make it happen.”

Bobbie again nods slowly, but can’t think of the words to say. She doesn’t even realize that Artie and her father were now standing behind them, having reappeared from whatever they were doing in the other room. Artie is awkwardly silent, and to their surprise, her father is the one to speak up.

“Good lord, Barbie, are you pressuring her on the kid subject again?!” He says, anger leaking through as he assumes what he is saying is true. Bobbie and her mother turn to face the men in their lives having had no idea they were standing there.

“Geez, Dad!” She says slightly startled. “How long have the both of you been standing there?”

“Long enough.” Artie replies, breaking his silence.

Her father steps forward, his attention focused on his wife. But before he can say another word, Bobbie stops him to defend her mother. “She didn’t bring it up, Dad. I did. And it’s fine. She wasn’t pressuring me on anything.”

Ken looks at his wife apologetically and she just nods, insisting quietly that no harm, no foul. He then turns back to his daughter. “Listen to me, Bobbie. Right now I want you to focus on this good thing you got going in SCW, okay? You’re on such a great run and I’ve never seen you so excited or happy as you have been since this most recent run you’ve had. I don’t want to see you let anything get in the way of that.” He places his hands on Bobbie’s shoulders, being the best father as he had always been.

“I know, Dad. Thanks.” She says, smiling back to her father. “I’m not going to lie, though. This Roulette Division is hard work. It’s getting tougher for me to defend my title with what matches the roulette wheel gives us. It’s taking longer for my body to recover.”

Artie finally walks up to them, and he has a grin on his face. “And you think having a kid would be any easier?” He laughs, as does Bobbie’s parents. Bobbie can’t help but let out a laugh of her own.

“Well, no.” She shrugs. “But you know what I mean! I just can’t expect this streak I’m on to go on forever, ya know? Hell it could end this week, because I’ve got another defense coming up already.”

Artie shakes his head and laughs. “Yeah, against Bea Barnhardt. That’s hardly anyone to be worried about.”

Bobbie’s mood has quickly lifted as the topic of conversation has transitioned to SCW. They put they put the topic of babies into the background, for now, trying to get Bobbie to focus her attention on her career for now. She lets out a sigh before she responds. “Artie, I would normally agree with you, but with this being a Roulette match, anything can happen. I’m barely back to one hundred percent as it is after the ladder match against Harper. Lord only knows what–”

“Relax, Bobbie.” Artie says, trying to reassure his wife. Even her father gives her a quick hug, trying to do the same, and her mother nods also. “We’ll spend the rest of the week doing whatever we need to do to make sure that you are physically ready for this match against Bea. You’re not going to lose your title just yet, okay?”

“We can’t guarantee that, Artie!” She snaps, trying to be realistic. She was confident, yes, but this time around she was trying to keep herself from being overly confident because that is what ruined her in the past. “I might not lose to Bea, but there is also the fact that I have to worry about the possibility of Georgie Robertson and that damn briefcase coming into play.”

“Alright, alright.” Bobbie’s mother quickly interrupts. All eyes turn to her. “I think we all should go out for some dinner and focus on something else for the rest of the night. No talk of babies, or the struggles of defending your title. Just…something else.”

“That works for me.” Artie says, rubbing Bobbie’s back. “Tomorrow we can get down to business and start getting you ready for your match.”

“We need to go home and check on Loki before we do anything.” Bobbie says, her way of agreeing.

They all nod and after a few moments they all get ready to head out for dinner. Bobbie would play along for the rest of the night, knowing her mother had a point. But in the back of her mind, she knew she would be thinking about everything her mother did not want her to be thinking about. That was the thing with anxiety. Sometimes no matter how hard you try, your mind just doesn’t shut off and worries about everything all at once. And while she was able to overcome it in her last two defenses, she couldn’t deny that it wasn’t getting any easier.

But she would fight as long as she could with everything she has in her. She wasn’t ready to lose her title yet. She wasn’t sure if she would ever be ready to lose it…


Well, well, well…here we go again, and so soon after successfully defending my title against Harper Mason at My Bloody Valentine V! That’s right, yours truly has yet another title defense this week, bringing the tally up to three since I’ve been champion! Now don’t take that as me complaining, because I’m not. I would actually be complaining if they weren’t booking me in title defenses, and I am sure other people would also. If there is one thing I hate most, it’s when a champion doesn’t put in the work for the company they represent! Well, I’m here to work, and work is what I will do!

Let me start by saying that man oh man, what a show My Bloody Valentine V was. While my match wasn’t exactly much to add to the title of the show, it definitely was physically demanding and Harper came oh so close to ending my reign earlier than I wanted it to end. Thankfully, I used every bit of energy and strength I had in me and I made sure that I walked out of there still the Bombshell Roulette Champion. It’s not easy, and it’s taking its toll week in and week out, but at the same time it’s what I need right now! I need these challenges. I need the unknown and the randomness the roulette wheel gives us, because every match…every challenge…prepares me for the next one! I gain more and more experience and clarity each time, and not only that…I get better and better each time. This is the best I have ever been, and I’m not about to stop now. Especially not against someone like Bea Barnhardt!

I’m gonna get straight down to business with this one, because I want to make a lot very clear to Mrs. Bulldog Barnhardt. It’s been a long time since we faced off in the ring…damn near four years actually. But I haven’t forgotten what this witch said last time we faced off. And let me tell you, I was a fool to ever let myself be anything less than confident going against her. You hear that, Bea? Oh, I’m sure you do, honey, and let me tell you I am so damn excited to be facing you in whatever match the roulette wheel decides.

Four years ago you had quite a lot to say against me, Bea. You focused a lot on my weight and did quite a lot of shaming me for it, which is not surprising honestly. Women like you do everything in their power to bring someone down and belittle them for every little thing because it makes them feel better about their own shortcomings and imperfections. Oh, but you’re perfect, right Bea? HA! Wrong!

You haven’t changed much over the years either, Bea. You’re still the same boring, unsuccessful hag you have always been, but it just seems to be getting worse with time. I think you’re matches over the years have cost you a few thousand brain cells, or more, because listening to you talk is just…painful. Seriously, you’ve got the mind of a child or something, because you certainly don’t come across as a grown woman! And that husband of yours…yikes. But maybe that is what makes you two so perfect for one another. You’re both just equally airheaded.

You’ve got no chance in this match, Bea. You’re already zero and one against me. How is that for statistics? That’s something you like to throw out all the time, right? I guess you’re good at something at least…statistics. But you also seem to have a bit of a short term memory problem since you come across as a broken record and repeat yourself over and over and over again. Might want to get that checked out, honey. Memory problems are nothing to ignore, so just a suggestion.

Last time you also talked a lot about distractions, too. Make no mistake about it, I won’t get distracted in this match, Bea. I’ll be solely focused on beating your behind and enjoying every second of it. I don’t know why you’ve been given this opportunity at TRYING to take my title from me, but I’m going to prove to Mark and Christian what a huge mistake it was. Last time we faced off, I wasn’t overly concerned with whether I won or lost that match, but I’m not the same Bobbie, Bea. I’ve grown up a lot since then, which is more than you can say, right?

Your attitude is horrible, honey. You’be got the Goddess complex going on where you think you’re invincible, despite what your record shows. You’ve lost a hell of a lot more than you’ve won, and my guess is that your wins were the result of sheer damn luck. Well, luck will NOT be on your side, Bea. I promise you that. 

Ya know, I hate to be all over the place here, but I just can’t help myself going up against you, Bea. I usually try to have something nice to say about my opponents, because I truly believe that every Bombshell has what it takes to one day be a champion, but I just…I can’t say anything nice about you, Bea! I literally can’t think of anything, no matter how hard I try. Do you understand that, Bea?

Nobody likes you. Nobody thinks you should even be a part of this division because you just…you suck! You should stick to being a manager for your husband because in the ring, you don’t have what it takes and no matter what type of advantage you think you have over me? You simply don’t, Bea. And you never will.

You don’t have what it takes to be a champion, Bea. You don’t even have what it takes to WIN a match let alone a title. So you can throw all your insults and your statistics at me all you want, but it doesn’t erase the fact that whether you like it or not…this overweight blimp of a whale as you called me last time…I’m better than you in every way. Don’t like it? Well, try and prove me wrong. Key word…try.

Another failure is right around the corner for you, Bea. You want to be the Bombshell Roulette Champion? Now is just not your time, and as long as I have a say in it…it never will be.

See you Sunday, lady!

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Supercard Archives / Re: BOBBIE DAHL (c) v HARPER MASON- ROULETTE TITLE
« on: February 16, 2024, 02:26:09 PM »
Wednesday February 14th
Gallagher’s Steakhouse- Las Vegas
Bobbie’s Birthday Breakdown

Today was a very special day. And not only because today was Valentine’s Day, and the very first Valentine’s Day for Bobbie and Artie as a married couple, but today also happened to be Bobbie’s birthday! She wasn’t the type of person to throw that information out there for everyone to know, despite some people thinking she loved getting the attention, so not many people are aware of the significance of today. But her family does, which makes having not only her parents here to celebrate with her, but Artie’s as well.

The last few days had been a bit of struggle to say the least. At least where Artie’s father was concerned. They were still having a hard time dealing with his changed attitude since they last saw him, so it has been a tense few days with them constantly walking on eggshells hoping not to set him off. Both Bobbie and Artie hoped that today he could set aside whatever was bothering him so much and have a good time, because they were all going out for a very special dinner. It was sort of a triple date to celebrate Valentine’s Day as well as Bobbie’s birthday dinner at one of her favorite steakhouses- Gallagher’s.

Set inside the New York New York Casino and Hotel, Gallagher’s is known for their delicious dry-aged steak offerings. Bobbie and Artie had been here once before, and once was all it took for her to fall in love with the service and the food, so she was all too happy to be back today. Bobbie’s mother was catching up with Artie’s mother, and her father was trying to have a conversation with Artie’s father, but a few glances in her direction indicated that he, too, was experiencing the difficulties they had been. Bobbie decided to try and change whatever it was they were talking about.

“So, Dad,” she starts, getting their attention rather easily. “How are you enjoying retirement? Keeping busy when you and Mom are back home?” Bobbie takes a sip of her water after asking this question.

“Oh! Honey, now is the perfect time to tell them the good news!” Her mother chimes in, responding before her father even had the chance. Everyone exchanges glances, even though Artie’s father seems like he couldn’t care less at the moment.

“Good news?” Bobbie asks, staring at her father. “What is she talking about?”

“Well, Barbie, would you like to do the honors? Since you were just so excited to bring it up.” Her father says looking directly at her mother. Artie glances to Bobbie and she shrugs, absolutely clueless for once, but they were all about to find out.

“We sold our house!” Her mother doesn’t beat around the bush as she spills their news. Everyone seems quite shocked, but she’s not done yet. “And, we found a nice place outside of Las Vegas. We’re relocating!” She could hardly contain her excitement at the prospect of once again being closer to Bobbie and Artie. Her father didn’t seem to mind either, but Artie’s mother seemed a bit disappointed.

“While it will be difficult to see you move, we’re happy for you both. Right, sweetheart?” Artie’s mother says, turning to her husband. He just shrugs and snorts out a “Yeah, sure” in response. Artie sighs and shakes his head, but Bobbie is not through with this conversation.

“You sold the house?” She asks, not quite sharing in her mother’s excitement. “And, you’re moving out here? Why didn’t either of you mention this to me sooner?” While she would be excited to have her parents closer again, right now she wasn’t. She had a weird feeling that there was some sort of ulterior motive to this move. Artie could tell this conversation wasn’t leading to any excitement right now, so he placed his hand on Bobbie’s.

“Bobbie, you’ve said a few times that you wished we could be closer to our parents again. Well, now it’s going to happen for you and your parents.” He says, trying to bring out the happiness he knew she would experience sooner or later. Sooner, he had hoped.

“And yet we’ll still be separated from our son.” His father suddenly chimes in, and all eyes move to him.

Bobbie was left temporarily speechless. They had lived in Las Vegas for quite some time and the last few times they had visited his parents back in Illinois, there was never any indication he had a problem. Artie’s mother says a few words quietly to her husband, and this gives Bobbie’s mother a chance to respond.

“We wanted it to be a surprise, Bobbie.” She says, and Bobbie leans back in her chair taking in a deep breath. Barbie looks to her husband and he just slowly shakes his head, letting her explain. “That house is simply too big for the two of us now, so we discussed it and decided it was time to downsize. Add to that the fact that Illinois just is not a great place to live anymore. We we decided to retire to a new city and state.”

“And you chose Las Vegas of all places?” Bobbie bites back, still confused and needing more answers. Artie squeezes her hand, but it had little effect on her.

“Why are you so upset with this?” Her mother asks. She had thought, and hoped, that Bobbie would share in their excitement. “We’ll be closer, sweetie! We’ll be right here if you ever need help with…anything.”

Bobbie sits up straight and raises an eyebrow. She noted the pause her mother had taken before finishing that statement, but before she could question it further, Artie’s mother decided to get involved, hoping to diffuse the building tension. Little did she know, what she was going to do was about  to make things even worse.

“How about we all take a little break, and before our food gets here, I have a birthday gift for Bobbie.” She says, reaching down next to her and grabbing the gift bag she had brought with. Artie smiles, hoping whatever they got Bobbie would cheer her up. His mother hands the gift to Bobbie, and Bobbie does her best to cheer up.

“You guys really didn’t have to get me anything.” She replies, slowly reaching into the gift bag. “Like I said before, I’m just happy you made the trip out here to stay with us.” She pulls out a few pieces of the tissue paper, eagerly reaching inside the gift bag. After a few moments, she pulls out the surprise for everyone to see, and while Artie’s mother has a big smile on her face, Bobbie and Artie look at the gift, confused. Bobbie was holding in her hands a tiny outfit fit simply for a newborn baby.

“Ummm…Mom, what is this about?” Artie asks her, knowing very well that they didn’t have a need for any baby clothes.

“That was the outfit you came home from the hospital in, honey.” She responds, still smiling. “I just thought Bobbie would love to have it for when the two of you–” She is quickly cut off by Bobbie throwing the outfit back into the gift bag and shoving it away from her.

“When the two of us have a baby?” She finishes the sentence for her, before looking back to her mother. “And let me guess, you offering to help with anything when you move here has a little something to do with you hoping we’ll have a baby that you could babysit or help take care of?!” Bobbie’s anger was quickly rising and Artie was trying to calm her down so as not to make a scene in the restaurant.

“Barbie did say that you were hesitant on the whole baby topic,” Artie’s mother adds, and Bobbie keeps her attention locked on her mother. “I just thought that seeing Artie’s first outfit would maybe change your mind. I know you are busy with your wrestling career right now, and we are all very proud of you, Bobbie.”

“I…I can’t do this right now.” Bobbie pushes her chair away from the dinner table and stands up. She stares at her mother, near the verge of tears. “You just don’t know how to let this go, do you? Well I hope you are happy for ruining my night.”

Before Bobbie or Artie’s mothers have a chance to respond, Bobbie rushes out of the restaurant, several other guests watching as she leaves. It is at that moment that the waitress walks up to the table to serve their food. Artie is about to go after Bobbie, but her mother stands up and insists he sit back down.

“No, Artie,” she says, placing a hand on his shoulder and he slowly sits back down. “I know she is upset with me, but I will go after her. I think I just figured out what this is about.” One look between her and Artie says it all. Artie doesn’t protest as he lets his mother in-law go after her daughter.

It doesn’t take much for her to find Bobbie, either, as Bobbie had just walked out of the restaurant and into the casino area of New York New York. She was playing a nearby slot machine, having put in a twenty dollar bill in hopes of clearing her mind. As her mother walks up to her, she glances in her direction and shakes her head.

“Please, don’t.” Is all she says, turning her attention back to the slot machine. It wasn’t hitting anything big unfortunately, but she was winning and losing enough to keep playing longer.

“Bobbie, honey.” Her mother says, placing a hand on her shoulder to get her attention away from the slot machine. “Talk to me. There’s something you’re not telling me, isn’t there?”

Bobbie reluctantly turns away from the slot machine to face her mother. She didn’t want to have this conversation, but the look on her mother’s face was a give away that she now knew. And it was at that moment that tears welled up in her eyes and she finally told her mother why the topic of babies was so hard for her. “I…I can’t have kids.”

And she broke down right there in the middle of the casino, her mother wrapping her arms around her, hugging her tight.


Well helllloooo everyone watching or reading or whatever it is you are doing to see this message brought to you by me…Bobbie Dahl-Miller! It’s that time again where I have to get down to business and focus on my match in just two days. Let me tell ya, these weeks just flew by and I can’t believe it’s already Supercard time in SCW, let alone my first title defense on a big show! Not my first title defense of course, but ya know what I mean.

Before I get down to it and address Harper, I’ve just gotta say that I’ve had one hell of a week. And not in a good way! I won’t get into details or anything, but this all just dropped on me at the most inopportune time, because I can’t afford to have my mind anywhere else but on this match against Harper. Now, I’m feeling a little bit better than I was a couple things that happened. Such is life, I guess, right?! Can’t expect every day to go smoothly, which is something I have learned a lot about over the last seven months or so.

Have you all ever wanted something so badly, and went so long trying to get it, that you thought it would simply never happen? And not only that, you had people telling you it wouldn’t happen, either? That was what it was like for me the entire time I was fighting to win the Bombshell Roulette Championship. Or any championship if I am honest. If I’m honest, it kind of felt similar to trying to have a baby or something. You can try and try and try for so long, only to fail with every attempt. And with each failure you start to think, maybe this just isn’t meant to happen. I know that may be a touchy subject for some out there, so I won’t go to deep into that, but it’s all I could think of.

But my fight to win the Bombshell Roulette Championship wasn’t something that I didn’t have full control over. Because, I did. It was a physical battle, yes, but ultimately I had some control over whether or not I won or lost the championship. And I finally achieved it. I finally have something some people, myself included, thought I would NEVER have. But it’s also something that I have to fight to keep. I have to protect it at all costs, sort of like how I would have to protect my own child. Aside from my baby boy, Loki, the Bombshell Roulette Championship is my baby, and I’m not about to lose it. Especially not to someone as young and inexperienced as you, Harper.

Look, I get it. You’ve been working your tushy off over the last year preparing for a moment like this. You’ve been working for your shot at an SCW title, and now all that work is paying off. You’ve been given a shot at my title, so kudos for that. But, this might not be what you think, Harper. This might not be them thinking you are ready to be a champion in SCW, but rather, your first lesson in what you need to prepare yourself for in being a champion. It took me a long long time to finally understand, Harper, and when I finally did…that’s when I won this baby.

For so long I was only focused on just winning a title, simply to have the title. I was one of those title hungry girls that I would do anything just to become a champion, that I didn’t see the bigger picture. I didn’t understand that when you are a champion, it’s a whole different ball game, Harper. Once you win that championship, you have to carry and defend the title and represent the company as a champion should. Do you REALLY think you are ready for that at such a young age? It’s a big task, honey, and I really hope for your sake that Roxi and Keira have made that quite clear.

So you’ve been won championships in other companies you are or were in before. Congratulations, quite an accomplishment. But you yourself said two of those companies are now closed, so…those titles mean nothing. And, just because you won those titles, Harper, doesn’t mean you are a true champion. It just makes you title hungry, wanting to win as many as you can, yet never fully satisfied. I mean, why else do wrestlers like you choose to work for multiple companies? It may just be my opinion, but it’s certainly not because of their love for this sport. It’s because they are greedy.

I’m not trying to be the bad guy here, so please don’t take it that way. I’m just calling it like I see it. I have no doubt in my mind that as a trainee of Hero Academy and a member of Jessie Salco’s family, you’ll win SCW gold at some point in your career. But, you’re going to have to wait a little longer, Harper. Because even if the size advantage wasn’t on my side, my determination to continue my title reign is an even bigger advantage. There is nothing more intimidating than going up against someone who has everything to lose in a match like this.

You’re the third opponent of what I am sure is many to come, Harper. Mercedes and Seleana found out first just what I would do to remain Bombshell Roulette Champion. Hell, I almost broke my body in half in order to secure my win against them. And that was just because the circumstances allowed it. Depending on whatever the Roulette Wheel throws at us? I’ll have to think of something in the moment and roll with the punches, because that is what a Roulette Champion does. It’s a lot like improv, because you just never know.

There’s another reason I’m determined, and confident, in beating you, Harper, and this comes as more of a confession than anything. It’s because, I’m not getting any younger, and no matter how good I treat my body, there is just situations with age that you can’t control. Am I saying that I have anything serious going on? Absolutely not, but anything can happen at any moment. When my body has had enough, it will give me a sign, so I have to do whatever I can for as long as I can. But you…you have all the time in the world. You did what I didn’t and started your career young. You did the smart thing.

Make no mistake about it, Harper, you’ve going to step into that ring on Sunday against a boulder wanting nothing more than to squash you and stop you from gaining any more momentum going forward. You’re going up against a Bobbie that up until recently, not many people have seen or even knew existed, because now that I am a champion? I’m more serious than I have ever been.

I know the possibilities of the roulette wheel are endless, Harper. I think about it week in and week out. But I am mentally prepared for what is to come. I’m not scared. I’m not worried. I’m not intimidated.

I’m ready, Harper. Are you?

My Bloody Valentine V…See you then!

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Supercard Archives / Re: BOBBIE DAHL (c) v HARPER MASON- ROULETTE TITLE
« on: February 10, 2024, 09:27:21 PM »
January 15th, 2024
Loveland, Colorado
Being Roulette Champ Hurts

Bobbie has not been Bombshell Roulette Champion for very long, but she has found out rather quickly the price she has to pay to keep that championship in her possession. Everyone knows how unpredictable and random the Roulette Wheel can be, especially considering Mark Ward and Christian Underwood- Christian more so than Mark- can put some devious stipulations on the wheel anytime they feel like it. And sure, competitors can be lucky enough to get a good old fashioned regular match as the stipulation, but nine times out of ten, that just doesn’t happen.

Last night Bobbie had her first title defense, which always proves to be the most important. This one proved to be perhaps her most difficult as it was a triple threat match, and not only that, but the Roulette wheel landed on Falls Count Anywhere. And after what Bobbie went through to win the title, she was nervous about her chances going into this triple threat. Especially considering she didn’t have to be pinned or submitted to lose her championship.

When all was said and done, Bobbie had made it through her first defense, although just barely. And she had put not only Mercedes’ and Seleana’s bodies at risk, but her own as she had sent all three of them through two tables with a samoan drop. That was the final move that secured her win, but she would be feeling the effects of that move for days. And boy was she feeling it today.

She and Artie had a later flight back to Las Vegas, and Bobbie was thankful for that, because just waking up in their hotel room this morning was difficult enough. Even the smell of Artie making coffee wasn’t strong enough to boost her out of bed. But they needed breakfast, so after making some coffee in their room, Artie was going to head downstairs to grab a quick bite from breakfast bar. Bobbie is laying on her side, still curled up under the blanket in bed.

“Anything in particular you want to eat?” Artie asks, trying to get more of her attention. She opens her eyes and looks at her sweet and loving husband who has too much energy for her liking at the moment and lets out a pained, yet comical grunt. Artie follows that up with a laugh.

“Ehh…” Bobbie manages to get out. “I’m not super hungry right now, but you know what I like. Surprise me.” She offers him a loving smile.

With a quick shrug of his shoulders and a sigh he replies, “Alright then. Try and get up and take a shower before I get back. Might help you feel a little better.

He grabs his room key and then heads out of the room to go get them some food. After the door closes, Bobbie grunts again and pulls the blanket over her head wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. Everything was just so so sore. She was tempted to contact the airline and look into changing their flight to tomorrow, but she knew she couldn’t do that. Her parents were back in Las Vegas taking care of Loki and she needed to get back to her baby boy as soon as she could.

As if on cue, and almost like her mother had ESP or something, Bobbie’s phone starts buzzing on the nightstand and her mother’s picture lights up on the screen. Bobbie doesn’t see it right away because the blanket is still over her face, but with another grunt and a lot of reluctance, she shoves the blanket from over her face and reaches for her phone. Even though it’s her mother calling, she answers the call, putting it on speaker phone to make it easier.

“Hi Mom. How’s my baby boy Loki doing?” Not even trying to hide her exhaustion. Her mother must have her on speaker also, because Loki lets out an excited bark in the background after hearing Bobbie’s voice. This makes Bobbie smile.

“I think that was him saying he’s doing just fine.” Her mother responds with a slight laugh. Loki can be heard whimpering slightly in the background, obviously looking around for where Bobbie’s voice was coming from. “How are you feeling today, sweetie?”

Slowly, and reluctantly, Bobbie pushes herself up in the bed and winces slightly. “I’ve been better. I’ve been worse.” She says and leans her head back against the padded headboard. “I had barely started to feel normal again following my match against Alexandra Calaway and the Roulette Wheel decided to make it physically challenging again. I’m assuming you watched?”

“Of course we watched.” Her mother bites back, as if Bobbie needed to ask such a question. “And, again, we’re proud of you honey, but that was hard to watch. Is this how it is going to be every time you defend that title?” Bobbie again hears Loki making noise in the background and she tries not to laugh.

She lets out a sigh before she replies. “I can’t make any guarantees.” She says, running her hand through her messy hair. “This is part of the territory of the Roulette division. We never know what match type we’re going to get. It’s not supposed to be easy.”

She hears her mother take in a deep breath and pauses for a few seconds before she speaks again. “I just worry about you, honey. You know that.”

Bobbie nods even though her mother can’t see it. She takes in a deep breath also as she slowly starts to wake up more and more. “I know you do. But I’m a big girl. I can handle my own and get through whatever challenges are thrown at me.” She hears Loki again and laughs. “Relax, Loki, Momma and Daddy will be home later tonight.”

He barks out a response and both Bobbie and her mother laugh. “He just tilted his head at the phone screen.” Her mother says, eliciting another laugh. “I guess it’s a good thing you and Artie don’t have any kids yet. With you putting your body through hell and back possibly every match.”

Bobbie narrows her eyes, quietly processing that statement for a moment before she responds. She wasn’t sure how to take it, but she doesn’t let it go, either. “What exactly does that mean?” She asks after about a minute of silence.

“Oh come on, Bobbie.” Her mother replies quickly. “How would you be able to take care of any kids after matches like the ones you’ve had? Not only that, but what if they saw you going through that?”

Bobbie shakes her head and lets out an annoyed laugh. “There you go assuming that Artie and I will even have any kids.” While that response was true, Bobbie knew it was also painful for her mother to hear. “I told you that before, and I thought you wouldn’t bring it up again, but I guess I was wrong.”

Bobbie flips the blanket from off her now, and slowly swings her legs over the side of the bed. Her body was still sore, but she knew she had to get up and moving for the day and that Artie would be back any minute with their breakfast. Her mother sighs on the other end of the phone, and Bobbie knew the talk of kids was not over yet.

“You’re just saying that now because you’re so focused on this wrestling business.” She bites back, determined to not drop the subject. “You’re our only child and you know how much we’d like a grandbaby…or two or three.” Bobbie doesn’t share in her mother’s clear amusement at that possibility.

“And what if you’ll just have to deal with grandpuppies?” Bobbie asks, referring to Loki and any future canine companions she and Artie may have. “Is Loki and any future dogs not good enough for you?” Loki barks at hearing his name, and the sound of his identification and rabies tags rattling on his collar are heard, a tell tale sign her mother is petting him.

“You know how much I love Loki,” she says but Bobbie knows what she is about to say next. “But it’s different and you know that. Children are such a joy, Bobbie. I would just hate to see you and Artie–”

“Stop!” Bobbie shouts, quickly cutting her mother off and Bobbie can almost see the shocked look on her mother’s face. “Please. Just…stop.”

“Bobbie…” Her mother starts to plead.

“No, Ma.” Bobbie says. “We both get it. You want a grandbaby, but you need to just stop because it’s not going to happen. I’m sorry if that disappoints you, but it’s just how it is.” Bobbie’s voice almost shakes a little as she tells her mother she won’t be having any kids. “And I’m not about to put an expiration date on my wrestling career just yet just to try and have a baby.”

Just as she says the word baby, the hotel room door opens and closes and Artie freezes in place, staring at Bobbie, holding their breakfast in both of his hands. He blinks, thinking he just walked into a possible surprise, but Bobbie shakes her head and he sets their food down on the dresser.

“Sweetie, please don’t be upset with me.” Her mother pleads again, but it’s a little too late for that and she knows it. “I just want you and Artie to be happy and not have any regrets by the time it’s too late.”

“Ma, I gotta go.” Bobbie bites back, ready to end the conversation. “We’ll see you guys tonight when we get back home. Love you.” She doesn’t even give her mother a chance to respond as she abruptly ends the call and sets her phone back on the nightstand. She closes her eyes and takes in a few deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves as much as she can.

Artie stares at her curiously, and with concern. He had never known Bobbie to hang up on her mother before. “What was that all about?” He asks, though judging by the fact he heard the word baby, he could probably guess.

“She won’t give it up.” She replies, standing up a little too quickly which causes her to let out a pained wince. “Watching me wrestle in this brutal match stipulations obviously has her pushing the whole baby subject on me again.”

“Oh.” He says, scratching his head. “Did you tell her?”

“I told her we wouldn’t be having any kids.” She replies, walking towards him and checking out what he brought her to eat. “That is all she has to know.”

“Is it, though?” He follows up quickly, proving that there is more to the story than Bobbie has even admitted. She refuses to answer that question, however, and decides to go take a quick shower before eating the food he brought her.

“I’m gonna go take a shower. Think it will wake me up more.”

“Bobbie, if you tell her the truth, she’ll more than likely–”He tries to say something before she disappears into the bathroom, but she cuts him off, much like she did to her mother.

“I’m not ready, Artie,” is all she says before heading into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

He stands there for a few moments, scratching his head. He wasn’t upset or angry with Bobbie in any way. Just concerned as he has been for as long as he has known her. He also knew that despite whatever personal problems she was fighting, wrestling was helping her out tremendously and was giving her a distraction she needed. As well as an outlet to release any frustrations she may have, and all he could do was let Bobbie deal with things in her own way…and in her own time.


Friday February 10th
Harry Reid International Airport
The In-Laws First Trip!

Today was a day Bobbie and Artie have been waiting a long time for. Ever since they had relocated to Las Vegas so Bobbie could focus on her SCW wrestling career, the pair had been looking forward to the day that Artie’s parents made the trip across the country to visit. Plans had been made in previous months, but for one reason or another, the trips were always postponed, leaving the newlyweds slightly disappointed. It wasn’t because they hadn’t seen them in a while, because Bobbie and Artie had made a few trips back to Illinois to see them, but they wanted to show his parents their first official home together.

And today was finally the day. Their flight had landed about fifteen minutes ago, and Bobbie and Artie were waiting outside the terminal while they were retrieving their luggage. Artie seemed more excited than Bobbie for obvious reasons, but they both shared in their excitement regardless. Artie was fidgeting and Bobbie just glanced at him with a laugh as they looked out for his parents.

“You’re acting like you haven’t seen them in years, Artie.” She stares at him for a moment, smiling. “We visited them over the summer and we talk to them all the time.”

“I know.” Artie replies, darting his eyes around the crowd of tourists walking out of the airport for any sign of his parents. “But you know it’s hard living so far away from our parents and not getting to see them every day. That and I was worried when Dad was sick a couple months ago.” He was referring to around the holidays when their previous planned trip had to be postponed for that very reason.

“I know, honey.” She replies, rubbing his shoulder lovingly. The truth was they had both been worried about Artie’s father, but they had been reassured that his illness was nothing serious. “But he’s all better now and they finally made the trip here. Not to mention they will be here for my match against Harper next weekend.”

“Mom! Dad!” Artie suddenly shouts, spotting his parents walking out of the airport. He waves his arms and hands around to get their attention. His mother immediately releases her luggage to rush over to her son, and he rushes up to her at the same time. His father then handles their luggage, thankful that most luggage these days had wheels.

“Artie! My baby boy!” Mrs. Miller says, wrapping her arms around her only child in a happy embrace. Bobbie and Mr. Miller then walk up to the two of them as they are all reunited for the first time in several months.

“Hello, Bobbie.” Mr. Miller says, almost flatly and hardly with much excitement. Bobbie considered his greeting a little odd, but she was not about to cause any trouble by pointing it out.

“Hey Mr. Miller! We’re so glad you two finally made it out here. And that you are feeling better.” Bobbie replies. Even though she had known him all her life, and was now part of the family, she still couldn’t get herself to call him by his first name. Not that he had ever insisted on it. His response was a simple nod and quick smile towards Bobbie as he turned his attention to his wife and son.

Mrs. Miller slowly backed away, looking her son up and down, almost studying him. “You look healthy enough, I suppose. I wasn’t sure how you would look when we got here. Bobbie, dear, it’s nice to see you.” She was a tad more pleasant towards her daughter in-law and Bobbie smiled at her.

“We’ve been so excited all week. And we’re even more excited that you took us up on our offer to stay in the guest bedroom.” Bobbie says as she and Mrs. Miller give each other a quick hug.

Mr. Miller grunts a bit as he shakes his head. “Didn’t have much choice considering the price of hotels around here.”

Bobbie and Artie share a quick confused glance, both baffled at his father’s demeanor. Mrs. Miller just gently nudges her husband as if telling him to check his attitude. “Oh don’t you be such a grump.”

“Is everything okay, Dad?” Artie asks, genuinely concerned. He had never known his father to be anything less than a gentleman, especially towards Bobbie, whom he had long considered like his own daughter even before marrying Artie.

“Everything is fine, son.” He replies, though neither Bobbie nor Artie believe him. But again, neither would push the issue because this was supposed to be a happy reunion and not one filled with stress and fighting.

“I’m so excited to have you both here for this next week, and that you’ll be here to see me wrestle!” Bobbie says excitedly. Mr. Miller doesn’t even hide the fact he is rolling his eyes.

“You seem more excited about your match than about your birthday on Wednesday!” Mrs. Miller points out, to which Bobbie acts innocent.

“Well…that, too. But my birthday is just another day!”

Mrs. Miller smiles widely as she takes Bobbie’s hands in her own. “That it may be, but I have a very special gift for you, anyway.” Mr. Miller snorts out a laugh and Bobbie just stares at her mother in-law now even more excited. And despite his father’s grumpy attitude, Artie is all smiles, too.

“Awww! You didn’t have to get me anything, Mrs. Miller! Just having you here is all the gift I need!” Bobbie hugs her again. Artie then takes it upon himself to take at least his mother’s suitcase from his father’s grasp, helping in any way he can.

“Come on,” he says, starting to back away. “We better get to the car so we can get home and get you two settled in.”

“This week is going to be the best week ever!” Bobbie exclaims as she leads her mother-in-law away from the airport and Artie and his father follow behind them, quietly.

And although she was happy that they were here, a part of her couldn’t help but glance back to Mr. Miller, wondering just why his personality seemed to have changed the way it did. He almost seemed angry with her. But she would do whatever she could to get him to enjoy their visit and get back to the loving and cheerful father in law she knew him to be.

And she hoped it didn’t take long, because she had a title defense coming up in just over a week and couldn’t afford to be worrying about any potential family issues.


Heyyyyyyya everyone! It’s that time again! Supercard time, and coming up in just over a week is My Bloody Valentine V. What a show name, am I right? A giveaway that this show will not be for the faint at heart, nor will it be a show to let your young kiddos watch, because I have no doubt that several of us competing on the show will walk away with more than just scrapes and bruises. More like gashes and possible broken bones, but what would a show like this be without a few injuries like that, right?!

Now, besides the fact that there are not one but TWO Blood Bath Brawls booked on this show, we also have the Roulette Championship matches, which could turn out to be just as bloody depending on what the Roulette wheel lands on. I’m not going to lie, I’m TERRIFIED of what Christian Underwood may have put on that wheel. Yes, Christian, just YOU because everyone knows that when it comes to that wheel, you come up with some of the craziest stuff! At least…I think it’s only you, but my point stays the same.

Before this week, I was all excited that not only would my parents be watching me wrestle again, but that now Artie’s parents will be, too! But…then it dawned on me. With every roulette match I’m in, my mother gets more and more worried about my well-being, and with a show like My Bloody Valentine? Maybe I should tell them it’s best they don’t watch! I mean…I don’t know, because there is a high probability that this could be perhaps my toughest match yet, even though my opponent is still fairly early on in her wrestling career.

But I knew what I signed up for when I set my sights on the Bombshell Roulette Championship. I knew I’d be potentially putting my body on the line in each and every match, and that my weight would put me at a disadvantage a good majority of that time, too. But I wasn’t afraid, and I’m still not! There is something about the not knowing what circumstances I will be defending this title in that excites me and makes me that more determined to overcome the odds and face each challenge as it comes.

And my next challenge is you, Harper Mason! Let me start by saying you got quite the set of lady balls on you for challenging Tempest to a match. Not exactly the smartest decision, because I’ve been in the ring with Tempest, myself, but I understand why you did it so I give you props for that. I just hope that you’re as close to one hundred percent as you can be by next week, because even though I plan on retaining this title, I don’t want to win because you decided to go up against someone like Tempest so close to our match!

You’re young, Harper, don’t forget that. You’re not even a year into your SCW wrestling career and look at you already getting a roulette title match. It’s an accomplishment, true, but if I’m being honest here…you’re not ready for it. You may be a graduate of Hero Academy, but just because you were trained by Roxi and Keira, doesn’t mean you’re ready to be a champion at such a young age. Much less the Bombshell Roulette Champion. One match against Tempest isn’t enough to prepare you, Harper. Trust me.

But, again, I get what you’re feeling, Harper. I’ve been there, and I was there for a long, long, long time before I finally won this Roulette Championship. I failed so many times that I didn’t think it would ever happen. And you will, too. Because that is the nature of the game, Harper. You can’t expect to actually win this title on your first opportunity. You might deserve this chance, because Mark and Christian wouldn’t have given it to you if you didn’t, but you need more experience under your belt and I am going to do everything I have to do to stay the Bombshell Roulette Champion.

I need you to remember two things, Harper. The first, and most obvious is that the Roulette wheel is the biggest obstacle in front of us. The various match types that we might get, lord only knows what brutality awaits us! Or…what hilarity awaits us. We just don’t know. Neither one of us can be overly confident, or consider ourselves at an advantage or disadvantage,  because even our size difference simply might not matter. You could get the advantage…or I could. That wheel is, quite simply, full of mind games!

And neither one of us should forget that a certain someone could be lurking around backstage, ready to strike on one or both of us if she so wishes. You know who I am talking about, right? Yeah…Georgie Robertson. I think I need to be more on edge than you, Harper, but hey, you know as well as I do that even IF you are lucky enough to beat me, Georgie could come cashing in and take it right from you. Or, she could be going a different route and going after one of the other champions. WHO KNOWS?!

Do you still think you’re ready for this, Harper? Have Roxi and Keira really prepared you for the many different “what if?” situations this match could present to you? Don’t get me wrong, I respect Roxi and Keira a lot. I’d be stupid not to. But even I know it takes a long time to truly prepare for the roulette division. Don’t worry, though. I’ll teach you a few things I’ve learned along the way myself.

My time as Bombshell Roulette Champion has barely gotten started, Harper. I’m not ready or willing to have it end so soon, especially not to a barely past puberty rookie like yourself. No offense, Harper, it’s just the way I see it.

One week, Harper.

Good luck, sweet cheeks!

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Climax Control Archives / Bobbie The Boulder
« on: January 12, 2024, 10:12:40 PM »
December 17th, 2023
Tuscon, Arizona
A Dream Finally Realized


After more than five long years and many many many hard fought matches, Bobbie Dahl finally achieved the one goal that kept alluding her every time she tried. She was beginning to lose hope in ever becoming a champion in SCW, but she finally did it! She had defeated Alexandra Calaway in a grueling Twelve Rounds of Christmas match. Bobbie hadn’t even realized that was a thing, but the roulette wheel was nothing if not surprising. And that is what makes her win that much bigger, because of what the roulette wheel had given her and Alexandra tonight. And to make the night that much more special? Her parents were watching in the front row!

The show was now over, having ended just a little while ago and the backstage is still buzzing from a wonderful night. Most of the SCW Superstars, Bombshells and staff were starting to leave the arena. Some would be heading home, while others would go out for a night of either celebratory partying or just partying in general before they headed off for the much needed holiday break. Bobbie and Artie are finishing getting their belongings together, when there is a knock on the locker room door. They both turn their attention to the door to see Bobbie’s parents enter.

“Mom! Dad!” Bobbie exclaims as she drops her duffel bag and rushes up to her parents, embracing them with an excited hug. “I won! I’m finally a champion!” She gives off almost a teen-like excitement as she greets her parents. They look at her with proud smiles on their faces and Artie walks up next to Bobbie.

“We’re so proud of you, honey.” Her father replies first, again hugging his daughter. Bobbie hugs him extra tight.

“I have to admit though,” Her mother begins and all eyes look to her. “That wasn’t easy to watch, everything you went through. How are you even still standing right now, sweetie?” Her mother checks her over, knowing the hell Bobbie went through to win the Bombshell Roulette championship. Artie seems equally concerned, but Bobbie just waves her hand, shrugging it off.

“I mean, I’m feeling it!” She says, showing off some visible cuts and scrapes on her arms, only a sliver of the bruises and cuts she suffered. “I was already checked out by medical and luckily nothing needed any stitches. So they patched me up and sent me on my way. I’m ready to go out and celebrate!”

Artie and her parents exchange looks. Artie just shakes his head as his father in-law stares at him as if telling quietly telling him he needs to talk Bobbie out of it. But knowing his daughter, and Artie’s shake of the head, he had already tried and failed.

“Bobbie, there is plenty of time for celebrating.” Her father says, trying his hand at getting her to slow down and relax for the night. “No one will fault you for waiting until you get back home to Las Vegas and give your body a chance to recover from what you went through.” Her mother places a hand on her shoulder and adds, “Yeah, and wouldn’t you have more fun with the celebration in Vegas anyway?”

Bobbie laughs as she turns around and walks over to pick up her duffel bag. She reaches down slowly, obviously feeling a spasm of pain somewhere in her body, but she fights through it. “I’m fine, guys! Really!” She says, trying to reassure them as she stands up straight, throwing the strap of the duffel bag over her shoulder. “Besides, the holidays are next week so everyone will be focused on that, and everyone is already here! I mean did you SEE Fenris hug me like he did?!”

Bobbie is once again overcome with emotion as she thinks back to the embrace from Fenris earlier right after her match. She hadn’t expected it, and she would never forget it. And now she wanted to go out and have some drinks with those closest to her as she didn’t want this night to end. Artie finally breaks his silence, concerned for his wife as a husband should be. “Bobbie, you need to rest. Not to mention, you shouldn’t be drinking with your anxiety meds.”

Without skipping a beat or even a care in the world Bobbie quickly responds. “That’s fine because I didn’t take my meds today.” She shrugs, still set on going out and celebrating her win.

They all look concerned upon hearing her admit this, but again knowing Bobbie, she’ll come back with some sort of excuse to try and reassure them. “Why wouldn’t you take your meds? You know it’s important that you take them.” Artie replies. Her parents remain nervously quiet.

“Relax, honey.” Bobbie says, smiling. “Missing one day isn’t going to hurt. You all need to stop worrying, because I’m FINE! I’m better than fine actually. I’m on cloud nine right now, because I finally achieved the one goal I’ve had for myself in SCW for the last few years.” She grabs the roulette championship from a nearby chair and hoists it over her shoulder. “Nothing is going to stop me from having a good time tonight. Not a few bumps and bruises. Not stupid Piper trying to drag my mood down. And not any of you. Please just support me on this. Come out with me and have a good time!”

Her parents look back and forth from her, to Artie and then to one another. A few collective deep breaths and sighs and they have no choice but to agree. At least if they go out together, they can keep an eye on Bobbie and make sure that she is, in fact, okay like she says. “All right, fine.” Her mother says, reluctant to agree. “Just please no your limits, Bobbie. Everyone would understand if you had to call it an early night.”

Bobbie claps excitedly and jumps up and down, hugging her parents again. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She shouts. “I’ll know my limits. Trust me! I need this.”

Bobbie’s smile never fades as she skips past them and out of the locker room. Before they follow behind her, Bobbie’s father has a quick word with Artie. “I hope she knows what she is doing.” To which Artie sighs, shakes his head and replies. “She thinks she does. But I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

They all follow in the direction Bobbie headed, nervous but hopeful about how the night will go.


Later that night…

It’s been a couple hours since Bobbie, Artie and her parents left the arena and met up with Fenris, Aron and a few others to celebrate a successful SCW show as well as her Bombshell Roulette Championship win. They are all huddled around the bar as Bobbie and Fenris each have a line of shots in front of them. Bobbie already looks three sheets to the wind, while Fenris doesn’t even look like he’s been drinking. Bobbie’s parents and Artie look even more worried than they were just a few hours ago, but they were hoping that however Bobbie felt after all of this, that she would learn her lesson and not push the limits again.

“Bobbie, this isn’t a smart idea.” Aron says, trying to stop her. He knows how well Fenris can hold his liquor, judging by the fact they are both Icelandic, but Fenris always takes people up on their challenges. “You don’t need to–”

“Shhhhh!!” Bobbie brings her index finger up to her mouth, shushing Aron and she giggles. “I’m gonna beat him if its the lassssst thing I do do!” She giggles again. “Ha! I said do do…And I said it again!” She laughs, looking back to her parents and Artie. They remain expressionless as they watch, fully expecting Bobbie to crash any moment. Aron looks to Artie, who just shakes his head as if saying to let Bobbie do what she wants.

“All right then. I hope you know what you’re doing.” Aron replies.

Bobbie just gives him a thumbs up and moments later, Bobbie and Fenris begin their shot drinking contest. Fenris has no problem in downing the shots before him. Bobbie, however, struggles in throwing back just the first shot. It very nearly comes back up, but she powers through it and reaches for the second shot glass, but as soon as she grabs it, she freezes and the look on her face drops. They all notice this and just stare at her, waiting for her to say something or something to happen.

“Oh no…” Bobbie says, pushing the shot glass away and remaining frozen where she sits. Her parents look to one another and then back to Bobbie.

“What’s wrong?” Artie asks, putting his hand on Bobbie’s back.

“Oh no. No. No. No. No.” Bobbie starts shaking her head.

“Bobbie, what is wrong?!” Her mother speaks up, trying to get Bobbie’s attention. Fenris and Aron are now staring at her as well, growing just as concerned as the others.

“I…I have to defend it now!” Bobbie shouts, and none of them know what she is talking about. Her anxiety is very quickly taking over her. “I…I…I have to fight to stay champion. But what if…” She begins stumbling on her words and it has become apparent that she is referring to the Roulette Championship. Aron and Fenris are at a loss for words, and Artie gets to work trying to calm her down.

“Bobbie, this is just your anxiety talking.” Artie rubs her back, trying to comfort her. “This is Piper trying to bring you down. Breathe, Bobbie. Breathe through it.”

Bobbie shakes her head furiously. “No. It’s not! It’s…it’s the truth! What if I’m just a…paper champion?! What if…I lose on my first defense?!” She grasps at her hair with both hands and right before everyone’s eyes, she starts to have a full blown alcohol fueled panic attack. It’s a side of Bobbie that Aron and Fenris have never seen before.

“We need to get her back to the hotel.” Artie says, looking to Aron and Fenris, hoping they can help.

“What the fuck is happening with her?” Fenris asks.

Against his better judgment, Artie spills the beans and reveals information that Bobbie had not wanted to tell them. “She’s been taking medication for her anxiety the last several months, and she didn’t take it for some reason today.”

“What the fuck?!” Fenris shouts.

“K, not now.” Aron says, approaching Bobbie as he too tries to calm her down. One more look at Bobbie having a meltdown and Fenris is at her side.

“We’re leaving. Now.” Fenris says, wrapping an arm around her for support. She’s still slightly hyperventilating but they all work to talk her through it as they lead her away from the bar and out to the parking lot. She didn’t know this now, but sooner or later, Aron and Fenris would have a talk with her. Right now, they were all more worried about getting her calmed down and back to the hotel to sleep it off.


Ya’ll, can you believe it?! What a night December 2 Dismember was! But I finally realized my dream! I went through twelve rounds of BS with Alexandra Calaway, but I beat the odds and ended her reign as bombshell roulette champion! I bet most of you didn’t think I could do, it did you?!

Not going to lie. It wasn’t easy. Far from easy, in fact. I don’t know whose idea it was to put that Twelve Rounds of Christmas on the roulette wheel, but if I find out, I plan to have a stern talking to them. It was probably Christian Underwood. He tends to enjoy putting crazy stipulations on that wheel just for the hell of it. Case in point…scaffold over piranha tank, anyone?! The man’s crazy!

Annnnyyyyywayyyy….I digress. That match is firmly in my rearview mirror, and I’m moving forward with the Bombshell Roulette Championship proudly around my waist and proving to everyone who ever doubted me and said I couldn’t do it that I finally did! And these last few weeks off, I’ve been riding high on cloud nine, enjoying every second of it. I’ve shined the belt up real nice and I’m gonna keep it shined up and show it off proudly every chance I get.

But now comes the hard part, right? Well, harder I should say. Because winning it was only half the battle. Anyone can win a championship, but proving what kind of champion you are and will be all comes in successfully defending it for as long as you can. And the first title defense is always the one everyone should be most worried about, because if you’re one of the unlucky ones to lose the title on the first defense? Well, it basically makes the achievement of winning it almost moot and basically meaningless. You don’t want to be what they call a transitional champion. That is something I sure as hell don’t plan on being, either!

Which brings me to this week. This is it, folks. This is my all important first title defense and they really didn’t want to make it easy on me! Nevermind the fact they put that ridiculous stipulation on the roulette wheel for me to get through Alexandra Calaway in the first place, now I have to worry about what will be on it this week to get through TWO people! And two people who I have faced and beaten before. And I’ve gotta say, I’m a little surprised at the fact that these two ladies were given this title shot in the first place!

Apparently they couldn’t decide between Mercedes Vargas and Seleana Zdunich, so they just decided to make this a triple threat match instead. Seriously, fellas?! That’s how you’re gonna play it out? Either you’re trying to screw me out of the title I worked so hard to win in the first place, or you’re hoping I look even better when I beat both of them. And I’m really hoping it’s the latter because that is what I fully expect on doing!

I gotta know, though, how they even thought of choosing between Mercedes and Seleana in the first place. Like, could you not choose someone else would actually puts in some effort every week? Mercedes and Seleana are literally the two Bombshells that have shown they couldn’t care less lately, so the fact they are getting a shot at my Bombshell Roulette Championship just baffles me. But I’m not going to sit here and complain like a certain other Bombshell might do, because at the end of the day, I have a job to do and that is to retain my title and keep my reign going as long as I possibly can.

I don’t know what to say about Mercedes and Seleana that I haven’t said before. I mean, this will be the second time since I’ve been back that I’ve had to face Seleana, and I’m sure the outcome will be no different. Not to mention, I’m sure her performance will not have improved, though I’m hoping I’m wrong. Time and time again she’s given opportunities, and when push comes to shove, she doesn’t live up to the expectation, or to the name she had built for herself in the past in SCW. She disappoints every single time, so how can anyone expect this time to be any different?

Maybe because a title is involved? If that is the case, Seleana, and you actually put in some effort this time, I’m not gonna waste time in pointing out what a bitch move that would be. And not the move of someone deserving to be champion, either. Seleana, I don’t know if you’ll ever be a champion again in SCW at this rate, but if you do, now is not the time. I’m not about to let my dream realized come crashing down by letting someone who just doesn’t care take it all away from me. Maybe you do care now, though. I mean, do you? It seems your crazy wife is back and working on her problems, so maybe now that Crystal or Christina or whatever she is calling herself these days, is working on regaining her glory, maybe now you can too.

I don’t think so, Sel. Do that against someone else, because the Bombshell Roulette Championship? It’s mine, and it’s going to stay mine for the foreseeable future, because it simply has to. I need to show everyone, including myself, that I can be a great Bombshell Roulette Champion, and that means defending it without complaint and beating the odds that may be stacked against me every time. And if you try and sneak one by me and get the best of Mercedes? Well…I’ll do whatever I have to do to stop you.

The same goes to you, Mercedes. Long time no see, Mercedes. How ya doing, chica? If I remember correctly, the last time we faced off was in May of last year, and if that memory still serves me correctly, I walked away with the win. Admittedly, I’m surprised that I did because if I am honest, I was having an off night that night. But, you must have been, too, because I beat you. And history is going to repeat itself on Sunday, because I’m going to beat you again.

You confuse me, though, Mercedes. You’re the most decorated bombshell on the roster right now. Your accomplishments speak volumes. But it seems like you pick and choose when you want to actually put in any effort. You claim to be the champion of champions, but you don’t treat each match, each opponent, as if they matter. When it all boils down to it, every match and every opponent DOES matter, Mercedes, so don’t try and act like they don’t. Don’t sit there and spew out a bunch of garbage on why you think you deserve to be champion, if you can’t even have enough respect for not only your opponents, but to Mark Ward and Christian Underwood for giving you opportunity after opportunity and then just not putting any effort in.

How does it feel to lose the World Bombshell Championship opportunity recently, Mercedes, and then be given a shot at a completely different title, one that most consider to be the bottom tier title? How does it feel to not be kept in the World Bombshell title scene, given how much you have accomplished in the past, yet there are so many on the roster right now that are simply better than you now? You might not see it, but I sure do! I used to respect you, Mercedes, but these days, not so much.

I know that I don’t even have to be pinned to lose this match, either, which I’m not exactly happy about but hey that just comes with the territory doesn’t it? I’m not pinned or submitted, yet I could still lose my title. Talk about a bummer!

The odds are stacked against me, like everyone is saying even though I am the champion going into this match. But lately I have had a history of beating the odds, and this time will be no different. Now that I have the Roulette Championship in my possession, I’ve got to work that much harder to keep it and to build myself up even more. And whatever the Roulette wheel decides this match type should be? I’m just going to roll with it.

I’m a different Bobbie Dahl these days, ladies. I’ve fought too long and too hard to get where I am to get tossed back to the back of the line, so don’t expect anything less than one hundred and fifty percent from me. 2024 is my year, and there isn’t a damn thing anyone can do to stop this train from rolling.

Not even Georgie Robertson…Oh yeah, don’t think I’ve forgotten about her and that briefcase she is carrying around. Not only do I have to worry about Mercedes and Seleana, but there is that possibility that Georgie could come cashing in on my title at any moment! Or…she could do the smart thing and go after the World Bombshell Championship or Internet Championship. Nobody knows! And nobody knows when. All I know is that I have to be on my toes and be aware that Georgie is lurking around every corner and remains a threat to my title.

So, ladies, bring whatever ya got. Bring whatever ya want or feel like because it won’t be good enough to stop me from retaining my title! I’m on a roll since I returned and there’s no stopping the boulder known as Bobbie Dahl!

On Sunday, the referee will be raising MY hand in victory and I’ll be announced STILL SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion!

See ya Sunday, ladies! Bobbie Dahl OUT!

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Supercard Archives / Re: ALEXANDRA CALAWAY (c) v BOBBIE DAHL - ROULETTE TITLE
« on: December 15, 2023, 04:02:30 PM »
Friday December 15th
Bobbie’s Home Office
Therapy Session…and A Surprise!



For the better part of the last week, Bobbie has been doing her best to pipe down Piper, and the anxiety that is fighting to break her down. While she had been doing well for the last several months and was learning to control Piper and all the negativity that comes with it, heading into the most important match she’s had in quite a while is proving to be a bigger challenge than she thought it would be. And not only was it worrying her, but it was worrying Artie as well. And with only two days left until December 2 Dismember, she had to do everything she could to get the anxiety under control so it wouldn’t interfere and cost her everything.

So that is why she finds herself preparing to log into her therapist’s therapy portal for another virtual therapy session. Even though she preferred to have appointments every two weeks, it had been a bit longer since her last appointment, due to various reasons. Which was fine, because life happens not only for her, but for her therapist as well. But she needed it today. Horribly. She wasn’t sure if she would feel better after the session, but that also happens sometimes as well. Anxiety was just one big roller coaster that was not fun at all.

As she is sitting in her office chair, Loki naturally laying at her feet, she’s waiting patiently for her therapist to sign into the session. Her right leg is bouncing up and down, another sign of her growing anxiety and that Piper is winning this battle. Bobbie hated it. She hated Piper, and she hated when her coping techniques didn’t work. She was hoping, but also knew, that her therapist would have some more techniques she could use to help her.

Not only because he was getting agitated with Bobbie’s bouncing leg, but because he was also concerned for his Momma, Loki sat up and laid his head down on her right knee. This stopped the bouncing immediately and Bobbie started to pet and scratch his head with appreciation and love, and he would keep his head on her knee as long as she needed it. A few moments later, Bobbie sees the little moving dots signaling her therapist is signing on and not long after, her friendly face pops up onto the laptop screen. Some might think it odd to have a therapist not much older, or even younger, than you, but Bobbie happened to like her therapist a lot.

“Afternoon, Bobbie.” She says, adjusting herself in her own chair to get comfortable for their session. She can tell without even asking that Bobbie is struggling today. “How are we doing today? How has everything been?”

Bobbie gives her the best smile she can muster, trying to fight Piper. She lets out a sigh and continues slowly scratching Loki’s head for comfort. “Well, things for the most part have been pretty good. But I’ve been having a hard time over the last week, so I’m hoping I can get something out of this session to help me.”

Her therapist nods slowly. “How about you tell me about how you think everything has been going pretty good. We can start there and then transition into why you are struggling now. How was your Thanksgiving?”

“Well,” Bobbie starts, trying her best to focus her mind on going back to Thanksgiving. “It went great, actually. My parents were here, and we had a few friends join us also. Well…brothers from another mother, actually. It could have been a bit chaotic, but for me and Artie hosting it, I think it went pretty damn well.” Loki can tell the tension in Bobbie is easing up, so he moves his head from her knee and lays down at her feet again. Bobbie doesn’t seem to mind as she is focus on her therapist and talking about the goings on in her life in recent weeks.

“Why do you think it could have been chaotic?” Her therapist asks, jotting down a few notes just outside the camera view.

Bobbie chuckles before she answers, thinking about Fenris. “Let’s just say that one of my buddy Fenris has a personality that could be a bit difficult for some to be around. Not to mention, he’s vegetarian so having to step outside my comfort zone and fix some vegetarian options for him was kinda challenging.” Bobbie adjusts her posture in her chair, the tension in her body almost completely gone as just talking to her therapist is helping tremendously. “But I think I did great, and not only that but they finally found out that Artie and I got married. Granted it was my mother who let the cat out of the bag.”

Her therapist’s eyes widen just a bit, but she’s smiling. “They didn’t know you were married? Why is that?”

Bobbie shrugs. “I don’t know, honestly.” She starts and takes in a deep breath. “It’s probably because I had so much going on and when I was on leave from SCW, I didn’t really visit Fenris and Aron enough to tell them about it. They weren’t upset or anything.”

“And why would they be upset? You don’t think they would have been happy for you?” She follows up, trying to further understand why Bobbie feels the way she does.

Bobbie shakes her head with a smile. “Oh that’s not it at all.” She replies, speaking about Aron and Fenris with nothing but admiration. “It’s just that, I am sure they wanted to be there when Artie and I got married, and they weren’t. Nobody was, though, as you know. I just didn’t want to upset or offend them in any way.” Bobbie was always more concerned about everyone else’s feelings and generally not her own. She had known, months ago when they had made the decision to elope, that someone might very well be upset that they weren’t there for their joyous occasion. But she and Artie had to think of what they wanted for once, which is why they made that decision.

Her therapist continues jotting down notes. “You and Artie made the best decision for your situation.” She replies as Bobbie nods. “True friends understand that choice. If they had been upset or offended, that would have been on them. You shouldn’t let how someone else may or may not feel control you.”

“I know, I know.” Bobbie says letting out another sigh. It was a trait that she always had, so breaking it now was easier said than done, she thought. “I’m doing better about not letting that control me so much. It just does sometimes. But I don’t need to worry about that with Fenris and Aron, because they of course understood. My mom was a little upset she wasn’t there, but she kept telling me it was our decision, too.”

“Smart woman.” Her therapist replies with a chuckle. “So what about everything else? You and your family and friends had a great Thanksgiving, so why are you struggling all of a sudden? And what coping mechanisms have you been using to try and work your way through it all?”

Bobbie takes a deep breath. Now comes the hard part. Getting on the subject of Piper, and how she’s trying to bring her down leading up to what could be the biggest moment of her career thus far. “Well,” Bobbie starts, wondering exactly how to word it. In the end, she just let it all spill out. “I have a really important match coming up on Sunday in SCW. It’s a title match, and it’s my first one in…well a long time. I’ve been working so hard since I went back, and it’s all paying off. I mean, I’ve won every match I’ve had since I’ve been back, too!”

Her therapist can see the excitement in her eyes and even hear it in the tone of her voice. “That’s fantastic. See, hard work pays off. But I sense a but coming on, so what is it?”

“But…” Bobbie says, nodding as she proves her therapist’s inkling correct. “I’m so terrified of losing this title match. I’ve lost every title opportunity I’ve had, and while I know it could happen again, I don’t want it to. I’m afraid of what it will do to me. I know I can dust myself off and keep trying, but I feel like I will be looked at as the woman who is constantly given the opportunities, but never follows through and actually wins. Does that make sense?” Her excitement quickly fades as she admits her fears.

Her therapist takes note of everything she has just said as she thinks about her response for a moment. “Those are all legitimate fears you have, Bobbie. But how have you been coping with those negative thoughts and fears you have?” She asks and as she waits for Bobbie’s response, she reaches off to the side of her screen for something.

“I’ve been trying to keep telling myself…and Piper…that those are all just intrusive thoughts.” Bobbie starts. She looks down to Loki for a moment, and sees that he is still quietly snoozing at her feet. “And I’ve been trying to tell myself that even if I lose, this won’t be the last time I get a title shot unless I let it be, which I don’t want to do, either.”

“Very good point.” Her therapist responds before she continues. “If you truly want to win this, and believe that you can, you need to focus your thoughts on acting as if you already have it. It’s like the law of attraction. If you continue to think negatively and start to doubt yourself, the possibility of you losing will become greater.” Bobbie listens to every word carefully and intently. She soaks it all in and processes every word, knowing that her therapist is right.

“I can try.” Bobbie replies. “But I think I do need to think about the aftermath of if I do happen to lose. Because my opponent is no easy woman to beat, so I have my work cut out for me. And then if I do win, there is the target that will immediately–”

“I don’t mean to cut you off,” her therapist says, interrupting her. “But, let’s take this one step at a time, alright Bobbie? Because this is how your anxiety will start to spiral out of control again. You’re thinking about too much all at once. You need to take a step back, close your eyes and start to imagine a positive outcome.”

Bobbie closes her eyes, takes a few deep breaths and tries to follow her therapist’s instructions. “I can try my best. But how much can this work in just two days?”

“It will work as much as you allow it to work.” Her therapist replies. “Piper might try to be louder and more obnoxious in trying to bring you down, but the harder you work and the more you fight for what you truly want, the more things will come your way. It might take time, but you have to just let it all work out how it is supposed to.”

Bobbie then opens her eyes and nods her head. She thinks about all the work she has to do in such a short amount of time, but she knows she can do it. She’s worked too hard for too long to let it all come crashing down now. Before she has a chance to respond, an alarm starts going off on her therapist’s side. This, Bobbie knows, is the signal that their session is done for the day. They seem to go by quicker and quicker, but it could just be because she doesn’t always pay attention to the clock, either.

“Alright, Bobbie, you know what you need to do as always, but I can’t do the work for you.” Her therapist reminds her that Bobbie is the one who needs to put in the effort if she wants things to change. “I would ask if you want to go ahead and schedule another appointment, but here is what I will do. Since the holidays are right around the corner, we’ll leave it open and you can reach out to me on when you want your next appointment to be. And good luck in your title match. I know you will tell me how it all goes next time we speak.”

Bobbie nods. “Oh of course I will!” She says excitedly. “Hopefully next time we talk I’ll be a champion and I can show you my shiny new belt!”

Her therapist smiles. “Yes, hopefully. You have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year and we’ll talk soon, okay?”

“Sounds good! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you too! Bye!” A few moments later the laptop screen goes blank and Bobbie logs off. Just as she does and she closes her laptop, she hears the front door open and shut loudly, followed by Artie’s voice. And he is not alone.

“Bobbie?!” He shouts, getting Bobbie’s attention. Loki jumps up excitedly and runs out of the room, and Bobbie follows behind him. “There is a surprise for you! Two, actually…”

As Bobbie makes her way out of her office and towards their front door, the sound of her parents' voices gives away the surprise before she actually sees them. Once they come into view, Loki is excitedly begging them for attention, his tail and rear end just wiggling away. Wiggle but as Bobbie and Artie like to call it.

“Mom! Dad!” Bobbie rushes over to her parents, embracing them in as big a hug as she can. “I thought you weren’t supposed to be here until next weekend?!” Artie shoos Loki away to give Bobbie a few moments with her parents.

“That was the original plan,” Her mother says, just as excited as Bobbie to see each other again. “But we worked everything out with Artie to get us here sooner.”

“Yeah. We didn’t want to miss our baby girl’s big match.” Her father adds. “We’ll be there right in the front row cheering you on.”

As nervous as that thought made her, should she lose to Alexandra right in front of her parents, it also gave her the motivation she needed to overcome the struggle with Piper. She hugs her parents again and Artie isn’t able to hold Loki at bay any longer as he rushes up to them again, nearly knocking them over, but they all just laugh and show him the love and attention he constantly begs for. And just like that, Bobbie can feel Piper and her negativity start to dwindle and head back into the shadows where it belongs.

December 2 Dismember was sure to be a great night for her after all…


This is it, folks! This is the moment I have been waiting a long, long, long time for! I’m finally getting another shot at the Bombshell Roulette Championship. My hard work has paid off, and it will give me an even bigger pay off on Sunday night when I walk in with nothing, and walk out with the Bombshell Roulette Championship finally around my waist! I know so many of you are probably thinking, how is this time going to be any different than the last times you’ve fought for a title, Bobbie? Why should we believe that you’ve got what it takes to win when every other time, you’ve lost.

Well, I can’t really answer that truthfully, but what I can tell you is that this time, I have a whole new attitude. This time around, it’s a different version of Bobbie Dahl, and she’s more capable of being a champion than the last one was. And she’s damn sure more ready to finally be a champion than the last Bobbie Dahl was, so whether or not you believe me, is up to you all. It’s not going to stop me from busting my behind to beat Alexandra and finally win my first championship in SCW, so you all can think what you want.

I don’t need anyone else to believe in me. Well, no one else other than my family, but even if they didn’t, all that matters is that I believe in myself! Up until the last few months, I doubted myself for far too long, and it held me back more times than I can count. I crashed and burned so often, and I thought each time I was at rock bottom. I don’t know when my rock bottom actually was, but one thing is for certain, I am on my way back up the ladder and there is nothing or no one that will stop me or send me crashing back down to the bottom, because the bottom SUCKS.

Now don’t get me wrong here. The Bombshell Roulette Championship isn’t exactly the “top” of the SCW Bombshell Division. I mean it could be, depending on your point of view, but when it all boils down to it, the World Bombshell Championship is the true top of the mountain. And I am not quite to that level…yet. The Bombshell Roulette Championship is just the beginning. The first stepping stone to moving further up that ladder, so Alexandra, you should look at it through my eyes. Because you losing the Bombshell Roulette Championship, isn’t necessarily a bad thing when it boils down to it. It’s a symbol of your dominance? Okay, I would agree with that, but when I beat you and take that Roulette Championship from you, do what I know you can do and what you deserve…aim higher, honey. Move on from the Roulette Championship, because you’ve already shown what you are capable of.

Last week, you spent a lot of time talking about all of the Bombshells you’ve already beaten in your time as Bombshell Roulette Champion. Great work, Alexandra! I’m not denying that it’s something to be praised for, but in reality there is only one person that matters and that you should be focusing your attention and words on. And you’re looking at her.

Me, Alexandra. Don’t focus on the past and who you have already beaten. Move on and focus on who you have to beat next, and the person who is going to give you your greatest challenge yet, because I have more to prove than anyone else. I want it more than anyone else, so I am going to fight that much more than they did, so you better be ready. Yes, we have faced off in the past, but this match will be different, honey. The outcome will be different, because I’m going to right the mistakes I made in our last encounter and rewrite the ending to what should have been.

Yes, rewrite. I think last week you meant let’s not repeat the past, shall we? Because I don’t plan on history repeating itself this time around.

I am very persistent, Alexandra, because I have to be. You speak of persistence like it is a bad thing and I have to wonder why that is? Had you not won the Bombshell Roulette Championship in the first place, would you not have been persistent and kept trying until you finally won it? You would have kept at it until you go what you thought and knew you deserved no matter how long it took, so why when I am doing the same, is it something that I should not really be doing? Admirable as it may be in your words, you sure don’t make it sound like it is.

You think you make the rules, Alexandra? In the Roulette Division, you don’t, honey. The Roulette Wheel does. It’s all left up to chance, and the circumstances in which that Roulette Championship will be decided all lies in the spin of the wheel. Standard Match? Submission Match? Street Fight? Cage Match? Lingerie Pudding Match? Whatever is on that wheel, it’s not decided by you or me, honey. So better think again, because you should know better than to say something like that. Funny how you don’t seem to mention any talk about that little bit of information, huh? Seems like you may have forgotten about the Roulette Wheel, but I never ever will. It holds my future in its hands!

You’re running out of time, Alexandra. The clock is ticking on your Bombshell Roulette title reign, so enjoy it while you have it! All the doubts and fears I may have had, they’re getting smaller and smaller by the day and by the time Sunday rolls around and we step into that ring and go toe to toe? They’ll be gone. A long forgotten memory, and as I face off against you I’ll quietly wonder to myself how I ever doubted myself. How was I ever afraid of losing, when deep down, I always knew I have what it takes. Despite what you may think, Alexandra, I deserve to be the Bombshell Roulette Champion. And I’m going to beat you.

There was a time when I wasn’t better than you, I will admit that whole heartedly. But that time is in the past, and now? I KNOW I am better than you. I KNOW that title you are carrying will be mine after all is said and done on Sunday night. I KNOW that I will be ending 2023 and starting 2024 off at my very best in SCW, and 2024 will simply be my year. People will be saying my name. People will be talking about me for days and months to come. And who knows, maybe by the end of the year, I’ll add a few shiny little Year End Awards to my name, too! The possibilities are endless, Alexandra. And it all starts with you.

One more time. One more match. Right a wrong that never should have been.

Bobbie Dahl versus Alexandra Calaway for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. Only one winner.

And you’re looking at her.

See you Sunday, Alexandra!

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Supercard Archives / Re: ALEXANDRA CALAWAY (c) v BOBBIE DAHL - ROULETTE TITLE
« on: December 09, 2023, 09:58:08 PM »
Thursday December 7th
Early Morning- 2 A.M


Have you ever had one of those nights where you just lay in bed unable to sleep? Like you do everything you possibly can to fall asleep, but you just can’t? You’ll keep your eyes closed and try to shut off the thoughts in your mind long enough until you finally drift off to sleep. Tonight is one of those nights for Bobbie Dahl it seems. Artie is fast asleep next to her, having fallen asleep in just a matter of minutes (lucky bugger!), and Loki is in his designated spot on the floor on Bobbie’s side of the bed. Bobbie would gladly have Loki sleep in the bed with her and Artie, but even a king size bed wouldn’t be large enough for the three of them. So the floor on her side was the compromise.

As Artie snoozes away and Bobbie still can’t fall asleep, she quietly sneaks out of the bed and decides to go make herself a cup of tea and relax in the living room. Loki lifts his head when she steps out of bed and Bobbie looks at him with her index finger up to her mouth and signaling him to ‘Shhh…” so he doesn’t wake his daddy. He stretches and yawns then just as quietly follows behind Bobbie, needing to know exactly where she is going.

While Bobbie makes her tea in the kitchen, Loki walks over to the couch in the living room, where he sits patiently. Their Christmas Tree is already set up and fully decorated, its sparkling lights providing the only light in the living room at the moment. After a few minutes, Bobbie makes her way into the living room with her hot cup of lemon chamomile tea in hand. She takes her place at the end of the couch and sits the cup of tea down on a coaster to let it cool off for a moment. All she can do at the moment is just stare at the Christmas Tree as she gently pets her baby boy, hoping the thoughts in her mind will quiet down soon so she can go back to bed and finally get some shut eye.

Nights like tonight were becoming fewer these days as her anxiety levels began to come down. Earlier this year was a different story, though, as the anxiety (Piper!) would keep her up at night, and she was getting more and more exhausted the longer she was going sleep deprived. What thoughts, exactly? Oh, everything. Random things that just made absolutely no sense, because that is what anxiety is. Everything worrying you when it shouldn’t. Thoughts racing through your mind at random times for no reason at all other than to just annoy you.

That was Piper. One annoying bitchy ball of anxiety whose job it was to keep Bobbie anxious. But as Bobbie got Piper under control, sleepless nights were less of a thing. Tonight was different, Bobbie thought, because she knows that the match she has been looking forward to since coming back, and even before then, was fast approaching. And while Bobbie had everything to gain by winning the Bombshell Roulette Championship from Alexandra Calaway, Piper kept telling her that she also had everything to lose as well. How so, Bobbie thought? Well, because Bobbie had been in this position before. She had shots at the Roulette Championship and even the World Bombshell Championship at times previously in her career, and how did it turn out?

Failure. Cold, hard failure.

Bobbie closes her eyes and grabs her cup of tea. It’s finally cooled off just enough to take a sip and she savors the warm comforting flavor as she tries to get lost in the beauty that a lit Christmas tree at night can offer. Loki remains by her side, being the emotional support that he has been since they brought him into their family a couple of years ago. And while Artie loved Loki just as much, Loki was becoming far more attached to Bobbie these days. Probably because he knew she needed the comfort that sometimes only a beloved animal companion can provide.

Bobbie doesn’t pay attention to the time, or how fast the minutes seem to tick away as she sits on the couch and drinks her tea. She’s too caught up in the beauty of her Christmas tree that she barely even notices when Loki’s attention is turned to the end of the hallway where Artie is standing and now watching her, his eyes still sleepy. Loki prances up to him, tail wagging, and Artie quickly pets him before turning his attention back to his wife and breaking the silence. “You okay, Bobbie?”

As quietly and sleepy as his voice is, it still manages to startle Bobbie. She nearly jumps out of her skin and Loki is back sitting at her feet as Artie walks up to her. She takes in a deep breath, trying to calm her now racing heart. “Geez, Artie, you scared the crap out of me.” She says, placing her mug back on the coaster and Artie sits next to her. “I hope I didn’t wake you. I was trying to be quiet when I made my tea.”

He shakes his head and reaches down to pet Loki again. “I didn’t hear anything,” he says and Bobbie is relieved. “But I was worried when I woke up and you weren’t in the bed. So again I’m going to ask…are you okay?” His question is that of genuine concern, because he remembered all too well how sleep deprivation affected Bobbie before, and he didn’t want her to get back to that.

Bobbie takes a few moments before answering. Loki nudges his head against her and she looks back to Artie. She wasn’t about to lie to him, but she also didn’t want him to worry, either. “Piper is being a bitch tonight.” She replies, and Artie nods slowly. “I just can’t stop thinking about this match next Sunday and what it means for me, and Piper of course is the one focusing on the negative. It’s just one of those nights, sweetie.” She turns her gaze back to the Christmas tree, trying to focus on the various ornaments hanging on its branches. From Chicago Cubs ornaments, to The Nightmare Before Christmas ornaments…Bobbie’s various fandoms were displayed on the tree.

“You know you’re going to do great against Alexandra, Bobbie.” Artie says, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She nods and keeps her attention on the Christmas tree. “I don’t know what else to tell you to get your anxiety under control, because you seemed to be doing really good recently. So I’m just worried that it’s going to get out of  control again, and I don’t want that for you at all.”

Bobbie didn’t want that either. And she wasn’t about to let that happen, because she had worked too hard in a short amount of time to get Piper under control. Tonight, she thought, would just be a one off moment and after that, Piper was going to be silenced as far as she was concerned. “It won’t get out of control again, Artie. I promise.” She replies, turning to look at him once again. Loki finally gave in and laid down on the floor, slowly drifting off to sleep. “That’s why I came out here anyway. I could have just stayed in bed and let Pipe continue to make all that noise in my mind, but I decided to make myself a cup of tea and just think about Christmas.”

Artie now looks at the tree- Bobbie’s work of art, as he likes to call it. Not many people displayed a bright blue Christmas tree with built in white lights as their tree of choice, but Bobbie insisted when she found it. Blue was her favorite color, and the color of her beloved Chicago Cubs baseball team, so naturally she chose to adorn it in mostly Chicago Cubs ornaments, but also threw in a few other options, too. “Think about Christmas? I mean, I guess if it is a good distraction, but I think trying to not think about anything will help you get some sleep more than thinking about Christmas.” He replies curiously.

Bobbie smiles as she keeps her attention focused on the tree. “I just think…hope, really…that this Christmas is the best yet.” She clarifies. “It’s our first Christmas as a married couple. Your parents should hopefully make it out here as long as your dad is feeling better. And if all goes my way at December 2 Dismember, I’ll finally be a champion in SCW and have even more to celebrate.”

“I thought the idea was to not think about that right now?” Artie asks, trying not to chuckle. Bobbie shrugs, but she knows what he meant. She also knows that he is right.

“It’s hard not to think about it, though, Artie.” Bobbie admits, letting out a sigh. “And I should be thinking about it. Just not while I’m trying to sleep. That’s the real problem. I’ve just worked so dang hard and I want to finally prove that I am capable of being a champion. That I’m worthy of it. I’m not just the goofy fat girl who doesn’t seem to care about winning or losing. I want to be successful.”

Artie had seen so much personal growth in his wife in recent months, and it was hard to see her struggle with her anxiety. He scoots close to her and rubs her back, trying to comfort and reassure her as best as he could, and as much as a husband should comfort his wife. “If they didn’t think you were worthy of being a champion, do you think they would give you this shot in the first place? You’re worthy, Bobbie. And you deserve it as much as anyone else. Maybe more than anyone else.” He says, continuing to rub her back. Loki has just started snoring at their feet, and Bobbie looks down at him and quietly chuckles.

“I’d say you’re only saying that because as my husband you have to.” She says as she looks at him with a grin on her face. He frowns but she playfully nudges him. “I’m just joking. And I know everything you are saying is right, but this is what Piper does to me. The bitch needs to pipe down and go back into hiding, because I can’t let her ruin this for me. I won’t let her ruin it, actually.”

Artie raises an eyebrow as she again talks about her anxiety as if it is an actual person. “I know we’ve talked about this before, but do you really have to continue calling your anxiety Piper? It’s not a person, Bobbie. It’s a part of you that doesn’t have any physical form. I just don’t want it to turn into a bigger problem if you keep calling it Piper.”

Bobbie doesn’t laugh, though she is tempted to. She knows a lot of people don’t understand the reasoning behind naming her anxiety, but they don’t need to. All they need to understand is that it helps her keep it under control…for the most part. “Why does it bother you so much? If it’s helping me, what is the big deal with naming it Piper?” She asks, genuinely curious at his response. “And how would it turn into a bigger problem? I’m dealing with it. I’m taking my meds and still talking to my therapist, so it won’t become a problem again.”

Artie shrugs. “I don’t know,” he begins, then leans back on the couch. “I mean what if when you’re in the ring wrestling someone and you just all of a sudden shout at Piper to pipe down. I don’t want it to turn into a bigger mental health problem than just anxiety. But what do I know…I’m not a doctor or a psychiatrist or whatever. I’m just always going to worry about you.”

“You know,” Bobbie begins, cracking a smile. “Worrying is part of anxiety….just saying.” She holds back a laugh, trying to lighten the mood a little bit. Artie frowns slightly and shakes his head.

“I think everyone has a little bit of anxiety at some point.” He replies very seriously. “But there is a difference between having anxiety every once in a while, and having anxiety about everything like you do. I know you can’t always help it, though.” He makes sure to add that last part so as not to upset Bobbie in any way.

Before Bobbie can respond, she suddenly lets out an audible yawn, the tell tale sign that her body is finally ready for some sleep. Loki jumps up, and starts nudging her leg, ready to get back to bed himself. “Looks like I should finally be able to get some sleep now.” She swings her legs off the edge of the couch and scratches Loki’s neck. “Alright Loki, baby, let’s get back to bed with Daddy.”

She didn’t need to tell him twice. With a slight burst of energy he jumps up and prances his way to the hall and back down to the bedroom. Before Bobbie follows behind him, Artie stops her. “Promise me one thing, Bobbie.”

“Anything, sweetie.” She replies.

“No matter the outcome of your match next Sunday,” he begins, taking her hand and gently squeezes it. “You won’t let it drag you down. I know you can beat her and I believe you will, but just promise me that, please.”

Bobbie musters up a reassuring smile, and squeezes his hand in return. “Of course, sweetie. I know anything can happen in that ring, and if I don’t beat Alexandra and win the Roulette Championship,” she pauses and then shrugs. “Onwards and upwards. That’s all I can do.” Artie then gives her a hug, showing her once again just how much she and her happiness mean to him. And she knows. She’s always known, even before they had become an official couple and eventually got married. They had always been there for one another, and they always would be.

She wasn’t determined to win this match just for herself. She was determined to win it for Artie, too. He was motivation enough to fight through the battles with Piper and come out on the winning end. Just like she planned to do against Alexandra Calaway and finally become the Bombshell Roulette Champion.

While losing is always a possibility…she just couldn’t accept it as an option.


Welp, people, here I go again. I find myself with another opportunity to finally win my first championship in SCW, and it’s for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t even a little bit nervous going into this match next Sunday. I’d be lying if I said I was one hundred percent confident that I’d be walking out of this match as the new Bombshell Roulette Champion. I’m not going to sit here and lie to any of you, or myself, because that’s just not how I work anymore. And sure, I should be focused on just putting on a great match with Alexandra Calaway. But it’s so much more than that to me.

I have had an opportunity at every Bombshell championship so far- minus the Mixed Tag Team titles of course. But the singles titles? I’ve been given chances at each of them. Don’t ask me to tell you the last time I fought for any of them, but the outcome has always been the same, obviously. I lost each and every opportunity. I did well leading up to those matches, and after all was said and done, I just couldn’t get the job done. I couldn’t win the gold and prove that I’m not a choke artist, which I am sure is what everyone thought about me each and every time. Hell I am sure some people are still thinking that given my track record. Not that I blame them.

But I say to all of you, I am not the same person I was back then. I’m not the same person I was when I first stepped foot in the SCW ring all the way back in 2017. Sheesh, it’s been six years already?! Doesn’t seem that long, but time flies when you’re having fun, right?! Even when I haven’t been here on a consistent basis that entire six years, I’ve never been too far away because this is something I just can’t step away from forever, despite what I may say. I’m not your typical wrestler, sure, but I’ve got heart and soul and I know that wrestling is what I want to do, so I am going to do it as long as I possibly can!

I feel like I’m all over the place here and getting sort of off topic. Am I? Yes? No? If I am, sorrrrrry! I just can’t help it sometimes. I’m so excited. I’m nervous. I’m determined. You name it, I’m probably feeling it. I want to have fun and put on a good match, like I said earlier, but I also know that I need to be serious! I need to stay focused and on track, because if I let my guard down or I let myself get distracted in some way, it could cost me everything, and I don’t want that to happen! If I want to continue in SCW and be in this business as long as I possibly can, I want to go the distance and that means becoming a champion. I mean who else can say they’ve been with SCW as long as I have and haven’t won a single championship? I don’t think anyone can, so I’d say it’s high time I change things, don’t you all agree?

But, I have my work cut out for me, as you all are well aware. I mean of course I do, because a champion is a champion for a reason. Because they’re that damn good. Well…usually. There have been a few instances where people could argue otherwise, but I won’t name names here. Because the only one that matters right now is the one I am facing in one week’s time…Alexandra Calaway. The woman who’s had a hell of a run so far in her time in SCW, not to mention who is making a hell of a name for herself in other companies. Something I give her mad props for, by the way.

Alexandra, let me start things out by first giving you a huge apology. Yes, I need to apologize because earlier this year when we had our short lived back and forth battle, eventually leading to our match at Summer XXXTreme. That Supershow is one of my favorites of the year because it’s on a cruise and just one of the most unique settings for a wrestling show EVER, but…I dropped the ball. I should have gone into that match and been completely focused on settling the issues we had going on, but I didn’t. As my opponent, I should have respected you more than that, despite our differences we had going on, and given you a good fight. But I was so emotionally distracted and exhausted, I honestly made it too easy for you. You didn’t face the Bobbie Dahl that you should have, and for that I am sorry.

Life gets in the way, sometimes, I am sure you know. Things happen outside the ring, that no matter how hard you try to leave behind when you step in the ring, you just can’t. And it all consumes you and brings you down. That is what happened to me this past summer. I wanted to give you my undivided attention, and answer your challenge and messages the way I should have, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t do it. And if I am honest? It’s because I was scared. I was scared that I’d fight back with everything I had against you, and you’d still beat me, because I just wasn’t good enough. So…I just didn’t even try. My mind wouldn’t let me try.

Things are different now, Alexandra. My head is in the game, and even if you weren’t holding the Bombshell Roulette Championship, my goal would be to face you no matter what, because I need to make up for my downfalls this past summer. I need to have you go up against the Bobbie Dahl that maybe no one else has even faced as of yet, because I wasn’t able to let her show herself and what she is capable of to the world. But I’m ready now.

And you should be worried.

Don’t get me wrong, Alexandra. This isn’t me promising that I’m going to defeat you. This isn’t my way of saying that I am guaranteeing that I am going to be the one to end another one of your title reigns because I simply can not do that. What I am doing, though, is promising you that I am going to fight tooth and nail to make those statements a reality. I am going to give it everything I’ve got to take that title away from you, because as much as you want to retain that title and keep your reign going for as long as you possibly can, I want to start my reign so much more. I need it more. Everyone knows you are capable of being a champion, because you already are and in more than one company, no less. That takes some serious skill and dedication, so kudos to you. But while you and so many others may find it thrilling and even inspiring to be competing in more than one company, I don’t feel the same. I feel that the more you do, the more it can hinder you and put you at a slight disadvantage.

You’ve already lost one championship recently, Alexandra. You’ve gotta be thinking about the real possibility that you are about to lose another one. And the kicker? Neither one of us even knows the circumstances in which that may happen. The Roulette Wheel could throw a wrench in either one of our plans, but that is the beauty of it, isn’t it? The unknown. The fact that the stipulation could help you out…or it could help me out. We just don’t know. Which is another reason neither one of us should be walking into this guaranteeing anything. Round and round the wheel will go, where it stops only fate knows!

So whose side will fate be on next Sunday, Alexandra? I seriously hope it’s on mine, because if it isn’t? I’ve gotta wonder when it finally will be. But I’m not going to sit here start to get hard on myself and doubt myself like I might have before. I’ve never felt more ready for a title match than I am now, and we’re still a week out! I’ve been busting my behind since coming back this time around, and I plan to keep the momentum going as long as I possibly can. I hope you’re as focused and ready for this match as I am, because remember we are opening the show. We’ve got to set the bar high for the rest of the show and I think we can do it.

Before I start to wrap things up here, Alexandra, I want to add that for as much as I have been talking about how much I have changed over the last few months, I have to admit that I see a change in you, too. I can’t quite put my finger on it, and I’m not going to begin to say that I know why you’ve changed, but change is good, Alexandra. I think we’ve both grown as people…as women…in recent months, which is also why I know that we’re going to bring the house down and have everyone talking about our match for the rest of the night and for weeks to come. It’s not an easy feat to do when you have a card as stacked as December 2 Dismember is, but there is no better way to open the show than the Bombshell Roulette Championship match between two Bombshells like us, right?!

Win or lose, Alexandra, I respect you and your accomplishments. I commend you for everything you’ve done in SCW when I wasn’t able to, but I’m ready to take over the reigns, sweetie. I’m ready for the challenges that lay ahead of me. I’m ready to take the Roulette Division by storm and finally cement my name in the title books in SCW. I don’t know what it will take, or how long it will take, but I have to do it. This isn’t anything personal, sweetie. At least, nothing personal against you.

This is a personal battle for myself. A battle…and a war that I plan on winning.

One week to go, Alexandra. Get ready, because you’re about to face a whole new Bobbie Dahl.

Bring your best, Alexandra! I certainly plan to!

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Climax Control Archives / Best Thanksgiving Yet!
« on: December 01, 2023, 03:11:03 PM »
Thanksgiving Day
Bobbie and Artie’s Home
Las Vegas, Nevada



Thanksgiving. The yearly holiday that brings families together to feast and give thanks for all of the wonderful blessings in their lives. That is how it should be everyone, anyway. For others, it can bring a sense of tension, chaos and sometimes drama as these families come together. For Bobbie, she is hoping to have the best Thanksgiving yet, as it is the first time she will be hosting her parents at her and Artie’s home in Las Vegas. The first home they have purchased together, which happens to be on the other side of the country from both of their families. They had hoped Artie’s parents would be able to make the trip, but as his father started feeling under the weather just a few days before the trip, they were forced to postpone.

Both were doing their best to get over this disappointment, but they understood the circumstances. And Artie was slightly relieved that his parents would not be there, due to the fact that Bobbie had invited three other guests for dinner- one of which whose personality could be difficult for his parents to comprehend or even be around. That colorful personality, if you want to call it that, is of course, Fenris. Bobbie had insisted that he, Aron and David all join them for their Thanksgiving dinner, even though Fenris and Aron were Icelandic and did not celebrate Thanksgiving as Americans did. But again, Bobbie insisted.

Bobbie is currently busy as a bee in the kitchen, with the last minute preparations and cooking. The turkey was cooking away in the oven, and Bobbie was finishing getting the various vegetarian dishes she had chosen so Fenris had something to feast on as well. Aron had offered to bring a few dishes so Bobbie wouldn’t have to worry, but Bobbie had flat out told him she would handle it. It would be a learning experience, true, but she was up to the challenge. As Bobbie is mixing something together at the counter, her fur baby Loki is sitting pretty just a few feet away watching her with puppy-dog eyes.

“Oh don’t look at me like that,” she quirks at him, knowing very well he is hoping she will share with him something yummy. Or that she would just happen to “accidentally” drop something on the floor. “You’ll get your own little plate of goodies once everything is done.” He lets out a sigh as if he understands what she just told him, and she gets back to cooking.

“Bobbie! Honey! Are you sure you’re okay in there?!” Her mother’s voice can be heard from in the living room, just several feet away but just out of view of the kitchen. Bobbie smiles and lets out a laugh as she replies back, “I’m fine, Ma! This is actually kinda fun!”

She does her best to sound believable with that last statement, because cooking a Thanksgiving meal for seven people wasn’t as fun as she made it sound. But it was fun learning to make foods outside of her comfort zone with the vegetarian dishes. She was also doing her best to keep her anxiety- or Piper as she has named it- at bay when it tries to creep up and spoil the good day she was trying to have. Artie then appears in the kitchen to check on her.

“They’re going to be here soon, right?” Artie is, of course, referring to Fenris, Aron and David.

“Don’t worry, Artie.” Bobbie quickly replies as she sets the bowl of whatever she was mixing aside and then looks up to him. “They have plenty of time. We still have about an hour before dinner will be ready anyway. So whenever they–” She is quickly cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Loki barks and then runs off to the front door and Bobbie just gives Artie a smile and a nod. She wipes her hands on a towel quickly as the duo heads to the door.

Loki is wagging his tail excitedly and her parents are seated on one side of the large sectional sofa in the living room. Bobbie gently nudges Loki to the side so she can open the door. When she does, they are all greeted by duo, plus one extra- Kyssa! This naturally excites Loki even more.

“You made it!!” Bobbie says excitedly as she lets the four of them inside. Kyssa and Loki trot off together, tails wagging. Fenris slides off his flip-flops by the other shoes by the door as Bobbie gives Aron a quick hug first.

“You didn’t really give us a choice to decline the invitation, now did you?” Fenris quips back as only Fenris can. Bobbie’s parents look at one another, but the amused smiles on their faces say they were warned about Fenris’ personality before meeting him. They stand up from the sofa to greet their new guests.

“It smells wonderful in here.” Aron says, noting the various smells from all the food Bobbie is currently cooking. Bobbie offers David a handshake, holding off on a hug due to the fact that she was not as acquainted with him yet as Fenris and Aron. Bobbie’s parents approach all of them for the introductions.

“Mom…Dad…” Bobbie starts as she and Artie stand between them. “This is Aron, Fenris and David. And off playing with Loki is Kyssa. Guys, meet my parents, Ken and Barbie! These guys are like the brothers I never had!”

“Or wanted.” Fenris quickly snaps back, garnering a laugh from her parents. “And Ken and Barbie? Seriously?” Quite uncharacteristic of Fenris, he seems to be holding back a laugh, but Bobbie’s parents just chuckle and nod as they exchange handshakes with Aron and David.

“Bobbie’s grandparents had a sense of humor.” Her father replies with a smile. “And it was just coincidence that the woman I would meet, fall in love with and marry would go by Barbie instead of Barbara. She just naturally had to continue the funny tradition with Bobbie.”

“Boys, make yourself comfortable!” Bobbie says, urging them to sit wherever they like. “We have about an hour before dinner is done so you all can just mingle and get to know each other. And David I’m glad you could join us.” The three of them are about to head off into the living room when Bobbie spots the chain around David’s neck, to which Fenris has a matching on. “Hey! That’s a really cool ring on your–wait a minute. Is that…?” She points to the ring and looks at Fenris, eyes wide and jaw slightly dropped.

“Well, you’ve been pretty preoccupied recently to tell you anything so what do you think they are?” Fenris replies with a question of his own and a raised eyebrow. Bobbie’s mother looks the ring around Fenris’ neck and manages to answer the question, plus reveal Bobbie’s own secret before Bobbie can say anything.

“Celtic knots. Lovely touch with the wolf’s head.” Barbie says, admiring the ring. “Did the two of you get married before or after Bobbie and Artie?”

Bobbie’s jaw drops and Artie looks on nervously. Aron spins around, a look of shocked delight on his face as Fenris just stares at Bobbie, speechless. Bobbie doesn’t seem to care that her mother spilled the beans on her own marriage, as she just wraps her arms around Fenris and gives him a huge bear hug, much to his chagrin! He gives David a look as if saying ‘Help Me’ but David just shakes his head. Aron gives Artie a congratulatory handshake as Bobbie continues to celebrate as only she can.

“I need booze. Now!” Fenris says, trying to fight out of the bear hug, but Bobbie is too excited.

“This is the best Thanksgiving ever!!!” Bobbie shouts before letting Fenris go a few seconds later and then spinning around to face David. His eyes widen but he has no time to react as Bobbie embraces him with a bear hug and Fenris just smirks as he heads off into the kitchen to make himself a drink. A few moments later, Aron joins Bobbie’s parents in the living room ready to strike up a friendly conversation, and Bobbie releases her hold on David so he can join them. She rushes off back into the kitchen to finish getting everything together for dinner and Artie just looks around with a smile and lets out a relieved sigh.

Indeed, it was turning out to be a wonderful Thanksgiving.


Kandy Kaine. Giiiiirrrrlllll….both our parents had a sense of humor with naming us, didn’t they?! Not that it’s really a bad thing, because I happen to love my name, and I’m sure you do, too! I just wanted to point that out before anything else. Because it’s hard not to notice.

Just like your bubbly demeanor. Girl, you’re just as sweet as your name implies, aren’t ya?! Sugar without the spice, yet everything still nice! And here I thought that I was the bubbliest one around SCW…or I used to. And I ain’t just talking about my bubble butt, either. You’re just so…so…so…HAPPY!

Again, not that being overly happy is a bad thing. It’s actually sort of refreshing to see in SCW. So many of the other girls are just moody and cranky all the time. Like, damn girls. Quit giving our gender a bad name and just cheer up and smile once in a while ya know?! But you, Kandy? You don’t have that problem, do you? Are you EVER in a bad mood? Are you EVER mean to anyone?! Seriously…I gotta know. Just for my own curious mind.

So this match was supposed to take place last week, but I heard that you got kicked off your flight for playing Christmas songs with your ukulele?! I literally can’t stop laughing at that, because that has to be a first for someone getting kicked off a plane for that reason. I mean, it's kind of a stupid reason in the first place, but hey…I don’t make the rules on airplanes so I can’t say anything. Just…don’t make that same mistake this week, okay?! I need to go into December 2 Dismember looking good, and that means I gotta face you and do whatever I can to beat you!

I’ll tell you what I’ve told the others so far. I’m not going to guarantee beating you, because I just can’t do that. I could make a mistake against you. I could let your bubbly personality distract me and trip me up in that ring and then you can pin me for the win. Stranger things have happened! But considering this is my last shot before my Bombshell Roulette Championship opportunity at December 2 Dismember to make an impression and up the odds that I will walk out as the new champ, I gotta fight with everything I’ve got.

I have to admit, I don’t like the thought of having to beat someone like you, Kandy. You’re just too nice and you deserve some wins around here just as much as anyone else. But I am sure you don’t care. You’re kinda like I used to be when I first showed up in SCW. Carefree and here to just have fun, so kudos to you, Kandy. Major kudos!

I don’t know what else to say at this point, because I’m not going to sit here and knock you for being who you are. It would make me look like a real bitch, and I ain’t about being that at all! Let’s just go into Sunday and put on a good match. Let’s entertain everyone watching, because that is what we signed up for when we became wrestlers after all. And then after the match, let’s shake hands and move on like the good sports we are, no matter who wins, because we’re better than all the hating bitches in this place. Win or lose, Kandy, it’ll be a blast facing you!

See ya Sunday, sugar pie!

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Climax Control Archives / Onwards and Upwards!
« on: November 10, 2023, 01:45:09 PM »
Whew. As exhausted as I am after my match against Bella, I’m running on adrenaline and pumped up! I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better first opponent back than Bella, because I know she wanted to prove herself just as much as I did. And she did, regardless of the fact that I won. That woman proved she’s still got it, even less than three months after giving birth. Talk about bouncing back! Mad props to her.

But, onwards and upwards! And I said as much when Pussy Willow found me and Artie backstage after my match. I addressed Alexandra Calaway, again, even though we had that little confrontation in the ring. I just wanted to make myself and my intentions clear, in case she didn’t quite get the message. Hopefully she got it, and maybe she’ll be kind enough to actually speak a few words about it this week, right? If not…eh, I’m not giving up.

It’s just about time to head home and Artie and I are gathering our things. He’s just about done but I’m kinda taking my time when he breaks the short silence between us. “You really did great out there tonight,” he says, leaning against the wall as he waits for me. I smile and take in a deep breath.

“Thanks, honey!” I reply back, but a fleeting shred of self-doubt waves over me. “It wasn’t easy, though. I almost thought Bella had me beat a few times. I really should have-” I stop, quickly realizing the words that are trying to come out of my mouth are not mine, but Piper’s. The anxiety is trying to build again. “No, nevermind. I know I did great out there!”

I feel myself relax, and take in another deep breath. Artie looks at me for a moment, knowing very well what just happened. He’s been so worried about me the past few months. I don’t know what I would do without him, really. “You sure you’re doing okay?” He asks, taking a step forward. I turn around to face him. “I know you said you have your anxiety under control now, but sometimes it seems like you don’t. Especially now with being back in SCW, I want to be completely sure. I want you to be completely sure.”

I close the gap between us, giving him a reassuring smile as I adjust the strap of my duffel bag over my shoulder. “I’m fine, Artie. Really!” I reassure him again. “I told you this wasn’t going to be easy. There are going to be moments where Piper tries to bring me down, but I’ve got a better handle on her now. I needed tonight, one way or another.”

Artie gives me a weird look, and I know why. “It will never be not weird that you gave your anxiety a name.” We’ve had this talk before, and I understand his point, but not everyone understands mine. “When you talk about your anxiety by name, it really makes you seem like you have a split personality in a way. I just don’t want people thinking you’re crazy!”

I nod with a laugh. “Let them think what they want, Artie.” I say, waving the thought off. “I don’t care what they think, and I have the support of my therapist in giving the anxiety a name, so it shouldn’t be a big deal. Besides, it’s fun when I have to tell the bitch to pipe down. You’ve even laughed sometimes!” And it’s true. He has, because sometimes out of the blew I just yell it out and he nearly jumps out of his skin.

“That’s only when you randomly shout it when the room is quiet.” He takes the words out of my mind. “It doesn’t just scare the crap out of me, but Loki too! You’ve seen the look he gives you.”

Ahh, my Loki boy. He does give me some strange looks, but I really love that dog. “Yeah, but he still loves his momma. And his daddy, too, of course.” I give him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Did you remember to take your meds today?” I nearly jump back when he asks this.

I look around, making sure no one had heard him, and thankfully they didn’t. “Shhhh!” I snap at him. “I told you I didn’t want anyone to know I was taking anxiety medication!” I speak in a hushed voice so no one will hear me. He just shakes his head.

“It’s not such a big deal, Bobbie.” He says. He has a point, but it’s still something I am not ready for people to know. “There’s no shame in needing help. You should know that.”

I close my eyes and breathe deep. I do know he is right, but even if he is, some things should still remain private where my health is concerned. And I know that if some people get wind of this bit of information, they’ll try and use it against me. It would be crappy of them to do that, but that’s just how some people are! “I do know that, Artie, but still. When I’m ready for more people to know, I will tell them. And to answer your question, yes. Thank you for looking out for me.”

“What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t look out for you?” He doesn’t even hesitate.

“You are lucky Fenris isn’t around to hear you say that.” I say this because I haven’t told him yet that Artie and I got married a few months ago.

“You know, the longer you wait to tell him, the more angry he will be.” Artie replies, folding his arms in front of him. Again, he has a point. Why does he always have to be right?

“I’m gonna tell him! Don’t worry!” It’s half the truth. I mean, I am going to tell Fenris eventually. I just don’t know how or when. Artie can read right through me and he grins.

“Uh huh.” He says, and I slip past him to open the door. “When? On our one year anniversary?” As intimidated by Fenris as he is, Artie chuckles at his own joke. I look at him with narrowed eyes and realize I’ve got nothing to say against that, because it may very well be exactly then. I don’t want it to be, and I hope it isn’t, but having to tell Fenris we got married and he and Aron weren’t there to be part of it? Well…he’s gonna blow a gasket.

“You know, you could just as easily tell Fenris as I can!” No sooner than I speak the words than does Artie’s face drop. I give him a grin of my own and wink at him. “Yeah, that is what I thought! You’re just as afraid of him as I am! No c’mon. I want to get home and snuggle with our baby Loki.”

I take him by the arm and lead him out of the room. He wants to say something in protest to what I have just said, but this is Artie after all. It doesn’t matter right now anyway. Now that I am back, I have plenty of time to talk about my time off when I am good and ready.

If people don’t like it. Well, I’ve got a big white booty they can kiss!


Well, I did it! I was successful in my return to the ring and defeated Bella Madison, as hard as it was, honestly. And a part of me feels bad because I know she has the same goals in mind for herself as I do now that she is back. She wants to win her first singles gold, too, and I was that first roadblock standing in her way of proving she deserves it and that she can be a great singles champion. But as much as she wants that same thing, I want it just a little bit more. And I’m not so much focused on proving it to everyone else, but proving it to myself…and to Piper- because she’s always there just waiting in the background for any shred of doubt.

And I almost faltered last week, even after I beat Bella. There were times where, even though I was giving my all and fighting as hard as I could, it felt like it wasn’t going to be enough and that Bella’s speed and agility would ultimately get the best of me. That…that was Piper. She was trying like hell to break me down, and even after I was backstage after winning, I could hear the ‘you got lucky’ or ‘you shouldn’t have won that’ stuff in the back of my mind. But I took in a few deep breaths and I fought through it.

Not going to lie, as happy as I was that I won and as much as I know that this was just step one to achieving my ultimate goal, I was looking forward to and expecting this Sunday off from wrestling. It would have given me time to focus on other things and I could have still been at the show to continue to handle business with Alexandra Calaway, but I guess there were other plans, because I was asked if I wanted to take Roxi Johnson’s place in the match against Seleana Zdunich. I didn’t even hesitate to agree, because…the harder and more I work, the greater the reward! A shot at Alexandra Calaway and that Bombshell Roulette Championship is the best reward I can possibly think of. I’ve been knocked down so many times, but I keep getting back up and looking forward.

What about you, Seleana? I’ve gotta say, I’m a little confused about you right now. I let myself get beat by you several months back, and as I was getting ready for this match this week and looking back on your recent matches, my jaw dropped a little bit. What happened to you? What happened to the Seleana that is a former champion? What happened to the Seleana that people were worried about going up against? Where did she go? Because the Seleana that I see right now is a shell of what you once were.

I told myself when I returned this time that I would never let myself get too confident in going up against any opponent, no matter who it was. I should say that includes you, Seleana, but I honestly don’t know if it should, because it’s almost as if you simply don’t care anymore. You’re just…here. So how can I not be confident and absolutely sure of beating someone when I look at how low you have fallen down the ladder? I guess anything can happen, because like I said and like everyone knows, you beat me once earlier this year, so it can surely happen again, but from where I am standing…I can not and will not let that happen.

I’m not going to take it easy on you either. It won’t matter if you don’t put up the same fight that you once did, you are the second step in my journey to correcting all the losses that I shouldn’t have on my record. You’re the next stepping stone on my path to Alexandra Calaway and the Bombshell Roulette Championship. I guess my question for you is, what exactly am I to you?

Win or lose, what is your next step, Sel? You are a former World Bombshell Champion in your own right. Granted, you didn’t hold the title very long, but you won it once before, you damn sure could hold it again if it is what you really wanted. But somehow, I don’t think it is what you want. I don’t even think you want to be around anymore, because you sure as hell aren’t acting like it. You are given chances by the bosses to earn something and to build yourself back up to the start they once saw, but then you just…let them down. You let yourself and your family down.

Like I already asked…what happened to you?

Give me something here, Sel. Show me something so that I don’t have to break my promise to myself that I wouldn’t get over confident in my matches. Prove to me and to everyone else that you still have that start power in you, because no one sees it anymore and the more losses you take, the more of a joke you will become. Trust me, I have been there. All it takes to turn it around is to believe in yourself for a change. If not for yourself, for your daughter. Do you really want her to look at her mother and be disappointed? I’m sorry if that hits a sore spot, but maybe that will smack some sense into you once and for all.

If not…well then maybe I will use this match to do it for you. Maybe I will smack and toss you around, begging for you to wake the hell up and fight, because I don’t want this to be easy, Sel. I don’t want people to say that anyone can beat Seleana so what if I did? Fight, Sel. FIGHT! Give me a run for my money. Wear me down. Put the little thoughts of self-doubt in my mind, because it’s what I need. I’m going to give it my all on Sunday, because I promised myself that I would from here on out. The only question that remains is…

Are you going to do the same?

See you Sunday, Seleana!

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Climax Control Archives / Pipe Down Piper: Part 1
« on: November 03, 2023, 07:47:41 PM »
Well, here I go again. I’ve made my triumphant return to SCW for the millionth time, or so it seems. Then again, I wouldn’t exactly call it triumphant. Not yet anyway.

It’s no secret that since I signed my first contract with SCW years ago, I’ve come and gone several times. For the most part, it didn’t matter. In the beginning, I wasn’t taking things very seriously and just wanted to be here to have fun and do something that, honestly, no one ever saw me doing. I mean, you don’t see many girls my size in wrestling. But, I digress. As I said, I’ve been in and out the door more times than I can count, and there is a reason for it. A reason I’ve never really gotten into.

Until now.

Before I really get into it, I want you all to take a moment to imagine something for me. Close your eyes and imagine you’re in an amusement park, standing in line for the most popular roller coaster in the park. You’ve been in line for what seems like hours, and you’ve finally made it to the very end, waiting for the coaster to make its way back to the track in front of you. When it finally does, and the last group of riders makes their exit, you and a group of others are finally allowed to take your seats.

It takes several minutes but once everyone is situated and strapped safely in, the ride operator hits whatever switch or button he needs to, and the coaster begins to pull away and up the very first ascent to a big drop. This particular roller coaster is full of twists, turns, loops and hills and drops to give the riders the most fun thrills imaginable. Sounds exhilarating, right? Maybe so, but the particular roller coaster I imagine, or that I live daily is a roller coaster called anxiety.

That’s right, I have anxiety, and she’s a nasty little bitch.

But, Bobbie, what does anxiety have to do with your SCW career? It has everything to do with it, and why I’ve been gone time and time again. I may not have let it show, but it’s been an everyday battle trying to quiet this bitchy anxiety and keep her at bay so I can have some semblance of a life…a career. But recently, she just got to be too much, and I was so overwhelmed and exhausted I just needed to take a step back and finally face her head one.

Wait…”her” you might ask? Yes, her. Because the anxiety is a part of me, she is NOT me. I am not anxiety. I HAVE anxiety…and her name is Piper. Yeah, yeah…don’t ask me why I named my anxiety right now, because I will get into that later. All you need to know right now is that the bitch exists, as much as I don’t want her to.

The last few months has not been easy, but if I’m being honest, I’m all the better for it. I had time to think and reflect on everything that I was trying to keep hidden from so many people, myself included, but I wouldn’t have returned if I didn’t think I was ready for it. Am I one hundred percent anxiety free now? No, but I have learned how to better control the negative thoughts about all aspects of my life.

Including my confidence when it comes to SCW, because Piper played a big part in my failures within SCW. But I’m back now and ready to really succeed, because I know I am capable of it. I know I am WORTH it, so I am ready to make an impact and be the best Bombshell that not only I can be, but the best bombshell on the entire roster.

It won’t happen overnight, but I will get there. You can absolutely count on it!


Monday October 30th
Las Vegas
Bobbie and Artie’s Home

It’s just before noon and I walk through the front door with Artie’s and my four-legged son, Loki; a three year old full grown Bernese Mountain Dog. We have just gotten back from one of our daily walks and he sits down, waiting for me to remove his leash. I happily oblige him and he does a quick shake, sending a good amount of fur flying everywhere, before heading over to his water bowl and taking a few giant gulps.

“Why must you send an entire dog’s worth of fur flying everywhere every time we get back from our walks, Loki?” I sight, looking around at what I have to sweep and vacuum up on a daily basis. “I love you to death, buddy, but help me out here, okay?!” He takes a brief break from gulping down water and looks up at me with an adorable yet quizzical look.

I’m about to take care of cleaning up what will no doubt be enough fur to make another Loki, but I look at the clock and realize that I am going to be late for my therapy appointment. I have been speaking to a therapist every other week for the last several months as part of my anxiety treatment and I have a lot to talk to her about today. I tell Loki to behave and not get into anything before I head down the hall to the second bedroom where my laptop is set up.

After starting up my laptop and getting the browser opened and loaded, I go to the website where I need to log in for my therapy sessions. One good thing- depending on how you look at it- of the pandemic is that virtual therapy sessions are now more common and acceptable than having to go into an office for face to face sessions. And with my SCW career, it actually helps me out in the long run, in case we are ever on the road.

After a few moments, I see the little dots at the bottom of the screen indicating that my therapist is joining the session. It takes a few seconds but the screen finally loads and she’s looking into her own camera with a smile. “Hello hello, Bobbie. How is everything going today?” It’s her typical greeting as we start our sessions and I wave into the camera, returning the smile.

“Hey hey! Not too bad today. I literally just got back inside from taking Loki for his mid-morning walk.”  I reply, adjusting my position in my computer chair. I hear the sound of Loki’s tags clinking on his collar, wondering quietly what is he doing out in the other room.

“You seem to be in good spirits today.” She says, and I nod. She sits back in her chair, waiting for me to start talking before she even has to ask any questions. The truth is, I’m excited to let her know that I’m returning to SCW again. I’m not sure how she will feel about it, considering everything we have discussed over the last few months, but I need this.

“Well,” I begin, taking in a deep breath. She raises her eyebrows for a quick moment, quietly anticipating whatever it is that I am going to tell her. I place both of my palms on the desk on either side of my laptop and just spill the beans. “I signed a new contract with SCW. I’m officially back to competitive wrestling and my first match is this weekend!” I can’t hide my excitement as I clap a few times.

She takes a few moments to process what I have told her, nodding slowly and taking down a few notes. I’m not sure what to expect her to say, and as I wait for her to respond, I can sense Piper trying to creep out of the shadows to bring my excitement down. My therapist(who I don’t call by her name usually) finally responds. “And how are you feeling about that, Bobbie? Do you feel ready? Because I know we have discussed your struggles with SCW in the past.”

I take a deep breath, trying to keep Piper at bay for now and sit back in my chair but keeping my posture up. I know she is trying to be sure that I’m not going to let my anxiety…Piper…spiral out of control again, so I need to put her concerns to rest. “I’m feeling great, honestly.” I answer, truly excited and with no regrets. “I feel like I’ve finally got Piper under control, and if she tries to bring me down, I’ll just do what I have been doing and tell the bitch to pipe down! It won’t be easy, but I’m up for the challenge, and I really want this. I’ve always loved wrestling in SCW and I don’t think I will be ready to call it quits for good until I’ve achieved something to show for it.”

She nods, letting me speak for as long as I need to, but I take a break and give her a chance to say something in return. “So you still think your success in SCW is based on whether or not you win a title?”

“No. That’s not what I’m saying.” I correct her quickly. True, that is how I felt before, because I thought you couldn’t truly be successful if you didn’t become some form of champion, but I know how wrong that thinking can be. Although most people in SCW would argue otherwise. “It’s just a goal I have for myself, but I am not going to let myself get discouraged if it takes a little bit of time to get there. I’ll basically be starting from the bottom again anyway, so I have a lot of work to do, but my success in SCW is based on me being the absolute best that I can be. The absolute best that I know that I am.”

She nods again, once again taking a few notes down. It doesn’t even bother me anymore, because I know she is just doing her job and also trying to help me in my battle with anxiety. “This is all ultimately your decision, and you sound pretty confident which is a big change from the past few months. You just need to make sure that should you start to feel your anxiety growing, you remember your coping techniques.”

So throwing other women around the ring isn’t a good coping technique? Yeah, I better not say that out loud because I know she wouldn’t agree with that or find it as funny as I do. I know what she is referring to, and I know what I have to do. “So tell me about your match this weekend? And what does Artie think?” She quickly adds before I can say anything else. Artie is out running a few errands as he generally tries to be out of the house when he knows I have a counseling session.

“Well, Artie has had his concerns too, like you.” I reply. And it’s true. He’s always been supportive, but the last few months he has been extra protective and watchful of me. “He’s always been my biggest supporter in SCW and tried to get me to see what he saw in me, but because Piper was always in the back of my mind, putting me down and trying to keep my self-esteem and self-confidence as low as possible, I couldn’t exactly see what he saw in me. But now I do, and he’s supporting me as always. Plus, he’s my manager.” I know she doesn’t fully understand everything about SCW so I will try and keep most of the details about that to a minimum.

“As for my match this weekend,” I start, taking in another deeping breath. “I’ll be facing someone else who is just coming back to the active roster. She’s been out longer than I have, because…well…she’s just been out longer than I have.”

I’m hoping she doesn’t notice my hesitation, but unfortunately she does. “Because what? Why has she been out longer than you?” I think she already has an idea, but the whole point of these sessions is for me to talk and work out anything that is bothering me and holding me back.

“She had a baby a few months ago.” I finally say. My therapist slowly nods, but she waits to write anything down on her notepad. I’m not completely ready to get into this subject, because once again I can sense Piper just dying to start spewing out her negativity to bring me down further. And that is not something I need right now if I want to stand a chance against Bella Madison.

“I can see why that might be a bit of a trigger for you, Bobbie.” She replies. If I’m honest, I’ve never been a big fan of the word “trigger,” even though I know why it is used. Especially in this case. Because certain things about Bella Madison’s life are a trigger for Piper to chime in.

“It’s really not a big deal,” I’m kind of lying when I say this, but I want it to be true. “The whole children topic hasn’t been something Artie and I have discussed too much anyway. And as much as I sometimes get baby fever and want Artie and I to try for a baby, I don’t think it’s in the cards for us. Besides, Loki is more than enough work for us.” I laugh, and she lets out a chuckle of her own.

“Something tells me there is more to this subject than you are leading on, but we’ll dive a little deeper into that in your next session.” She might have a point, but again, I can’t get into it too much right now. I have a lot of work to do to prepare for Bella Madison, and if I start to feel sorry for myself for any reason, that is just letting Piper win yet another battle. And I refuse to let that happen.

“I’m more worried about putting on a good match this weekend, honestly.” I say, avoiding anymore talk about babies. “And I’m sure Bella is, too. We’re both going to be a little rusty, probably, but that doesn’t mean I’m underestimating her at all.”

“And what if this Bella woman wins? How will you feel about that?” I know what she is getting at by asking this question, and of course it’s something I have thought about.

“It won’t be a big deal, either.” I say with a shrug of my shoulders. “Do I want to win? Sure. But I’ll dust myself off and keep working at it, because I have to. I can’t let one loss ruin it for me, and I don’t intend to let it either. Piper will definitely try and let it drag me down, but it’s not going to work.” Just as I finish this, her alarm goes off, signaling it is the end of our 45 minute session. It sure does go by pretty fast.

“I hope you keep up this great attitude, because you’ve really come a long way. We’ll talk more about your match, as well as diving into some other things in our next session. Until then, just keep focusing on your coping mechanisms, and I’m sure it will help you achieve the goals you have been setting for yourself.” She says.

We discuss the available appointment times for my next session before she pencils it into her calendar. I process everything she has said and start thinking of a plan in my mind. I have less than a week to prepare for Bella Madison, and after that my ultimate goal. The woman I am determined to face sooner rather than later, because I have unfinished business with her.

Alexandra Calaway…and her Bombshell Roulette Championship.


Here we are. We’re down to the wire and my upcoming match against Bella Madison on Sunday. But before that all goes down, I have a confession to make, and to some it may come as a surprise. Others, not so much because as much as I tried to make it look otherwise, I know I didn’t always do the best at hiding the fact that I haven’t always believed in myself. Sure, outwardly I tried to show off as being carefree and wanting to have fun all the time. I always flirted with all the hunky guys and just pretended I didn’t care about what other people thought, but the truth is…

I did care. I cared more about what people thought because the fact is that my anxiety was the one running the show and making me worry about what other people thought. The entire time I was wrestling in the ring, or being a goofball backstage, Piper was racing through my mind telling me I was an embarrassment, and causing me to question everything about what I was doing in SCW anyway. If I couldn’t win the matches that really mattered, why was I here? Why was I constantly flirting with all the hunky guys if I was already engaged to Artie and that was all that mattered? What was I doing, really? What if Artie got tired of my antics and left me?

So many questions every single day. So many “what ifs”, and I never really had any good answers. Not that I needed them. What I needed was to not second guess myself all the damn time and ignore bitchy Piper more than I listened to her. I know you all probably think I’m crazy for naming my anxiety, but let me try and explain why I did it. It’s not to give the anxiety more power or anything. Quite the opposite. It’s to separate her from myself and show that it’s only a part of me and not who I am.

Besides, a lot of people do it, so I figured why not. So don’t judge me if I randomly shout PIPE DOWN PIPER somewhere, because chances are, the bitch is driving me crazy and it just makes me giggle saying that. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if I had to shout it a few times in the ring on Sunday, because as excited as I am to get back in the ring, I’m also slightly nervous. I just have to tell myself I can do this.

I guess I should get to the point and start addressing Bella directly, shouldn’t I? I mean, I am facing her on Sunday and not myself so she is who I should be focusing on. Welcome back, Bella! Major props to you for getting back to the ring so soon after having the spawn of Malachi. Not many people can bounce back that fast, let alone take care of a child who is half Malachi at home AND being married to Malachi, too! Please don’t take offense to that, because I mean it with all due respect!

I don’t know about you, Bella, but I’m actually looking forward to this match. Either my memory is really horrible, or I think this is the first time we are facing each other? I could be wrong, and hell, I probably am, but if I am, we at least haven’t faced each other in a long time anyway. You’ve done well for yourself during your time in SCW, being a former Mixed Tag Champion and all. I have no doubt in my mind that now that you’re back, you’ll be looking to add more gold to your resume. And I say good for you.

But…so am I, Bella. I don’t know for sure what your short or long term goals are, and I am sure we will all find out either on Sunday or as the weeks go by, but I plan to let my first goal be known on Sunday, and it all starts with this match against you. I know this is usually the part of a promo where people throw insults and anything and everything negative they can think of about their opponent, but I’m not going to do that, because I can’t. As confident as I am in going up against you, I also know that I simply can’t take you lightly. I know the people you run with. I know your family legacy, and I’d be a fool to let myself get too confident because when it all boils down to it, I could fail.

Do I want to? Absolutely not, but I’m not going to lie and guarantee that it won’t happen. You’re looking to bounce back physically after having a baby. Me? I’m looking to bounce back mentally, because I’ve been on my own roller coaster ride the last few months, but I’m more determined than I’ve ever been before. My head is clearer than it has ever been before, and I hope you don’t underestimate me, either, Bella. I know people will be saying you’re at a disadvantage because of the obvious weight difference between us, but what you lack in size, you easily make up for in speed, and that is something I can not ignore.

And who knows? The winner of this match could put our names on the radar for something bigger going forward, even though we’re both just returning to SCW. We may just be returning, but we’re no strangers to SCW so Mark Ward and Christian Underwood aren’t going to ignore that, right? Well, let’s show them that they shouldn’t ignore us anyway. The main event of the night is the Bombshell World Championship match, but let’s show everyone watching that WE can be main event caliber, too! Let’s set the bar high, because I’m ready to not only put the Bombshell roster back on notice, but everyone in SCW if I’m being honest.

Let’s tear the house down, because Bobbie and Bella are back in business and things are looking way way up!

See you on Sunday, Bella. May the best Bombshell win!! 

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Climax Control Archives / Versus Mercedes
« on: May 26, 2023, 07:51:08 PM »
(OOC: Sorry for the lackluster showing. I had more planned, but wasn’t feeling good today. Trying not to make this a habit, but also trying to get a story started so I don’t struggle going forward)

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Monday May 22nd, 2023

Well it’s been a hot minute since I’ve taken the time to sit down and actually write in this journal. That is probably a mistake on my part, because I’m not gonna lie, but the last few weeks have been a bit of a struggle. A lot more than recently and as much as I hate to admit it, I think Artie may be starting to catch on. He won’t come out and say it, but my Artie is not stupid. He knows when something is up, and I know that he can tell that I’m not one hundred percent myself.

I really thought Jack and I would make it to the finals and then eventually win the tournament. Even though Jack didn’t particularly like me or having to team with me, I thought we did pretty great at fighting through those differences. We counted on each other, and while Jack did his part, I guess I didn’t hold up my end of the team, because in the end I was the reason we lost. It was always going to end that way I suppose, right? After all, Jack is the former World Champion and current Internet Champion. Everyone knows he can handle his side of things.

I let him down and I let myself down. I’m not going to deny it. But, even though Jack didn’t move on to get that World Championship shot that he wanted, he still moved on to defend his championship and retain it. He had nothing to lose. And what happened to me? I decided to stick around in SCW and try and give it another go and so far…not off to a great start.

I went on to face Seleana at Into The Void, but again…it didn’t go my way. I just…wasn’t myself. I barely showed up, and Artie even knew it. I tried so hard after Jack and I lost to bounce back and not let it bother me, but it just hit me hard and I could not focus. Imagine that! Bobbie Dahl couldn’t focus! I don’t even fully understand it, but I gotta do something to nip this in the bud and quick, because otherwise, what the hell am I even doing here, right?

After Jack and I lost, I could have just packed our bags and called it quits again, but honestly, after going back home, what would I have done? Not a whole lot other than take care of Loki. I don’t know what it is, but I always get sucked back into SCW one way or another. I just hope this time, the inevitable disappointment doesn’t completely break me. Because it won’t be pretty.

But I have a chance to turn things around this week. After facing, and losing to Seleana, now I’m being put up against Mercedes. Talk about a big challenge. One I probably don’t even deserve. Unless this is a test.

That’s it! This is a test!

They’re waiting for me to fail again. Expecting me to. And what better way than to put me up against someone as accomplished as Mercedes. I mean a loss to her should be no big deal right? But a win against her on the other hand would be big. I would look better in their eyes. Worth the investment of the contract they extended to me.

No matter the reason, I’ve gotta get my head in the game and get over this funk I’m in, because if not, I’m only going to continue losing. And I’m going to continue looking like a bigger fool than I already am. I have to make this time different! I can’t be such a failure this time because how can I expect anyone to take me seriously if all I do is lose?

I’ll figure it out, I’m sure. I’ll find a way.

Somehow…
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Climax Control Archives / Bring On The Ghosts!!
« on: April 21, 2023, 04:12:18 PM »
As a young child and even into her early teen years, Bobbie Dahl was never much into stories of haunting and mysterious disappearances or anything of the supernatural sort. Even though she was very outgoing and carefree about just anything, those stories did indeed scare her, even if they were myths or proven to be false. Hell, even the movie The Blair Witch Project had scared her when it first came out! And that is something she hates for anyone to find out because looking back, that movie was dreadful and clearly not true.

But these days? Bobbie is less afraid of those types of stories, or at the possibility of ghostly spiritual encounters. She’s done a lot of growing up and maturing over the years, and as long as you show any fear, that is when things could take a turn. Not to mention, after becoming a fan of the show Supernatural and her beloved Winchester Boys, Sam and Dean, and their Angel protector(?) Cas, she’d simply welcome any spooky situation for a chance to have them come along and save the day. Even though they’re not real.

So when it was announced that everyone would be camping out in haunted woods by order or Mark Ward, she was all too anxious to get to Romania and set up their camping site. Artie, however, was not as thrilled as Bobbie.

Artie: I can’t believe we’re doing this. I’m not gonna be able to get any sleep, because I just know a ghost is going to tickle my feet or something!

The pair are making their way through the woods as Bobbie tries to find the perfect spot to set up camp. Bobbie laughs, and Artie just stays in complete defense mode and he jumps at the sound of every cracking twig or call from a wild animal. He’s also clutching a flashlight in both his hands, clearly ready to use it as a weapon if need be.

Bobbie: Artie, relax! There’s nothing to be afraid of! Tickling your feet is the least of your worries, anyway. That’s just those spirits having a little fun at your expense.

Artie: Or it’s you making me think that a ghost is messing with me. I don’t like this one bit, Bobbie! What if a bad ghost really shows up and tries to harm us?!

Bobbie stops walking suddenly, causing Artie to bump into her in the process. She turns around and places both her hands on Artie’s shoulders, remaining much calmer than her man.

Bobbie: Nothing is gonna happen! Besides, if it does, The Winchester boys always come to the rescue!

Artie: Bobbie, Supernatural was a TV show. None of it was real. And besides, even if it was, you saw how the show ended.

Bobbie’s expression quickly sours.

Bobbie: Well THANKS for reminding me of that, Artie! But a girl can still dream, can’t she?! Ok..looks like this is a good spot to set up camp!

Artie looks around, even more nervous than he was before. He shakes his head and wants to continue searching for a better spot.

Artie: Here?! No. No way! We’re in the middle of the woods and no one else is around. Let’s just keep walking until we find some other SCW people to camp by.

Bobbie drops all of her gear in the ground and crouches down as she begins going through their equipment bag. She clearly ignores Artie’s pleas for a better camping spot. But to Bobbie, this is the perfect spot.

Bobbie: Nonsense! This is a great spot! Jack should be along later so we’ll have a camping buddy and you won’t have to worry. The more you show fear, Artie, the more likely we are to actually—

Artie: AHHH! SOMETHING JUST POKED ME!

Artie jumps forward, practically cowering behind Bobbie and she laughs again. She starts spreading the tent prices around, trying to put them in order for easy set up. As she begins assembling the tent, and enlists Artie’s help, a little while later they hear footsteps coming through the woods. Artie braces for a spooky encounter, but Bobbie just waits for whoever is heading their way. Once they are in view, Bobbie’s face lights up, as it’s none other than her partner, Jack Washington, angrily toting his camping gear.

Bobbie: JACK! YOU MADE IT!!

Jack let’s put a sigh and grumbles under his breath.

Jack: Yeah, unfortunately. This whole camping thing is ridiculous.

Jack is about to continue walking to find a better camping spot, but Bobbie stops him.

Bobbie: Where are you going?!

Jack: I’m going to find a spot to put up my damn tent. You two have fun with that mess you’ve got going on.

Bobbie: There’s plenty of room for you to pitch your tent right next to ours! Yeah, I know what I said and I’m not taking it back!

Jack looks around and shakes his head.

Jack: Screw that. I’m not camping right here. I was told there’s a better area up ahead, so that’s where I’m going. You two want to stay here, that’s on you.

Artie: See, even he doesn’t like it. Let’s just go with him!

Bobbie: Ya’ll are a bunch of pussies! Scared of a few ghosts and wild animals that probably won’t even show up! Can’t we just make the best of this and have a good camping trip before we win our semi-final match on Sunday!!

Jack just shakes his head, wanting no part of it and he can tell that Artie doesn’t either.

Jack Look, I get that you picked up the win for the team in our last match so…good job. But us being buddy buddy outside of the ring, still isn’t happening. I don’t know why you picked this shithole spot for camping, but hey, that’s your reason. I’m not getting sucked into whatever crap you want to do the next few days, so I’m going to—

Before he can finish what he was saying, Bobbie snatches his equipment bag out of his grasp! Jack’s jaw drops and he glares at her, and Artie backs up nervously.

Jack: What the hell are you doing? Give me my stuff back! Now!

Bobbie: Nope! There’s nothing wrong with camping in this spot with us and bonding for a few days! It gives us a chance to talk strategy for our match against Calvin and Dawn, because lord knows we’re gonna need some good strategy!

Jack: You might, but I sure as hell don’t. I can handle Calvin Harris just fine, and honestly, I’m sure you can handle Dawn, too. We won’t need any strategy other than what I’ve been saying all along. Don’t screw up, and we’ll be fine. And then it’s on to the finals and the very last time we have to deal with teaming together.

He tries to get his equipment bag back again, but Bobbie backs up and keeps the bag from him. She refuses to give in.

Bobbie: You are so stubborn, I swear!! Look, I promise I won’t be super annoying while we’re camping out. Just do me this one last solid, and I won’t ask you for anything else everrrrr again. I promise!!

Jack actually lets out a laugh and shakes his head.

Jack: Yeah, like I believe that for a second. You say that and next week it’ll be on to the next annoying stunt to try to get me to be best friends with you. Would you just give me my equipment now?

Bobbie: Are you going to set up your tent and camp here with me and Artie?

Jack stares at Bobbie, even more annoyed. He wants to snatch the bag right back, but knows he probably couldn’t even if he tried. There was simply no getting out of this. He would have to deal with it and get it over with.

Jack: FINE! Just give me my damn bag so I can set up my tent.

Bobbie squeals in delight and then happily hands Jack his bag. He snatches it away, and then drops it on the ground to begin going through everything he needs to set up his tent. Bobbie and Artie get back to their own tent just feet away from him, and Jack continues to shake his head and mumble under his breath. At least this was for a few days, he thought. What’s the worst that could happen?

Later that night…

Bobbie and Artie are sitting around their campfire. Artie is still looking around nervously, as the entire atmosphere has grown more eerie than earlier in the day. Bobbie, however, is happily roasting marshmallows to make s’mores and is singing various campfire songs. Jack? He’s already got himself holed away in his tent, refusing to come out. And wishing he had ear plugs.

Bobbie: JACK! S’mores will be ready soon! Get your butt out of that tent!!

Jack: OH MY GOD WHY DID I AGREE TO THIS?!

Bobbie gets up and walks over to Jack’s tent, attempting to let herself inside, leaving Artie by himself by the fire. Unbeknownst to either of them, a shadowy figure is slowly approaching their campsite, getting closer and closer to Artie. It suddenly wooshes past him and he leaps up with a high pitched scream and runs off!</>

Artie: AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

As Artie runs off into the woods, Bobbie jumps up and rolls her eyes.

Bobbie: Artie! Smart idea running away from a ghost and going further into the woods at night!  COME ON YA SCAREDY CAT!

And with that, Bobbie has no choice but to rush off and try and find Artie, saving him from getting into more trouble. This gives Jack at least a few minutes of peace and quiet, which he welcomes whole heartedly.

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Woooooweeee! We did it again! We made it past round two and beat Bane-O-Mac(sorry, had to!) and Laura Phoenix! And the best part?! I SCORED THE PIN! I didn’t fail! I didn’t lose it for our team, so I can at least shove that in Jack’s face. Although, I have a pair of something else I’d rather…NEVERMIND! Focus, Bobbie, focus!

So we’re moving on to round three- the semi-finals! And let me tell ya, it’s not getting any easier! Though, it’s not supposed to, is it? Because the other three teams still in this have also made it this far, and they’re just as hungry for that spot in the finals that to lose now…well, it may feel worse than losing in the first round. Maybe just my opinion, but maybe I’m wrong, too! Either way, the closer we get to the finals, the more nervous and anxious I’m getting because it just feels so…REAL!

Jack is starting to open up…a little. He’s definitely more trusting having me as his partner, but I can feel that deep down, he’s still waiting for me to drop the ball. He’s still waiting for me to be the reason we don’t make it to the finals and then win the whole thing. And I get it. I’m more outgoing than he is. I’m carefree and try to see the fun in everything. He thinks that’s a bad thing and maybe to a point, it is. But…it also softens the blow a bit.

What blow? The blow for IF we do lose. That heartsinking moment that we’ll feel when our opponents hands are raised and we’re sitting there…defeated. Now I’m not saying that will happen or that I want it to happen, but I just like to be prepared! Jack will probably ring my neck when he finds out I said that, but come on…ya gotta admit it’s not a bad idea! We can’t win them all!

But we reallllllllly want to, anyway! Which is why when I saw who our third round match was against, my jaw hit the floor. I really wasn’t prepared for this. I mean, it’s not J2H and Devona, sure. But it’s the next worst anyway. Calvin Harris and Dawn Warren! Well…worst possible at least with HALF of the team. Because Calvin Harris is a former champ and despite my feelings about the guy, he’s one tough cookie! I know Jack will be confident that he can beat him, because he already has, but Calvin isn’t about to let him do it again. At least not without one hell of a fight!

I’m gonna be honest here. I don’t like Calvin Harris. I’ve never interacted with him, no, but I know enough from the SCW history books to have a bad bad taste in my mouth when it comes to guys like Harris. Sure, he MAY be different from the last times he was in SCW and may say he’s changed and blah blah blah, but come on. A cheetah doesn’t change its spots! Or something like that. Given the right circumstances, Calvin will do exactly what he did before, so I don’t trust him. He MAY get his hands on the World Title eventually, but what about when he loses? And on the first defense?

Waaaaaahmbulance! He’ll piss and moan and leave like he always does! It’s a wonder why he was even let back in the first place, but hey…like I said. Maybe he has changed. Regardless, that is why Jack HAS to beat him. To stop him and Dawn from getting to the finals and THAT much closer to a World Title opportunity. Which…isn’t he related to the guy currently holding the title anyway? Weird, but what do I know! I don’t need to worry about him too much because I can’t fight him anyway(thankfully!) Nope, my job is to solely focus on his tag team partner…Dawn Warren!

Ok, ok, ok. Let me get this straight. This woman…can I even call her that?! Anyway, this woman calls herself “The Pink Puppy.” Seriously?! Look, I know I’m a bit out there myself and have done and said some crazy things but come onnnnnn, honey! Get a freaking grip! How old are you, anyway?! Five?! Wait…is this match going to be legal? I’m not gonna be arrested for child abuse or something, am I? Because I seriously think this chick is a child in a grown woman’s body or something! She’s certifiable!

Then again, just take a look at her family and who she’s connected to! They’re all nuts! Especially that brother of hers! He’s the biggest whack job of all! So naturally the sister turns out to be a bit of a loose noodle too. But really, I shouldn’t be mean about this. Clearly the girl wants to make a name for herself and not be looked at in a negative light like the rest of her family, so I get it. I totally get it!

But Dawn, honey, you’re going about it the wrong way. Look there’s nothing wrong with being positive and upbeat ya know?! Ya just gotta…tone it down sometimes? Running around calling yourself the pink puppy and barking like a dog and what not…makes ya look CRAZY! You can be a dog lover all ya want. Hell, I am too. I love my baby Loki more than anything. But, there’s a fine line between loving my dog and parading around calling myself a dog! They do have conventions for that sorta fetish, ya know. Furry conventions?

Annnnyyyywayyy!

Look, Dawn, I get it! Ya want to be seen as a serious threat on this roster! What better way to do it than to win the Blast From The Past Tournament and go on to get that World Bombshell Championship match. Maybe win it, if you’re lucky. But, honey, ya got a long way to go before that! You and Calvin may be a threat, but I think everyone knows that he’s the real threat of your team. You’re just along for the ride while it lasts! If you’re anything like your family, you’ll be so inconsistent, not a single person will take you seriously or ever consider you a threat!

But, I’m gonna hope for the best here. I’m gonna walk into this match, expecting you to give it one hundred percent, because I’d expect nothing less in a tournament of this magnitude. Don’t just sit back and let your partner do all the work, because that just ain’t fair to him. And that’s coming from someone who just doesn’t like him anyway! Your family likes to do a whole lot of talking and then…well, disappoints.

So what am I gonna see this week, Dawn? Am I gonna get a rookie who holds back and lets her partner handle most of the workload hoping it will get them to the finals and then maybe the win? Orrrrrr…am I gonna get the hungry rising star you think you are, desperate to prove yourself to everyone watching?! I’ve been where you are, Dawn. Hell, in some ways I still am. I’m not a rookie anymore, but I’ve yet to truly achieve everything I was hoping to achieve when I first started out in this company and in this business!

But I’m determined-not desperate-to prove myself. I’m fighting tooth and nail to prove that I’m not a joke and I’m not a failure, and the further I get along with this tournament, the closer I am to finally achieving success! And the crazy part?! I didn’t even sign myself up for this tournament! It wasn’t even on my radar, but I guess I needed a little nudge to get me going, and now that I’m here…I’m not ready to stop!

You picked the wrong year to enter this tournament, Dawn. Because I’m not giving up. I’m not accepting defeat! Especially not when Jack and I are THIS close to the finals and me getting one of the biggest wins of my career so far! I’ve never been more determined in my life, and the fact that I’ve been put up against three women so far who are new to SCW is making me even more determined because this is MY year to shine!

It’s nothing personal, Dawn. I really do hope one day you prove that you are MUCH different and more SANE than your family. And I hope you taste a bit of success. But as of right now? As long as I have anything to say about it…

That ain’t gonna happen. 2023 Blast From The Past Winners are gonna be Bobbie Dahl and Jack Washington. Team…I STILL CAN’T FIGURE OUT A GOSH DAMN TEAM NAME!!!

Ah well…ya’ll get the point. We’ll have a team name soon enough, but either way. BOBBIE AND JACK FOR THE WIN!!

Toodles!!

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Climax Control Archives / Bobbie Dahl- Streetwalker!
« on: April 07, 2023, 06:14:03 PM »
(The following is another excerpt from the journal of Bobbie Dahl)

Sunday March 27th

Well, we did it! Jack and I won our first round match against Alexander Raven and Alexandra Callaway. I didn’t score the pinfall, so Jack is the new Internet Champion, and I’m pretty excited for him. I’m not going to be upset over not getting the win, because in the end, I think we both did pretty well during the match. I’m sure Jack isn’t happy with me over a few things, but he’ll get over it. He just doesn’t understand WHY I have to do certain things that I do. Why I have to act a certain way. Nobody really does.

First off…Jack’s booty? Niiiiiiiiice! I mean, I knew the man had a nice backside, but there’s no better proof then actually getting a nice feel for it firsthand. And I only did it to get him to try and…loosen up a bit. I understand he wants me to take this seriously, but if anything, HE needs to lighten up and have a little fun sometimes. Maybe then he’d understand. But maybe not.

He said it himself. He’s fully expecting me to continue to be what he and apparently everyone else thinks of me…that I’m a joke. And because of that, I’m a failure, and I’m going to be the reason we get eliminated from this tournament. I know I haven’t shown it all that much, but his words have stuck to me pretty hard. And they’re eating at me, because it just hit deep. But I’m doing everything I can to not let it show, and not only that, but to prove him wrong because I have to.

I know outwardly I’m always acting like a complete fool. I’m generally having fun and being boisterous and loud and completely out there. But the thing is, if I let my guard down even one bit, that’s when things will start to go wrong. That’s when people will notice exactly how much I’ve been struggling, and for a while now. No. The fact is that I’m doing just fine, and if I make people laugh in the process, I don’t care. I’d rather make everyone else happy anyway!

I know if people were to find out how much I’ve been struggling, they’ll immediately start pushing me to get help. To get “real” help. Ya know…THERAPY. I know they’ll try it. They’ll say it will help and there is nothing to be ashamed of and blah, blah, blah. And I get it. Some people genuinely need it and it does work. But, it’s not always needed! It’s not always helpful! I’ve got all the help I need with my pen and paper here. My journal that doesn’t talk back or pass any judgement.

Journaling may not be a replacement for therapy, but there is something about it that is quite…cathartic. It helps me deal, and as long as I feel it’s helping in some way, I’m going to continue.

Just like I’m going to continue trying to get Jack to smile once in a while! Or get him to laugh! Just get him to not be so…Jack like! We were drawn as partners for a reason, and damn it I’m going to do everything I can to make sure we’re successful. I’d say right now we’re the team to beat in this thing but…

….I’m really praying we don’t have to face J2H and Devona.

Please don’t tell them I said that!

>

There has always been one country second only to Ireland that Bobbie Dahl has wanted to visit. And not because it is just as beautiful and scenic as Ireland, but because of the mysteries it is home to! She might not admit it but she loves a good mystery every now and then and this tour couldn’t be more perfect to get her mystery fix! And Scotland holds the biggest mystery of them all where Bobbie Dahl is concerned!

As was announced, this particular part of Scotland in which SCW is visiting this week is home to the mysterious disappearance of three lighthouse workers. Anytime someone disappears, it makes for quite the story, especially when they leave absolutely no trace of where they went or what happened! Bobbie would be absolutely delighted in doing her own investigation, as she had just two weeks ago with Ogopogo, but the disappearance of three people just isn’t on her radar in Scotland. Nope, she has something much more important to find out, and she is enlisting the help of not only Artie, but her tag team partner, Jack Washington!

If he shows, anyway.

Artie: Bobbie, I don’t think he’s going to show. This isn’t his sort of thing, and you know he’s not exactly happy to be teaming with you.

Bobbie waves off Artie’s statement with an audible pfffft. The two of them are waiting on a local street near where they are staying, obviously waiting for Jack, but he is visibly late. Bobbie continues to look around, hopeful and confident that he will show up.

Bobbie: He’ll show up, Artie! He knows if he doesn’t, he’ll never hear the end of it from me, so he’ll show up. He’s just taking his time, because that is who he is!

Artie: I still can’t believe you’re going to ask him for help with this. As soon as he finds out, if he shows, he’ll turn right back around and leave.

Bobbie is about to respond, but she stops and her face lights up. She jumps up and down and waves as just up the street, Jack Washington is heading towards them! Even from far away you can see him rolling his eyes and instantly regretting bothering to show up and entertain whatever it is Bobbie wants his help with.

Bobbie: See! I told you!

Artie looks somewhat surprised to see Jack show up, but he remains quiet. Jack finally walks up to them and lets out a sigh as he sees Bobbie’s enthusiasm.

Jack: I wouldn’t stay too excited, Bobbie. I can still leave at any time, you know.

Bobbie: Oh, you can, but you won’t! Because if you do, I’ll nevvvvvver shut up about it. And I will bug you until the end of time! Trust me, if you know what’s good—

Jack: Alright! Alright! I get it! You’ll never let me live this down if I don’t help you with whatever you’re doing now. So let’s just get this over with so at least one of us can focus on making sure we get to the finals and win this damn tournament. What is so important that you need my help?

Jack notices the almost embarrassed look on Artie’s face as he shakes his head. Bobbie claps her hands excitedly, but then tries to gather herself.

Bobbie: Okay! Okay! Here it is. There’s a huge mystery to solve, Jack! Like, monumental. Wait…I thought I asked you to wear a kilt?! We’re in Scotland, Jack!

Jack shakes his head, rolling his eyes again. He looks at and points to Artie, noticing he’s not wearing a kilt either.

Jack: First off, you won’t catch me dead wearing a damn kilt, even if you paid me to do it. Second, I don’t see him wearing one, so why are you trying to make me wear one?

Artie nods and cracks a smile, knowing Jack has a point. Bobbie just chuckles.

Bobbie: You both are such spoil sports! I wanted you to wear kilts to help with this mystery!!

Artie: Bobbie, why do you think this is a mystery? It’s more of a…personal preference than anything. And you can’t just try and figure out—

Jack: Would ONE of you please tell me what is going on and quit wasting my time?! I swear, I’m two seconds from walking away.

Bobbie: Isn’t it obvious Jack?! I need your help in answering the biggest Scottish mystery of them all! What men do or don’t wear under their kilts!! I mean, I know what Artie would have worn, but tell me, Jack…what would YOU have worn? Or…not worn?!

Artie closes his eyes and slowly shakes his head. Jack’s jaw drops just slightly and he stares at Bobbie, momentarily speechless, but she waits for him to answer. Jack’s surprise suddenly turns to increasing anger.

Jack: You’ve gotta be kidding me, right?! You think THAT is a mystery that needs solving?! And you think that I’d actually help you?! Oh my God, what is wrong with you?!

Bobbie: What?! It IS a mystery, Jack! Because no one really knows! And everyone is too afraid to actually take the time to find out! But I’m not! I gotta know, so I’m gonna find out!

Jack: And just how the hell do you think you’re going to be able to find out? You think you’re just going to walk up to every Scottish guy on the street, drop down and look up their damn kilt?!

Bobbie stops and thinks for a moment. Jack and Artie both shake their head in disbelief, but Bobbie shakes her head and laughs.

Bobbie: No, of course not! That would make me a pervert and I’m not about to get arrested in Scotland! But your idea is HALF correct. Because I’m going to approach every Scotsman wearing a kilt, and do the next best thing…ASK THEM! It’ll be like a news expose, Jack!

Artie: I tried…I tried to tell her you wouldn’t go along with it. But…when she wants to do something…

Jack: No. Not just no, but HELL no! This…this proves you can’t be serious. About anything. What the hell made you think that I’d go along with this?!

Bobbie: Because it’ll be fun! You need to cut loose and have fun sometimes! Do something different! Think about this opportunity! Imagine this! Bobbie Dahl-Streetwalker!

Jack’s face goes blank, and Artie just…stares. Bobbie has a huge smile on her face, not realizing what she just said, or even how it could possibly come across to…everyone! Bobbie Dahl-Streetwalker?!

Artie: Umm…Bobbie?

Jack turns his full attention to Artie.

Jack: I’ll kick your ass if you try to explain it…

Artie gulps and immediately changes his mind. Bobbie looks confused as she looks back and forth at them, still serious about what she said, and her idea.

Bobbie: What do you think?! I could have my own Netflix special docuseries! Bobbie Dahl-Street—

Jack: I…I…I’ve got nothing…

Jack turns around and starts to walk away. But Bobbie isn’t about to let him get away like that.

Bobbie: Jack! You have to help me! Jack! Jack! JAAAAACK!!!

Jack does his best to ignore her as he continues to walk away, but Bobbie is relentless. Artie stands back for a few seconds then lets out a sigh and shrugs.

Artie: I really should have thought things through before signing her up for this tournament. She realllllly knows how to make me pay for it…

And with that, Artie slowly follows in the direction Bobbie and Jack went, terrified about how this day will go.

>

Ding! Ding! Ding! Round two! LET’S FIGHT!

I mean…well, I don’t exactly know what I mean. Aside from the fact Jack is the new men’s Internet Champion and we’re now headed into our second round match, that is. I gotta admit, for a while there I wasn’t sure we could do it. Raven and Callaway were two tough cookies to beat, and I’ve never had much luck with this tournament in the past, so it wouldn’t have surprised me if we got knocked out in the first round. Not that I would have minded, because then Artie and I could have packed up and headed back home!

But we did it! Well…Jack did it, I suppose. He’s the one that secured the win and won the Internet Championship in the process. I was just there for the ride, I guess! Hmmm…that could have been a poor choice of words to so many people, but guess what?! I DON’T CARE! I’m making the best out of teaming with Jack, and so far it seems to be working, so to all the doubters(Alexandra Callaway included), SUCK IT! TEAM BOBBIE JACK FOR THE WIN! Yeah, I still need to work on the team name, I think. Because I can do better than that!

Aaaaannnnyyyyway! Where was I? Oh, right! ROUND TWO! I’ve gotta say, any anger or upset feelings I had towards Artie for entering me in this dang tournament are slowly going away, and I think it’s because…I’ve got a really good feeling about this!! Even despite the fact that some of these teams are pretty strong, and probably get along better than Jack and I do, the fact is..we want to win!

Ya hear that Mac and Laura?! Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure the both of you want to win, too, but Jack and I just aren’t gonna let that happen! And Jack ESPECIALLY is not going to let Mac get the pinfall, because that would mean he loses the Internet Championship in the process and on his first defense! Talk about how embarrassing that would be!

Mac, I know you’ve tasted your fair share of success in your time in SCW.  Kudos to you I say for that! I’m not downplaying the challenge that Jack is up against when he steps into the ring against you, but you’re fooling yourself if you think you’re going to walk into the finals of the tournament AGAIN, and not only that but WIN IT AGAIN! You’re good, but not good enough this year, buddy. Oh, and allow me to get off subject of the Blast From The Past for a moment because something has just been BUGGING me the last week and you’re about to hear it.

So you’re a member of this Saviors group, I understand? Ya’ll just shot yourselves in the feet and made yourself out to be a hell of a joke when you asked THE TROLL to be a member of that little club ya got going on! I mean, seriously?! Ya know that’s going to give you guys a BAD image, right?! How or why you’d want to be associated with that slimey little toad is beyond me, but that’s on you guys I suppose! Just know that Jack Washington sure as hell would never do something like that! He’s wayyyyy smarter than that! And to think poor Laura Phoenix has to team with someone associated with him, too!

Laura, Laura, Laura! I guess it’s time I focus on you, honey, right? Considering you’re the one I have to face in the ring anyway. Like my opponent a couple weeks ago, I don’t know too much about you, but at least I’ve got SOMETHING to go on just by your name alone! I mean, you’re Bella Madison’s mom, so there’s that. It should be pretty obvious with as talented as your daughter is, that you’d be just as talented, right?! Well…maybe, but I’m not gonna sit here and bash you or your family. I do find it curious that you threw your name into the mix for this tournament when you’ve been out of action for how many years?!

Unfinished business maybe? Certainly nothing unfinished with SCW because you’ve never been involved with SCW, so if that is the case…what unfinished business?! You’ve got an accomplished career so what more do you need?! And why?! You’ve got a little boy at home so why take yourself away from him to wrestle in a tournament for a company you’ve never even been in?! Your business I suppose, but I’m gonna do you a favor this week anyway. I’m gonna cut your time in the tournament short, that way you can get back to your husband and your son and look forward to becoming a grandma.

Leave this one to me, Laura. You’ve accomplished a lot with your career. You’ve got nothing left to prove. Me, however?! I’m not done yet. I’ve got a hell of a lot left to prove, and I’m not gonna stand back and let a veteran in the business, who has basically been retired, win this tournament and a shot at the title that I’ve been wanting to win for the last several years.

I may be back and forth when it comes to SCW, but I’ve never truly felt…done. I am the one who has unfinished business. I have everything to prove and so much to accomplish, and I plan to do just that! I held my own against Alexandra Callaway two weeks ago, and I’m pretty damn sure I’ll do a hell of a job against you on Sunday. And then once Jack and I beat you and Mac, we can focus on round three and whoever we have to face then!

The odds aren’t stacked against us because we don’t completely mesh, Laura. So don’t make the mistake of thinking that like I’m sure so many others do! If anything, we’re the team everyone should be afraid of! But no one will admit it, I know. They’re probably thinking what Jack sort of already has, and that is that I am a joke and that I’ll be the one to bring this team down. I’ll be the failure!

WRONG!

I won’t let that happen, Laura. I CAN’T let that happen. I’m taking this as seriously as I can, because I have to. If I want to get anywhere near that World Bombshell Championship opportunity, I have to take it seriously. And I have to bring everything I have to the ring against you! Be prepared, Laura, because Bobbie Dahl is on a mission, and that doesn’t bode well for you or Mac on Sunday!

Hell, it doesn’t bode well for everyone else left in this tournament!

Bobbie Dahl- FUTURE WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPION!

Start placing your bets NOW folks! I’m gonna win ya a lot of cash!!

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Climax Control Archives / From The Mind of Bobbie Dahl
« on: March 24, 2023, 06:46:12 PM »
A person’s mental health is nothing to take lightly, yet there is an undeniable stigma surrounding it. There are probably more people who have some form of mental illness than we truly know, because despite a wealth of knowledge these days, it still seems almost taboo to admit it. Even someone who seems happy as can be and one hundred percent care-free can be hiding their unhappiness.

Someone like…Bobbie Dahl. Yes, Bobbie Dahl. The plus-sized Bombshell that, despite her size and the insults she can be subject to, has always come across as happy in her own skin, and confident in everything she does. She’s loud. Boisterous. Outgoing. And flirtatious with almost every man she comes across, despite being engaged to her long time love, Artie.

But what many people don’t know about, is the inner battle that Bobbie fights every single day. The war she has been on with her mental health for many years, but is too afraid to say anything. And why? Because she doesn’t want people to look at her differently. She doesn’t want people to pity her or to feel sorry for her, because she’s fighting this battle the best she can. Silently, yes, but it has worked for this long so she found no problem with it…yet. And she’s found an outlet to help her along the way. Writing daily entries in a journal.

Yes, there is something so calming about writing all of your daily thoughts down. Even if no one knows you’re doing it…


Sunday March 12th, 2023

Here we go again. I am now finding myself thrown right back into competitive action in SCW, and it wasn’t even my decision! I love Artie to bits, but he didn’t even ask me if I was interested in entering this Blast From The Past tournament this year. He didn’t give me a chance to even discuss it or think it over. Nope! Instead he just played the manager card and signed me up! And then he didn’t even tell me about it right away!

I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been writing in my journals for, but I do know that I’ve mentioned my time…er, times…I’m SCW a fair few times. I’ve been in and out of SCW more times than I can count over the years, but this time I didn’t think I’d really go back. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had a lot of fun with my wrestling career, but I think my lows have definitely outweighed my highs if I’m being honest. And no one seems to see that, or understand!

For a while, I wasn’t really wrestling seriously. I mean…I didn’t care if I won or lost. It was all about having fun, which is honestly how it should be. So many people are only concerned about winning titles all the time, that it becomes almost an obsession. An unhealthy one, because look at what happens when you fail all the time. People start to look at you differently! They start to laugh at you! They think you’re a joke and a failure. So why put yourself through the constant disappointment like that? I tried so hard not to!

But the hunger got to me. Funny how hunger got to me, right? This wasn’t a hunger for food, but hey…I’m Bobbie Dahl! Me and hunger go hand in hand! So, naturally, I started to want what everyone else did. I started to crave winning a title, because I knew how strong I was. Other people believe in me too! They wanted me to be a champion just about as badly as I wanted to be a champion for myself. And, boy, did I try. Repeatedly. Even after the losses, I tried to keep face and not let the disappointment show. Sometimes I failed in that regard. But who wouldn’t?

The thing is, after so many failed attempts, I couldn’t keep trying. It wasn’t fun to me anymore,and it was becoming harder and harder to keep my carefree Bobbie Dahl face. I didn’t want people to know that I was losing faith in myself. I couldn’t let them see that! I still can’t. So, yeah, when I found out that Artie had entered me into this tournament, I freaked out. I know this isn’t a singles tournament, so my chances are a little higher, but even still. Even IF Jack Washington and I do win…oh, yeah I got JACK WASHINGTON as my partner! I’ll talk about that one later! Anyway, even if we do win, I’d have to fight for the title by myself. And right now…Roxi Johnson is the champion. That is not exactly a fight I fancy my chances in if it were to come down to it. But I guess I should worry about that later, right? Still gotta get through round one!

Which is where we’re off to this week. British Columbia! I don’t know much about our opponents, so I’m gonna have to do a lot of research this week to have an idea of what to expect from them. And the entire time, I’m gonna have to put on a happy and excited face to hide how I’m really feeling about it all. I wish I could talk to Artie about this, but even though he loves me, I know he wouldn’t truly understand and it would only worry him. I don’t want to worry him.

All I need is a pen and this journal and I will be good. I can write my thoughts down and that will help tremendously.

At least…that is what I have to keep telling myself anyway. Until next time faithful journal!

>

The flight from Las Vegas to British Columbia wasn’t a very long one. Just over a few hours, so it was manageable. But even during that time, Artie had managed to doze off and take a bit of a nap. Bobbie would have tried, but from her past experiences in flying anywhere, she’s never been able to sleep much on an airplane. It’s made quite a challenge for flights farther out of the country, but thankfully those are few and far between. Especially these days.

While Artie was snoozing, she was taking the opportunity to write in her journal, because she had a lot on her mind over the last week. Particularly since finding out Artie had entered her in the Blast From The Past tournament. She had time to process it, yes, but it still weighs heavily on her, especially now that they are flying to the show where her first round match is set to take place. Just as she finishes writing her most recent entry, Artie’s eyes open and he rubs the last remnants of sleep from them. Bobbie quickly hides her journal back into her carry-on bag, and Artie just barely notices.

<font color=lightgreen>;Artie: Whatcha doin’?

Bobbie does her best to hide what she had really been doing. As if she was doing something wrong.

Bobbie: Huh? Oh, nothing! Just looking around for a packet of gum or something…

Artie sits up straight in his seat, as he had been slightly hunched over when he was sleeping. He stretches as much as he is able to, and arches one of his eyebrows. He can almost tell Bobbie is lying, but he doesn’t question her on it. He looks out the window, trying to get a glimpse of where they are.

Artie: How long was I asleep?

Bobbie: Oh I dunno. I wasn’t really paying too much attention, but I don’t think it was that long. I hope we’ll be landing soon, because I’m gonna have to pee, and there’s no damn way I’m gonna squeeze into the bathroom on this plane!

Artie chuckles.

Artie: If you have to go, just go. It’s not like you’ll be in there long anyway.

Bobbie: Easy for you to say, Mr. Chicken Legs! I’ll be fine. I still can’t believe we’re even traveling for this tour anyway. Because someone had to go and be all sneaky and sign me up for it. And don’t think I won’t get you back for that, by the way. I don’t know how yet, but I will think of something!

Bobbie sits back in her seat and folds her arms in a pouting manner. She lets out a huff, and Artie shakes his head.

Artie: I know I should have talked to you about it first, but I knew you would find any excuse not to do it, and I don’t get it. You’ll make us travel God knows how long just for a slice of chocolate lava cake at one of the shows, but you don’t even want to get back to wrestling again. I mean, at least if you were wrestling, it would make sense for you to be at the shows. And not just for some cake.

Bobbie turns her head and just stares at Artie, shocked. Even though in her mind, she knew he had a point. But again, she’d never admit it.

Bobbie: That chocolate lava cake is the best damn chocolate lava cake I’ve ever had in my life, I’ll have you know! And besides, I’m not making us travel just for that cake. I do like to see all of our friends, you know! I can show up whether I am wrestling or not.

Artie: I know, but you still won’t explain why you clearly don’t want to wrestle anymore. You’ve always had a lot of fun doing it, and you’re so much better than you used to be, too!

His words were starting to hit deep, and she was doing her best to hide the fact that they were starting to bother her. In her mind, she wasn’t better than she used to be. If she was, she would have been a champion a long time ago, yet she wasn’t. And she still might never be, either. She took in a deep breath and tried to keep her intrusive thoughts at bay.

Bobbie: I don’t need a reason, Artie. It’s just a lot, and you know it. Sure, when SCW is in the Las Vegas area, it’s easier because we wouldn’t have to travel as much, but the touring is where it gets crazy. I mean, my parents are going to be staying at our place to watch Loki while we are gone! You know how much I hate being away from my baby Loki!

She was, of course, referring to their Bernese Mountain Dog, Loki. And he was not, in fact, a baby as she made him out to be. He was well over one hundred twenty pounds and shed another entire dog on a daily basis.

Artie: Loki will be fine. He loves your parents anyway, and we can video chat anytime so he can see us. I think there is something else holding you back. Something you won’t tell me, and it kinda sucks. I thought you told me everything.

There it was. Proof that Artie knew something was going on with Bobbie. How couldn’t he? He was smarter than a lot of people gave him credit for. Even still, something inside Bobbie told her she wasn’t ready to talk to him about her troubles. She just refused to worry him, and in her mind, she thought she had everything under control.

Bobbie: There’s nothing else, Artie! I just didn’t, and still sorta don’t, want to do this anymore!

But she did. She just didn’t want to continue to fail.

Artie: Alright. If you say so. I guess once you see this tournament through, we can go back to doing nothing at home all the time if that is what you would rather do. I just want you to be happy is all.

He shrugged and didn’t say another word. He just turned his head and looked out the window for the remainder of the flight, but his last words were weighing even further on Bobbie’s mind than anything. Maybe she wasn’t doing as good a job at being happy as she thought. Well…she’d just have to do a better more believable job!


The scene opens up on the shores of Lake Okanagan in British Columbia. Home to the legendary mysterious creature, Ogopogo and the reason for SCW’s first stop in the Unsolved Mysteries Tour. Until the tour and the different venues and towns were announced, Bobbie and Artie had never heard of this lake, nor its supposed mystery creature that called the lake home for many years. There had been many sightings of this creature, but nothing concrete as proof of its actual existence has ever been found. And it was now illegal to try and capture Ogopogo as well.

But that wouldn’t stop Bobbie from trying to at least get a glimpse of it! And even with Artie’s protesting, she was going to do everything she could to try and lure Ogopogo out of hiding so she could say she was one of the few to actually see it in person. Her plan, though? To go out on a boat in the middle of the lake and toss various snacks into the water, hoping something would entice the creature into surfacing.

Artie: I don’t know why you think this is going to work, Bobbie. Even the people who have seen this thing don’t know what it eats. And I don’t think crackers, canned corn and chicken livers are going to work.

Indeed as the pair was currently in their little row boat out in the middle of the lake, Bobbie was working on tossing some crushed up crackers all around them, all while keeping a close eye on the water around them. If she was attracting anything with her choice of bait, it was only little fish that were brave enough to come to the surface and snatch up the cracker crumbs.

Bobbie: Well something has to work, Artie! That’s why I have choices! If it’s a meativore, the chicken livers should do the trick! I gotta see this Pongopogostick thing before we leave British Columbia!

Artie chuckled at Bobbie’s serious mispronunciation of Ogopogo. But he didn’t correct her. Nor did he correct her on her use of the non-word meativore.

Artie: Look, all you're doing is attracting fish! They’ll eat everything you’re throwing into the water before Ogopogo could even get to it. Besides, Ogopogo is a myth. Nobody even knows for sure it’s even real, or if it’s even still alive after all these years. Can we just go?

Bobbie: Nope! I’m telling you, we’re gonna see it! We just gotta be quiet or we’ll keep it away.

Artie sighed, but he couldn’t argue with her. She was excited for whatever reason, and he wasn’t about to spoil it by insisting they go back. Eventually she would realize they were not going to catch a sighting of Ogopogo and decide to head back to shore for herself. At least, he hoped so. Once the crackers were gone, Bobbie moved on to the canned corn. The fish were still surrounding the boat and eating whatever Bobbie threw into the water, but she and Artie remained as silent as they could, still hoping to attract Ogopogo. Bobbie couldn’t see in the water behind her, but something much larger than the fish surrounding them had broken the surface several feet away, and Artie’s eyes immediately went wide.

Artie: Uh, Bobbie…

Bobbie: Shhhh! I said we gotta be quiet!

Artie began to point behind her. He couldn’t get a clear view of whatever it was, but he knew it was fairly large as it made its way across the surface of the water, getting closer to them!

Artie: Bobbie, really. You need to–

Bobbie: We’re not going back, Artie! Just give it up! I want to see this thing if it’s the last thing I do! Now would you BE QUIET!

And that did it. Bobbie raising her voice scared the creature enough that it made a huge splash behind her as it went back underwater and out of sight! After hearing the splash, Bobbie quickly turned around and saw the ripples in the water, and her jaw dropped. She then spun back around and looked at Artie. He just shrugged and gave her a look that said it all.

Bobbie: Artie! Was that…?!

Artie: I dunno. It could have been. I didn’t get a good look at it, but it was definitely something big.

Bobbie: WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SOMETHING?!

Artie laughed.

Artie: I tried! You kept shushing me.

Panicked and thinking it will work, Bobbie begins slapping the surface of the water with her hand, thinking it will get Ogopogo to come back. If it was in fact Ogopogo and not some other animal. Artie shakes his head and making the decision for them, He grabs a hold of the oars and begins rowing them back to shore.


Bobbie: What are you doing?! We’re not going back! You saw it, which means I will see it too! Put the oars down, Artie!

Artie: Bobbie, I don’t know what I saw! And we’re not staying out her any longer. We’ve been out here for two hours already.

Bobbie wanted nothing more than to protest, but she just let out a huff and folded her arms as Artie continued to row them back to shore. All she wanted was to catch sight of Ogopogo and snap as clear a picture as she could, but it just wasn’t meant to be. At least Artie saw it. Once they made it back to shore and were getting the boat out of the water, off in the distance near where they had been just a short while ago, the creature had once again resurfaced and was slithering its way across the water once again.

And Bobbie never turned around…


Welp…it’s that time again! A time I’d never thought I’d have to see again. That’s right…it’s PROMO TIME! Trash talk time. Whatever you want to call it. It’s the time of the week in SCW where you’ve gotta address your opponent and your upcoming match. Or, in my case, my opponents. And my tag team partner! I’ll be honest with ya, I’ve always found this part of the wrestling career the hardest. And it’s always been my least favorite. Yet so many people love it and just…excel at it!

Allow me to explain. You see, there is this expectation about this career where you have to be able to completely bash your opponent. You’ve gotta be able to insult them and get involved in this back and forth war of words, as if that proves what you will be capable of in the ring! I’ve never understood it, but I’ve always done my best. Which, isn’t exactly the best, but I guess it works. Because when it boils down to it, I let my actions in the ring do the talking. But so many others spend so much time just spewing out whatever garbage they can come up with!

I’m probably going to be really rusty at this. I’ve been out of SCW for like two years now, and I haven’t exactly kept sharp with my words. At least not in this regard. If it had been my choice, I wouldn’t even be here, but I’m not going to just screw Jack Washington like that…Oh…poor choice of words, but you get what I mean! He’s relying on me just as much as I am relying on him in this tournament, so I’m not going to leave him high and dry like that!

Again…poor choice of words?

Anywho…I’m gonna be honest here. I don’t know much of anything about our opponents this week. Other than the fact they have basically the same first name, I’m pretty clueless, so how exactly can I talk about someone, if I don’t know anything about them or what to expect here?! Oh…right. RESEARCH! There’s a thing called RESEARCH your opponent to learn more. Alright…that bit might have worked where Alexander Raven is concerned because he is a current SCW superstar. And not only that…he’s the Internet Champion, too! Yikes…I’m a little nervous about mine and Jack’s chances now. And to think, if Jack pins Raven, he wins the title!

I know Jack can do it! He’s a former World Heavyweight Champion after all! I’ve heard a lot of people talk about how impressive Alexander Raven is, and has been, but hey, everyone has to lose at some point, right? I mean…he has a couple of times recently if I remember correctly. Hell, he even lost to O’Malley! A guy who was just returning to SCW himself after being away for over a year! Then again, he did get some redemption for that by beating O’Malley before Blaze of Glory, so…I guess maybe O’Malley was just lucky.

I’ve tried to watch Alexander’s promos. And, sure, he’s pretty damn intimidating if you think about it. But…am I the only one who kinda gets lost when listening to this guy talk?! He has a way with words, yeah, but…what does it all even mean?! He’s just using a bunch of big words to make his point and he sounds pretty damn intelligent, but…why?! What is the point?! How can I be scared of this guy if I don’t truly know what he is saying?! Maybe it’s just me. Maybe it’s not. At least I don’t have to worry about facing him in the ring. That’s all left up to Jack, which I have no doubt Jack will bite back even harder with his words. Jack has a way with words like that, so yay partner! You can do it!

But Alexander isn’t the only one in this match, is he? No, there is his tag team partner. The one that I have to worry about and I have to handle in the ring. Alexandra Callaway. I’d say I have my work cut out for me this week, but…do I really? I tried to find something on this chick and couldn’t find much of anything! She’s an SCW outsider, no doubt looking to win this tournament and get taste of SCW gold, but…I don’t see that happening. Jack and I may not be the ones to stop her and Raven, but…if there is one thing I know it’s that Bombshells in SCW don’t really like outsiders trying to come in and win a prize they fight week after week for.

From what I’ve heard about Alexandra through the grapevine, she’s apparently a big deal in the companies she works for. She’s a champion and a number one contender for a title in another, so she’s gotta be at least somewhat decent, right? I’m sure she is, and just because I don’t know anything about her, doesn’t mean that I’m going to take this any less seriously. If anything, I’m more worried because I don’t know what to expect! I’ve gotta be prepared for anything.

I’m sure Alexandra is just walking into this tournament hoping to add more gold to her growing collection. If that is the case, I already don’t like her. I already don’t respect her, because if there is one thing I couldn’t stand, it’s the title hungry bitches that jump from company to company trying to win as much gold as they can. *coughcrystalhowmanynames?cough* Never mind those of us who have been fighting tooth and nail in just ONE company to make a statement. Whatever reason Alexandra has for entering this tournament, I’m going to do whatever I can to make sure that she doesn’t make it past the first round. I’m going to do what I can to send her packing right back to her other companies, because SCW…is not the place for her.

I know I haven’t exactly been successful in SCW over the years, and that’s fine. People can say what they want about me and what I have or haven’t done in SCW. The fact remains that I’ve always wanted to be the SCW World Bombshell Champion, and I’ve always believe in myself that I can do it! And now I have a chance to earn a guaranteed shot at that title and achieve that goal, but at the same time help Jack Washington in winning a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. Even if Jack doesn’t like me. Well…Jack doesn’t like many people from what I remember, and that’s fine! He’s fine!

No, not wrong choice of words. I said what I said! I just love me a man with a decent set of abs and man oh man…Jack’s got ‘em! But I won’t let that distract me. I need to take this serious, because I’ll be damned if I let people think that I was the reason we didn’t make it past the first round! If there is one thing I know it’s that first round eliminations in any tournament are something you don’t want to have on your record. Nor do you want to be the one that gets pinned!

You all are about to see a different side of Bobbie Dahl starting this Sunday. A girl can have fun, but I’m also taking this seriously who knows…if it actually gets me somewhere, I may just decide to come back to SCW full time! Maybe…possibly. I haven’t decided yet! I’ve gotta focus on the Blast From The Past first. Alexander Raven and Alexandra Callaway are first up for me and Jack. Once we eliminate them?

Well…on to the next challenge! 2023 is MY year! 2023 is the year of Bobbie Dahl!

Take that to the bank!
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17
Supercard Archives / Re: TEAM HERO v BOBBIE DAHL and DANI WESTON
« on: September 10, 2021, 02:19:11 PM »
(OOC: Huge apologies to everyone for my disappointing turnout for this match. Had a lot going on the last few weeks and been distracted. Not to mention, I passed out when I started writing this and didn’t have time to add more that I was planning. I’m so sorry :( )

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Welp! The last few weeks haven’t exactly gone the way I had hoped they would, but not that I was really expecting any different. I know people tried to encourage me and build my hopes up that I actually stood a chance at advancing to the final round of the Internet Title tournament, but my mind just saw reality more than they did I guess. The odds were stacked against me, and in the end...well, it didn’t work out. I let myself get beat by Mercedes and now she’s moving on to face Andrea Hernandez for the title. Bummer, but it is what it is!

The internet title is the least of my worries at the moment, if I’m honest. Violent Conduct is going to be a crazy night not just for me, but my amazing Artie. And right now, my main concern is on Artie, because he’s walking into something that I still don’t understand WHY he’s doing it, but he’s being a stubborn little butthead and I already learned the hard way that there is no way out of this match for him. The match contract against The Troll has already been signed and if he doesn’t wrestle...well....stupid breach of contract!

I should have seen it coming. I should have predicted Artie would snatch that contract out of Fenris’ hand and sign his name, but my reflexes aren’t what they used to be. I was more looking forward to seeing Fen squash The Troll like the cockroach that he is, that Artie shocked the shit outta me, and he’s not even regretting it! He has absolutely no wrestling experience, and even though The Troll hasn’t won a single match, I know he’ll try and take advantage of this and do what he can to hurt my poor Artie. And this “Love Her or Leave Her” bullshit? Ain’t gonna fly with me!

And to add to all the stress and worry for Artie going into this match, I’ve been booked in a tag team match with someone who absolutely HATES me and we’re going up against a cohesive well oiled and legendary tag team which we probably stand no chance against. Seriously...me. Bobbie Dahl. Teaming with Dani Weston. Facing off against Team Hero. What the hell?!

I thought me and Dani settled our differences last year. I thought after our grudge match and the fact that we both beat the crap out of each other had ended it, but I guess I was wrong. She still hates me. And not that I blame her. I was a raging bitch to her. I hurt her, literally. It’s hard to rebuild a bridge that has been burnt to the ground and the foundation left severely damaged. So I know going into this match she doesn’t trust me. And she’d rather be in any other match than this. I get it. I don’t blame her.

And Team Hero...well, they will definitely take full advantage of that. I’m just reallllllly not looking forward to this damn match, or the fallout if and when it doesn’t go in mine and Dani’s favor. THANKS A LOT CANDY! I know you’re real motive behind booking a disaster of a team like me and Dani against your Superhero besties, Team Hero!

BIASED MUCH?!


I don’t know what is happening. Seriously, I don’t. This all just seems so...unreal! I should be focusing on MY training for mine and Dani’s match against Team Hero, but that is the least of my worries. Because right before me and Dani square off against everyone’s favorite wife wife tag team, my precious Artie has to step into the ring against the smelliest piece of garbage to ever step food in SCW- The Troll!

Now, in order for him to stand any chance at all- and I mean that in the most loving way possible, obviously- we’ve gotta give Artie a crash course in anything he can use against The Troll. Not an easy task at all, but with the friends we have, well, it wasn’t too hard to have some volunteers step forward. I appreciate all the offers, but the only person I wanted to help train Artie should be pretty obvious, right?!

”Stop fucking running in circles!” My train of thought suddenly comes to a halt as I hear Fenris yelling...again. Artie has darted out of the ring and is doing what he can to keep a safe distance between him and Fenris, which is of course pissing Fenris off.

”You realize I’ve had no experience wrestling, right?!” Artie bites back, which probably wasn’t a good idea. ”Can’t you go a little easy on me?!”

Artie quickly glances in my direction, clearly annoyed that I would ask Fenris to help with his crash course in wrestling. I just nod at him, encouraging him to get back in the ring, but he’s fully avoiding it. Not that I really blame him. Fenris is being a little...extreme.

”You should have thought about that BEFORE you stole MY damn match! Do you think The Troll is going to take it easy on you in the ring?!” Fenris grips the top rope and is staring down at Artie. I still can’t help but crack and amused smile at Artie’s protective training gear. If only that would help him when he steps into the ring against The Troll. I’m seriously afraid for him, as bad as that may sound of me to admit.

”Fenris, give him a break for a few minutes, will ya!” I finally speak up. I probably shouldn’t have suggested that, because Artie needs all the training time he can get, but I think I need to talk to Fenris for a few minutes first.

Fenris turns around slowly and just...stares at me. ”A break?! He’s spent more time running from me than he has in this damn ring learning anything!”

”I could use a water break…” Artie says sheepishly. Fenris closes his eyes and lets out a frustrated growl.

Before I can add another word, my cell phone starts ringing. I don’t even need to look at it to know who it is calling, because the woman has been blowing up my phone all damn week. And I’ve been ignoring her all damn week. Who am I talking about, exactly?

You know my mother is not going to stop until you answer the phone.” Yep. Artie’s mother. My future mother-in-law. Fenris shakes his head as he exits the ring, reluctantly giving in to the requesting break time and once he does, Artie high tails it to go get some water.

Fenris leans against the ring apron and glares at me with his arms crossed. ”You realize that if he keeps running around in circles and bolting out of the ring like he has been, that he’ll stand absolutely zero fucking chance against The Troll, right?! Quit fucking babying him and let him suffer the consequences of stealing that damn contract!”

My phone stops ringing for the moment and I give Fenris my full attention. ”I’m not babying him! I’m trying to protect him! He signed that damn contract because of me, ya know!”

”No. He didn’t. He signed it because of the fucking Troll and because he wants to defend YOU. If he wants to stand a damn chance then--” Interrupted again. By my phone, again. I close my eyes and let out a sigh. By this time, Fenris is even more annoyed. He walks over and looks down at my phone, seeing that name on the phone screen. ”Oh for fuck’s sake just answer the damn phone and tell her to stop fucking calling!”

I shake my head. I have absolutely no desire to talk to Artie’s mother just yet. ”Yeah, no thanks. You don’t know that woman like I do. I love her and all, but she’s probably more protective of Artie than I am, which says a whole hell of a lot! Look, I don’t want to talk about her right now. I need a favor from you...”

 Fenris raises an eyebrow. ”I thought training Artie was a fucking favor?! What do you need now?!”

I’m about to ask something against my better judgement, but I have no other ideas. The fact is, Artie isn’t the only one who needs help. I do, too. ”Can you...talk to Dani for me?” Aaaaand there it is. Fenris IMMEDIATELY is shaking his head and mumbling something in Icelandic which I’m fairly sure is filled with obscenities, but I guess I deserve it. I shouldn’t have asked, but...I did. Too late to go back now!

”I’m not fucking picking sides in whatever bullshit is between you two! Me talking to her isn’t going to do shit, you know.” He’s not happy. Then again, when is he ever. I’m hoping that maybe Aron is already talking to Dani at the moment, since he’s currently with her, which is why he isn’t here, but knowing Dani, I doubt it.

”I’m not ASKING you to take sides! I just...She hates me! And we’re teaming together against Roxi and Keira! I’m screwed!” He doesn’t want to hear it, judging by the look on his face. But I can’t help it. I want to make amends with Dani, but no matter how hard I try, it doesn’t work.

”Well what the hell did you expect? You re-injured her damn shoulder right when she was going to return to the ring. I’m pretty sure I’d hold a grudge for a while, too.” So much for not taking sides. Though I know he’s right.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Artie slowly approaching the ring again, almost hoping Fenris doesn’t see him. ”I know what’s going to happen. I’m going to lose it for us, and that will make matters even worse. She’ll say what a complete failure I am!”

Fenris growls again and shakes his head. ”You know, this lack of self-confidence shit is really getting tiring coming from you. You need to sort that shit out, and Artie needs to get his ass back in the ring!”

Artie jumps nervously but hurries back inside the ring. I can see him trying his best to stay focused and hopefully learn something, but considering who he’s up against right now? Well, I’m scared for him too!

I know somehow, someway, Artie will be fine. If he can make it thru what happened with Tempest, then Trolly boy shouldn’t be that much of a problem. Me on the other hand? I have no problems going up against Team Hero because they are the best of the best.

I just wish I had a tag team partner who trusted me. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel like I’m about to be the biggest screw up of all time.


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Climax Control Archives / Who Is Bobbie Dahl?: Part One
« on: August 13, 2021, 11:21:08 PM »
Helllooooo SCW Universe! Guess who’s back?! Back again?! Bobbie’s back! Tell your friends! Sorry, I couldn’t help myself for a moment, but yes, I am back! I can’t believe it’s already August, and not only that, but on Sunday I will be walking into just my THIRD match of this year! I’ve taken quite an extended break from wrestling, and I am sure most of you have not only questions, but opinions on that! Well, I’m going to start to explain all of that in just a bit, so bear with me!

Before my match with Tempest at Into The Void IX, I wasn’t even planning on coming back. I was content to just do my own thing, make appearances here and there and live my life without having to be in the ring. But then I came back for a short amount of time to handle business against Tempest, and let me tell ya, that took a lot out of me. Not physically, but...mentally. Okay, maybe physically a little bit too, but DAMN Tempest is no joke. Not that I thought she was or would be, but she was definitely the biggest challenge of my career so far. And I defeated her!

I still don’t know how I walked out of that match with the win. And to be honest, a part of me didn’t really care if I beat her or not, because it was just about proving a point to her, which I’m pretty sure I did. But let me tell you, the entire time I was in the ring with her, I honestly felt like I couldn’t do it! Like no matter what I did, I just couldn’t overpower her and beat her, but somehow I did. And that is when the mental battle REALLY started. After that match.

From the moment I decided to become a professional wrestler, I never once doubted myself or let my confidence falter! I didn’t give a crap what others thought or whether or not they believed in me, because I believed in myself and for the longest time, I was just doing this to have FUN! I was doing something that most other wrestlers these days just don’t do and not letting myself be bothered if my win loss record wasn’t spectacular. But there’s only so long that I could let that go on, ya know!

The more matches I wrestled, the more I started to improve! I got better little by little and with that, my confidence even started to grow more than it already was! I started to not just think of myself as a wrestler, but as a champion. And I wanted to make it happen soooo bad! So I set my sights on first the Bombshell Roulette Championship. Sure, at the time my attitude wasn’t the greatest, because everyone flat out hated me, but regardless of that fact, I believed I could and would become the Bombshell Roulette Champion.

Well...I failed. I don’t know how many times I failed at that, but it doesn’t even matter at this point, because after that, I set my sights a little higher. I thought maybe I was simply better than the Roulette Championship. That I deserved more than that. Sooo….I went after the World Bombshell Championship.

I earned my opportunities at the World Bombshell Championship, but even despite that...no matter how many matches I won in a row, when it all came down to it, I failed to win the World Bombshell Championship. I was just failing at life all together, and around that time, that is when I knew that I had to take a step back, get my attitude straight and fix the mess I had made of my personal life not only with Artie, but with our families, too! And that is just what I did. Because that was, and still is, the most important thing in my life. Without Artie and our families, I’m absolutely nothing.

But other than that, where does that leave me? To this day I’ve still yet to hold any championship gold in SCW, and people are constantly throwing it in my face. And not only that, but now a certain frigid bitch of a Bombshell *coughAndreaHernandezcough* is throwing it in my face that I haven’t wrestled many matches this last year and that my opinion really doesn’t matter. To be honest, she’d probably say the same thing if I’d wrestled non-stop, but I’ll worry about her if and when the time comes.

I could have continued wrestling after my match against Tempest. I could have come back full time and tried to make a real go of things and shaken off my ring rust a little bit more, but I didn’t. If I’m honest, a part of me is still thinking even coming back now isn’t the best idea, but there is someone that pretty much changed my mind, and no it wasn’t Artie. Well, not completely. No, that someone is the World Bombshell Champion, Amber Ryan.

I know, I know. You all probably think I’m nuts, but I won’t lie. I’ve come to sort of consider that woman a friend, despite knowing just what she is capable of. I mean, I did watch that months-long battle she had with Roxi Johnson, and trust me when I say the woman flat out terrifies me! But, something she said to me at Summer XXXtreme IX has stuck with me and it really got me thinking. Shhh...don’t tell her I said that, by the way.

“Maybe just start focusing on being Bobbie Dahl before you worry about whether that's a good or a bad thing.”

I mean, think about it. Focus on being Bobbie Dahl. Focus. On being Bobbie Dahl.

BUT WHO THE HELL AM I?! It’s such a simple question, but one I don’t even have the answer to! I need to focus on being Bobbie Dahl, but I don’t even know who Bobbie Dahl even is at this point in my life! I might be overthinking it, but now that I’ve started contemplating it over and over again, I’m not going to stop until I figure it all out!

I don’t care how long it takes. I don’t care what I have to do, but damn it...I’m going to figure out who I am, because every single person deserves to know who they are and what their life is meant to be. Right?!

Well...this could be one long bumpy ride!


Tuesday July 20th
Las Vegas, Nevada
The Gift...and A Big Decision


Summer XXXtreme was fun! Well, sort of. The show was amazing, as always, and overall the entire week on board the cruise was a blast! I’ll seriously never understand how people can sit back and complain so much about being onboard a cruise ship for an entire week and taking part in all of the fun and festivities that SCW puts on on such a unique show! I mean, really! SCW is the ONLY company I know that actually puts on an entire supershow on board a cruise ship! COME ON! Ya’ll can suck it up and enjoy it for one freaking week instead of being whiny little babies and showing your distaste for the fans who essentially put money in your pockets!

Anywho, I’m quickly getting off track here. Because as much as I could sit here and ramble on and on about everything that happened on Summer XXXtreme, the fact is the show is now in the past. Two days in the past to be exact and it’s time to starting looking forward to the future once again! Me and Artie have been back in Las Vegas, our home away from home as it seems. We’ve talked about it for quite a while, but we still haven’t quite figured out a permanent living situation, and I know my honey is just waiting as patiently as he can. Not to mention, our baby Loki would definitely like a more permanent place to call home, too! For those of you not in the know, Loki is our not so little anymore Bernese Mountain Dog puppy!

We’re hanging out in our hotel room trying to decompress from the entire last week on board the Sun Princess Cruise ship. I’m laying back in bed with the TV remote in hand just channel surfing trying to find something remotely entertaining when I hear the beeping of the lock unlocking and the door opens. Artie walks back inside our hotel room after having gone to get something to drink and filled up the ice bucket. My eyes light up on the screen as a re-run of Supernatural is playing and I set the remote down on the bed next to me.

“Oooh! The Winchester Boys! I loooove those Winchester Boys!” I say excitedly and scooch up a little higher in the bed. I prop a pillow behind my back and watch as Artie sets the ice bucket down on the small table next to the dresser. I avoid the red-wrapped present that is still sitting on the dresser with a vengeance, and Artie turns his attention to me.

“No what you like,” Artie begins and smirks just a little, “is one Winchester in particular and that is Dean. Haven’t you seen this episode a thousand times?” He turns to the television and asks. The episode he is referring to is, of course, my favorite Dean Winchester episode called Yellow Fever.

I grin at Artie and shrug, not even trying to hide the fact that he is right. “Can you really blame me, Artie?! That man is hawwwwt! You know he’s my hall pass!” I nod and Artie lets out another sigh. He chooses not to say anything, but that fact was well agreed upon a long time ago. Not that he has to worry though, because Jensen Ackles is married and not only would he probably NOT go for a girl like me, but I ain’t about to sit back and be a homewrecker like that.

Artie then looks away from the TV and I focus back on the episode, loving every minute of it despite having seen it as many times as I have. Artie has his back turned to me and before I know it, he’s turning back around with that darn trolly present in his hand! And he’s giving me a stern look.

“No, Artie!” I exclaim loudly, and shake my head vehemently. I don’t even want to know what is inside that box, because God only knows when it comes to the Troll! ”We’ve discussed this a thousand times! I told you to throw that thing out! I don’t want it whatever it is!”

He laughs and shakes the box for about the tenth time since it was delivered. ”You’re not the least bit curious, Bobbie? I mean, nothing says you have to keep whatever it is, but come on. You’ve gotta wonder what it is. It could surprise you!”

”You’re kidding me!” I finally sit up higher and plant my feet on the floor. ”You think that’s going to surprise me in a good way?! I don’t think so, honey. That wretched little worm is not capable of sending something nice.” Artie sits next to me and places the box between is. I slide it back, wanting nothing to do with it. ”Whatever it is. I. Do. Not. Want. It!”

Artie reaches back and grabs the box again, holding it in his lap. He tries to get me to take it again, but I turn away and refuse again. He just won’t let it go, and I don’t get it! Why is he so curious?! Well, I guess I’m about to find out because he goes against my wishes and actually decides to take matters into his own hands! He stands up and quickly begins unwrapping the gift! Oooh, no! I jump up and try to grab the box from him, but he turns his back on me again and savagely unwraps the box, throwing the paper and the ribbon and bow on the floor.

”Sorry, Bobbie, but I gotta know what he sent my fiancee. I promise I’ll throw it out aft…” His voice quickly trails off as I try to reach around him and stop him from seeing whatever it is.

”C’mon, Artie! It doesn’t matter! Wait...what’s wrong?! You didn’t finish what you were about to say!!” It’s bad. I just know it. Dang it! I told him not to open it! Sure enough, when Artie turns around he looks up after having peaked inside the box with the weirdest look I’ve ever seen on his face.

”Uh...you were right. I’m...sorry. I’ll just go and throw it in the trash right now.” He tries to quickly turn away to get rid of whatever it is, but now I gotta know. I didn’t before, but for Artie to admit I was right and not let me see, I have to see what ol’ Troll boy sent me.

I reach for the box, but Artie yanks it away, as if trying to protect me. ”Artie, just show me what it is. I have to know now. Like you said, we can throw it away once I see…”

Artie shakes his head with eyes wide. Good lord, is it that bad?! ”I don’t think you really want to see this, Bobbie. I guess I was wrong in giving him the benefit of the doubt, but...wow.”

I can’t take it anymore. I quickly yank the box out of his grip. In an effort to try and stop me from looking at whatever Troll sent me, the lid to the box falls to the floor and my eyes fall right on the ‘gift.’

”Because I like a clear work space…” I take the note out first and then look down and am almost immediately sick to my stomach. That disgusting jerk sent me an entire Nair Spa kit! And although Artie knows I was right and knows just how much I hate The Troll with a passion, he lets out a snort after I read the note. I toss the box on the bed and glare at Artie. ”You won’t be laughing when I use that shit on you from HEAD TO TOE, Artie! What a little pervert!”

I shudder and wretch a little at just what The Troll had implied with that gift. As if I would EVER in a million years let him anywhere NEAR my lady bits! It’s bad enough one look at my left tit has sent him into creepy stalker mode, I can only imagine what a mistake like THAT would...No. I’m not even going to imagine that. OUT OF MY HEAD! GET THE THOUGHT OUT OF MY HEAD RIGHT NOW!

”I wasn’t really laughing at the gift, but more so the note. If only his mother knew how inappropriate it was…” Artie shrugs and lets out a sigh. Just as he does, Dean Winchester’s blood curdling scream is heard behind him and poor Artie nearly jumps out of his skin, causing me to laugh.

”How many times have you watched this episode with me and that part STILL makes you jump?!” I fold my arms across my chest and shake my head, smirking at him.

”I wasn’t expecting it that time, though! We aren’t even watching it anymore!”

I plop back down on the bed and let out a sigh of my own. I kick the box away from and remember something Amber Ryan had said to me at Summer XXXtreme.

”Amber was right.” I randomly say out loud.

Artie raises an eyebrow and stares at me. ”About what?”

”That shit is a consequence of me trying to make The Troll look like a fool! It backfired on me, Artie!” I feel my anxiety quickly growing, which is something I’ve never had to deal with until recently for some reason. It’s all new to me, and I hate it!

In true Artie fashion, he can sense when my mood is going to take a quick turn for the worse and I’m going to need some comforting. He’s always been good like that, even before we both came to our sense and finally admitted our feelings for each other. He takes a seat next to me, just scooting in close. ”I don’t think it backfired. He still looks like a fool because of the way he’s acting, you know. He has no respect or decency for you, or even for our relationship by sending you something like that.”

I look down to the floor, feeling nothing but shame and disgust. Everyone hates The Troll. That much is very clear, despite what he might think or even say, and now the guy is drooling over me! I never used to care if people laughed at me, because hell I laughed WITH then, but in this case, I’m not laughing at all. But deep down I know Artie is right.

”It doesn’t matter, Artie, because people are still going to crack their jokes, and this is not something I can actually run with. I know people have laughed at me before, and I guess I never really cared until now. I don’t want to be seen as a joke anymore, Artie! And that’s what I’ve become in SCW.” He gently nudges my arm, attempting to get me to change my attitude but then he wraps his arm around me. It helps a little if I’m honest.

”You’re not a joke, Bobbie. For some reason you just suddenly think you are.” He says giving me a gentle Artie squeeze. ”I know you didn’t accomplish everything you wanted in SCW, but you still made a big impact regardless if you won a title or not. And as for this Troll stuff, if you stop worrying if people are laughing at you or not, you could do something to get him to stop, because I know you’ve got it in you.”

”I don’t want to be anywhere near him, Artie! But...I still want to be a champion some day…” We hadn’t discussed the topic of my returning to active competition yet, but I guess now is as good a time as any. I raise my head and look at his reaction, which is surprised, but of course supportive.

”So that means you want to go back full time, then?” He asks.

I offer a quick shrug in response. ”I don’t know, honestly. I just...I haven’t accomplished everything I wanted to, Artie! But at the same time, I can’t take the constant disappointment of building up momentum and then just failing when it’s most important! I should just focus on planning our wedding and just go back home.”

”SCW IS our home now, Bobbie.” His words take me by surprise. I didn’t think he’d actually say that, and my look says it all. ”You just don’t want to admit it. Disappointment comes with the wrestling career, doesn’t it? You need to stick with it. Besides, you know you can’t be so far away from Fenris, Aron and the rest of our friends by going back to Illinois. It may at least be in the same country, but you know you want to plant roots here in Las Vegas.”

Oh, my Artie. I never thought I’d hear him speak those words! He knows our families are back home in Illinois, and being away from them is just as hard, but he’s sacrificing that to support me. I have no words.

”Why don’t you take some time to decide? Aside from the Troll craziness, you’ve always loved just making appearances at shows anyway, so we can just play it by ear until you really decide…”

”You have a say in this you know, Artie. I know how much you’d miss being around your parents, and Lord knows she’d miss you like crazy, too.” To my surprise again, he shrugs.

”We’ve been away from them for a long time now, Bobbie. I’ve gotten used to it, honestly and it’s not so bad. I don’t want to be a basement dwelling weirdo like The Troll my entire life, and you know how horrible Illinois is becoming.” We both crack smiles and chuckle, because if that ain’t the truth… ”Besides, Las Vegas is fun. There’s still plenty for us to explore and experience, and SCW is going to get back on the road.”

I look up at him, my eyes suddenly widening. After countless attempts at making a final decision, we finally managed to pull it off. ”Sooo...we’re doing it then?! We’re officially moving to Las Vegas?!”

Artie shrugs and simply nods. ” I guess we are. We better find a decent realtor…”

I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him in one of my famous Bobbie Bear Hugs that he loves and hates so much. ”I can’t wait to tell everyone! Oh...but what about Loki when we have to travel?!”

I release the hug and Artie has to take in a quick deep breath. ”Let’s worry about one thing at a time…”

Before Artie can recover from the last one, I embrace him in another bear hug and I can hear him wincing. But I’m just too excited! It’s official! We’re going to call Las Vegas our home and I’ll be getting back to wrestling again!

I just hope I don’t regret it later…


Sunday August 8th
San Francisco, California
The Viewing Party


A few weeks has gone by since Artie and I had officially decided to move and start our life together in Las Vegas. And while the decision had been made, we didn’t have much time to put it into action because SCW went back on the road, first stopping in Los Angeles, and now finding ourselves in San Francisco! I hadn’t been booked either week, but that was mainly my fault for forgetting to fill the bosses in on the fact that I was ready to come back, allowing them to book me in a match. But that is all done and dusted from what I understand, thanks to help from my good pal Aron, I should be finding out my next match later tonight! Yep, Aron! He’s kindly helping me out as a sort of unofficial manager since he knows what he’s doing!

In the mean time, I’m putting the plan I came up with yesterday into motion. I don’t think it’s ever been done before, and I could be wrong, but I’m about to throw SCW’s first ever VIEWING PARTY backstage! Yep, it’s true! A viewing party for my pal Fenris’ match against Chrystaltina Seven Names’ bratty son, Brayden! You see, just as much as we all hate The Troll, we hate Brayden too and can’t wait to see Fenris kick his head in! And what better way to witness such a glorious event than surrounded by a crowd of people who will enjoy it just as much, am I right?!

With some begging and fighting, I managed to get a special area set up backstage for the viewing party. A few tables and chairs are spaced apart with snacks and beverages, and of course one of SCW’s spare television monitors set up for allotted time. I wasn’t sure how many people would turn up, but to my surprise, I’ve had an amazing turnout!

Pussy Willow. Rocky Mountains. Jasmine St. John. Drew Patton. Jacob Summers. Janet The Makeup Lady. Jessie Salco and her husband Shane. Even Tempest! Just to name a few of course. It’s a grand affair! And...wait a minute…

”Well who do we have here?! I wasn’t expecting to see the two of you show up!” I turn my attention quickly to the two tall dark and handsome brothers that just appeared. And no, I’m not referring to the Winchester Brothers. It’s Fenris’ other GO Gym mate, O’Malley and his devilish handsome brother, Alistair! I didn’t even think those guys liked me…

While Alistair is scanning the room for I don’t even know what or who, O’Malley smiles as I approach them. His wife Darcy is nowhere to be seen, though. ”You ain’t the only one who can show up just to make an appearance, Bobbie. Heard about this little viewing party of yer’s and it’s always a blast watchin’ Fenris beat the hell out of people, no matter who it is.”

Alistair is still scanning the room, a big grin on his face and I point to him. ”What or who the hell is he looking for? Does he need a drool bucket?”

O’Malley’s head snaps towards Alistair and he smacks him hard in the gut. I snort as I let out a laugh and Alistair turns his attention back to me and O’Malley. Damn, Alistair really is one gorgeous man…

”My sincerest apologies, Miss Dahl. I was just marveling at the amount of guests you have attending this little shindig of your’s.” I look at O’Malley as he shoots his brother a glare. Before O’Malley can say anything I think I steal the words right out of his mouth.

”Carter isn’t here, if that is who you are looking for.” I’m no idiot! I know as well as everyone else does that Alistair plays for both teams. Well, supposedly. Seems to me if given a choice, he’d pick a good sausage over a taco any day, but I ain’t judging! O’Malley manages to let out a laugh, and Alistair doesn’t seem bothered by my comment either. ”Just stay away from my Artie! I know I thought he enjoyed the sausage just as much as you do, honey, but I was very wrong about that.”

”I can turn him if given the chance. Trust me on that one.” His eyes follow mine as I look in Artie’s direction as he’s having a conversation with the referees. ”But no need to worry, Miss Dahl. Artie is all yours.”

”Ye’ll have to forgive me brother, Bobbie. He’s got no shame, and I’m sure if ye offered, he’d lead even ye off into a supply closet somewhere…”

I almost laugh, until I let his words sink in and try to process them. Alistair seems to think what I am thinking, but I speak up first. ”Wait...what is THAT supposed to mean?! Are you fat shaming me?!”

”That was quite rude of you, little brother. I assure you I don’t discriminate…” O’Malley is quick to try and deny it, but he can’t lie to me! I know words of a fat shamer when I hear them!

”What?! No, that’s not what I meant, love! Not at all!” He holds his hands up in clear defense mode, but I’m still at a loss. I fold my arms across my chest and glare at him. ”I meant because yer taken, Bobbie! I know ye would never do anythin’ to hurt Artie, right?! It was not a shot at yer weight. Oh, hell. I’m so sorry it sounded that way…”

Okay, maybe I was wrong, because that makes sense. But damn, even the thinking he would go that far was like a gut punch! Maybe I should lay out the offer to Alistair anyway to find out...No! Stop it Bobbie!

All of a sudden, and without O’Malley noticing, someone catches Alistair’s eye and he quietly sneaks away. I just blink slowly as I stare at O’Malley, trying not to crack a smile as Alistair sneaks away.

”Ye gotta believe me, Bobbie. Alistair tell her I didn’t…” When he turns to look at his brother, realizing he is nowhere to be found, he growls. ”Oh fer feck’s sake! Where the hell did he disappear to so fast?!”

”He’s a brave brave soul, but I think he just followed Tempest to the ladie’s room…”

”GOD DAMN IT!”

With a quick apology, he rushes off to try and catch Alistair before...well, ya know! I shake my head and turn around to head back over to Artie. Fenris’ match should be starting any minute so I walk over to the seats Artie had saved for us against the wall with the best view, and take a seat. I don’t know why, but O’Malley’s original words, whether he meant them that way or not, still stung. And it’s probably going to take a while to get past it. Thankfully I have Artie, and as I take my seat, he walks up and looks down at me.

”You want something to drink before the match starts? I know you won’t want to miss anything so better decide now before it’s too late.” I nod and he knows what I want without having to ask and turns and walks away.

As I wait for him to get back with our drinks, I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes. I take in a few deep breaths and try to push O’Malley’s words out of my head, telling myself over and over again that I overreacted and just misread what he said. It strikes me as odd that Artie returns so quickly he snuggles into the seat next to me…

”That was fast, honey…” I soon realize that a terrible choice of words that is when I open my eyes, thinking it is Artie who has snuggled up next to me, but ooooh am I wrong.

”Fast. Slow. However you like it, baby.” The Troll is just smiling as he’s looking up at me, and I’m suddenly frozen in shock.

Move, Bobbie. JUMP YOUR ASS OUT OF THIS CHAIR RIGHT NOW AND GET AWAY FROM HIM! But I can’t! Every move I make, this cockroach comes back for more! Artie then appears in front of us, confused at what the hell is going on, and I don’t even think twice. I take the cup of soda he brought for me and quickly turn and dump it all over The Troll’s head! I can hear everyone turn their attention towards us as I stand up and back up next to Artie. The Troll seems momentarily stunned, but to my HORROR, he smiles as he stares up at me!

”Now that you’ve made me wet, one good turn deserves another!” Oh, GAWD, I’m gonna puke. Where is my sick bucket?!

But before I can even react, Artie takes a step forward, looking angrily down at The Troll. And I’m even more shocked at how he addresses the Troll next.

”Get. Out. NOW!”

The Troll stands up, puffing his chest out and laughing at Artie. The audacity!

”Says WHO?!”

”Says ME! That’s who!” Wow. That was kinda hot. I’ll have to thank Artie for that later, but...anyway!

To Artie’s surprise, but sheer delight, The Troll suddenly turns a glorious pale color and rushes off. Artie grins, but when he turns around to see who was standing beside me, it all made perfect sense.

”Oh come on! You couldn’t at least give me THAT?!”

Artie stares at my new friend, Amber Ryan, disappointment written all over his face as he had defended my honor, only to realize The Troll was more afraid of her than him. Amber and I exchange glances and she just smirks as we all turn our attention to the television monitor where Fenris’ match is just about to begin.


Well this is it, folks! My big return to Sin City Wrestling! And not only that but it’s a first round match for the Internet Championship tournament! It all takes place in San Jose and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t just a little bit nervous! Don’t get me wrong, this should be a slight walk in the park compared to my match against Tempest a few months back, but I still don’t want to go out there and look like a fool!

My reputation precedes me, am I right?! I’ve had championship opportunities in the past, earning them in one way or another, only to, what’s the word...choke...when it all came down to it. And I’m sure plenty of people are out there and have absolutely zero faith that I’ll make it through this tournament, let alone to the very end and walk away as the new Internet Champion. And, honestly, they’re probably right. If I were them, I’d place my bets on Seleana beating me this week, because the odds are stacked against me!

Look at Seleana Zdunich. She’s already accomplished so much in her time in SCW, and I’m being thrown against her in my first match back! Nevermind the fact, right now, that it’s a friggin’ Pink Evening Gown match thanks to Candy, but come on! It’s hard to fancy my chances when I’m going up against someone like Seleana.

The woman has held the Bombshell Roulette Championship AND The World Bombshell Championship before and she’s one great competitor in the ring. Sure, I’m a great competitor, too, but I’ve yet to be a champion in SCW so the odds aren’t in my favor. I’m sure if I were to call Daniel J. Morgan up he’d tell me I’m right. Friggin’ Seleana Zdunich?!

Look at me...I’m literally at rock bottom here. I’ve hit the lowest point I could possibly hit in my career in SCW already. I’ve lost every championship opportunity I’ve earned, and not many people take me seriously as a competitor. Not many people think that my confidence will pay off in the end as I’m finally handed my first title in SCW. Alicia Lukas doesn’t. Andrea Hernandez doesn’t. I’m sure Mercedes Vargas doesn’t. The list could go on and on

Not to mention, I’m now the center of The Troll’s affections and anything to do with that stinkin’ turd is no doubt just as big a joke in SCW as he is! I’ve been in SCW off and on for what, three or four years now, and I’m right back at the bottom just clawing and scratching my way to try and get to the top, or somewhere near the top.

Sure, I’m technically undefeated this year because I’ve won both of my TWO matches, but that’s not a whole lot to brag about really, right? Well, maybe a win against Tempest is worth a little bragging rights, but I’ll hold off on that because I’m sure I just got majorly lucky there. That bitch is one tough woman, but look at her now?! She’s one half of the mixed tag team champions who in just a few weeks will more than likely be facing off against J2frigginH and Seleana’s wife, Crystalina Twenty Names. And here I am, just getting back into the swing of things, attempting to work off some ring rust!

But, I guess I shouldn’t sit here and just put myself down so much, should I? It really doesn’t give me a good image, nor does it look good in the eyes of the bosses who have so graciously given me this opportunity, despite putting it in the hands of that glitter obsessed sugar queen, Candy. So I guess I need to find SOME way that I stand a chance against, Seleana, right?

I guess I could sit here and talk about how no matter what Sealana does, she’ll always play second fiddle to her wife, right? Nah, I won’t do that, because that’s just beating a dead horse. It’s been done repeatedly and I’m sure Seleana is tired of hearing it. Besides, I think at this point, people like Seleana more than her wife, so that wouldn’t make much sense to say that.

I guess when I really think about it, Seleana has a lot in common with me. Well, aside from the fact that she’s a former champion in SCW and I’m not, it appears we’re both fighting for the same thing. To regain some sense of honor and glory in SCW. But, in reality, she has a lot more to lose in this match than I do. Like I said earlier, I’m literally sitting at rock bottom, having crashed to where Seleana is quickly headed!

Heads up, Seleana, it’s a damn hard fall. Might want to get one of those cushy donuts to sit on for a while, because your ass is gonna hurt for a while.

I’m not gonna lie, Seleana, yeah there is a big chance I could lose to you on Sunday and watch you advance in the Internet Championship tournament while I try and figure out my next move, but honestly, losing to you doesn’t hurt me any worse than I’ve already been hurt. I’ve already been kicked while I’ve been down so there’s literally nowhere else to go but up from here.

But what about you, Seleana? What happens if or when you lose to ME? What will people be saying about YOU?! I don’t think I really need to tell you the answer, but I will anyway just in case other people don’t get where I’m going with this. Seleana Zdunich...former Bombshell Roulette Champion. Former World Bombshell Champion...losing to Bobbie Dahl will hurt you quite a bit. Now, some people might say that’s harsh words against myself, but think about it...it’s kinda the truth.

Seleana, don’t take this as me underestimating you at all, because that is not at all what I am doing. I know you’re one tough customer. Hell, next to Tempest, you’re probably my toughest challenge to date just on your accomplishments alone. But I’ve already been beaten and slaughtered not only by everyone else’s opinion, but my own, far worse than anything you could even attempt to throw at me at this point!

We’re just two women on the same ladder, but headed in different directions. I’m slowly climbing my way back up that ladder, while you? You’re quickly falling right down, about to take my place at the bottom of that lonely barrel. It’s not a great place to be, I know, but it’s ultimately up to us to decide how long we stay at the bottom! As for me? I’m ready to give up my seat at the bottom instead of allowing someone else to join me.

I’m done being considered a joke, Seleana. Maybe you won’t admit to thinking I am a joke, and that’s fine. I’m not going to argue with you, because like arguing with Amber Ryan, I’d probably go blue in the face if I did. The fact is, I deserve a hell of a lot better, and you’re just the first stepping stone on that journey! You’ve held championships in SCW, and to me that is my ultimate goal. I don’t care how long it takes or what I need to do to get it, but I WILL get there.

I’m just sorry I have to be the cause of your hard fall from grace, Seleana. I respect the hell out of you and everything you’ve done, I’m not going to lie, but…

It’s my time to shine…>

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Supercard Archives / Re: BOBBIE DAHL vs TEMPEST
« on: May 19, 2021, 11:09:55 PM »
Sunday April 18th
After Climax Control 297


Bobbie’s return to the ring tonight didn’t go one hundred percent how she thought it would. Yes, she had defeated Maki in a hard fought match, but it was the events that unfolded afterwards that made the night so much worse. Due to her ongoing battle with Tempest since Blaze of Glory just weeks before, Tempest had decided tonight to get a little bit of retribution on Bobbie, which wasn’t exactly a complete surprise. Bobbie knew Tempest wouldn’t let things go. If she had so little regard for the other Bombshells by attacking them whenever she felt like, of course she’d attack Bobbie the first chance she got.

So what did she do? She attacked Bobbie after her match against Maki and sent the plus-sized Bombshell right through the announce table. And although Bobbie was unconscious and absolutely unable to defend herself, Tempest had no intentions of stopping there. Just as she was about to inflict even more damage, Bobbie’s fiancee, Artie, did something no one expected. He tried to SAVE Bobbie from further harm by jumping on Tempest’s back in an effort to stop her, but that ended up backfiring in a terrible way.

All it took was one easy move and Artie was on Tempest’s shoulders and soon after he went flying head first into the steel ring post. His body had crumbled to the floor and before Tempest could inflict further damage to either Bobbie or Artie, security and medical officials finally swarmed to ringside. But enough damage had been done.

Flash forward a few hours later, where Bobbie and Artie are currently at a local hospital under observation following the attack. Bobbie is now fully conscious, as she had been even before leaving the arena, but Artie was in and out of consciousness and being monitored far closer than Bobbie was. The doctors had tried to keep them in separate rooms, but Bobbie was having none of that. She wanted to be near Artie, so they made an exception and set them both up in a room together.

Bobbie was under strict orders to stay in her own bed, but Bobbie being Bobbie, she ignored those orders the first chance she got. Once the nurses went under a shift change and the coast was clear for about thirty minutes, Bobbie got out of bed as fast as she could. It was slower than she had wanted, given the pain she was in following being sent through a table, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was Artie and making sure he was okay. Making sure he would be okay.

Bobbie: Artie…

She spoke softly, not wanting to wake him even if she could. She just wanted him to know she was there. She pulled up a chair next to his bedside and reached for his hand.

Bobbie: Oh, Artie. What did that bitch do to you?

She squeezed his hand gently, fighting back tears as she stared at him. He looked so peaceful, even with a bandage wrapped around his head. He wasn’t paralyzed, nor was his neck injured from what the doctors had already told her. But at the very least he had a concussion. How severe his brain injury may be remained to be seen, and she just hoped it wasn’t worse than it was.

Bobbie: What were you thinking, Artie? You...you didn’t need to protect me, honey. If you’re not okay…

She lowers her head, bringing his hand up to her forehead and just quietly...prays. Yes, she prays. She had never been the religious type before, but when it comes to Artie, she’d try anything. For so long, he was all she had. She had her parents, true, but Artie was her person. And she was his. She couldn’t think of her life without him. As she finally started to cry at the thought of Artie either being gone, or not even the same version of himself, the feeling of his other hand on her head startled her. She quickly lifted her head and was relieved to see that he was looking at her, even though his eyes weren’t fully open.

Bobbie: Artie! You’re awake!

She tried not to say it too loud for obvious reasons. He lowered his hand and slowly nodded.

Artie: So...are you…

Bobbie cracked a smile and kissed his hand. He let his eyes drift closed again, though he was still awake.

Bobbie: I didn’t go head first into the ring post.

Artie: Announce...table.

Bobbie wanted to laugh, but she couldn’t. She was angry with Tempest for what she had done to Artie, but a part of her was also angry with Artie for putting himself in danger like he did. And his parents- his mother to be more specific- would let her have it no doubt.

Bobbie: You shouldn’t have done that, Artie. I...I don’t need you to protect me like that.

Artie opens his eyes, slowly turns his head again and looks at her. He’s coming around a little more and his eyes are able to open a little wider.

Artie: It...was my...turn.

Bobbie’s jaw drops open slightly and she tries to respond, but he holds up a finger and stops her.

Artie: You’ve always...protected me. But I’ve never...protected you. She would have...hurt you worse. I had to do...something.

Bobbie: And look what she did to you? You realize that could have broken your neck?

He shrugs before he responds.

Artie: But it didn’t. I’ll be fine. It might take...a few days. But, I’ll be fine.

Bobbie: Artie…

He lifts up his left hand, holding it in front of her face. The special engagement ring Bobbie had made for him to replace the zip tie she had used when she popped the question is right in front of her eyes.

Artie: We might not be married...yet. But I’m going to start...acting like a husband now. I’m tired of being looked at as weak, Bobbie. I can...and will...protect you. Even if I get hurt in the process.

Artie looks away and closes his eyes again. He takes in a deep breath and goes silent until Bobbie breaks the silence between them.

Bobbie: Now I know how Fenris felt after Mercer attacked Aron…

Artie: And I know how Aron felt when Fenris thought he always needed to protect him…

Artie’s response was quick. Almost as if he was waiting for Bobbie to say what she had said. And it took her by surprise. Had the shot to the ringpost awakened something in Artie that was lying dormant?

Artie: I’d do it again, Bobbie. I’d never seen anyone hurt you like that before and it just...I reacted. But I’d do it again.

Bobbie: This isn’t over, you know that Artie? It’s only going to get worse from here, because she has to pay for what she’s done.

He nods his head slowly and lets out a sigh.

Artie: I know. Do what you need to do...just be careful.

Bobbie: Says the one who jumped on her back tonight. You know, I wish I hadn’t been knocked out when you did that..

Artie: You haven’t gone back and watched the show, have you?

Bobbie shakes her head.

Bobbie: I can’t get myself to watch it. Someone telling me what happened was bad enough. Seeing it is a whole different story.

Before their conversation can continue any further, the door to their room suddenly opens and light from the hallway shines inside. Their new night nurse appears before them, folding her arms as she sees Bobbie at Artie’s bedside.

Nurse: I was told you were given strict orders to stay in bed…

Bobbie: And you should have also been told that I don’t give a shit.

Artie manages to let out a chuckle.

Artie: It’s okay, Bobbie. I’m kinda tired again, and you should get some rest, too.

Bobbie: I’m fine. I don’t want to leave your side.

Artie: Your bed is literally a few feet away. Just...go get some rest.

The nurse walks up to Bobbie, ready to help her get back to her bed. Bobbie stares at Artie and he slowly nods, telling her it’s okay. She leans down and gives him a quick kiss before letting the nurse do her job and helps her back into bed. Bobbie turns her head and keeps her eyes on Artie, watching as he drifts off back to sleep. And despite everything that had happened, she was thankful that he was going to be okay. They both would.

But come Into The Void...Tempest wouldn’t be…


Bullies! I HATE them! I’ve had to deal with them in some form or another my entire life, and my opinion will never change. Then again, I don’t know a single person who actually likes bullies, other than the bullies themselves! But, I have to let you all in on a little secret, and it is one that may surprise you. Are you all ready for this? Well, take a seat and have a drink or two, because I’m about to tell you!

You see, not that long ago I, myself, was considered a bit of a bully. No, that is not the secret that may surprise you. Everyone knows it. Everyone saw my actions when my attitude flipped a switch and I turned into a raging bitch and was attacking other Bombshells just because I thought I could get away with it. In reality, I was getting away with nothing, but here comes the surprise. I was not at all happy with what I was doing, nor was I happy with myself. I’ve always hated bullies, and I had become one so I hated myself!

There, I said it. I absolutely hated myself, despite whatever impression I was trying to give off. That’s not how I was raised and that is not how I wanted people to see me. Everything I was doing, I was doing for attention, no matter if the attention was positive or negative. It was just getting me seen, which essentially, is all bullies want, right? They love the attention. They crave it, so who the hell cares about smacking around a few innocent people in the process! They’re in control and they’ll stay that way as long as they want, or as long as people allow it to happen.

In my case, I didn’t want it anymore. I was quickly destroying every bit of who I was and burning bridges left and right. Bridges that had I continued on the path I was headed, could never be rebuilt. And thankfully, I saw reason. Thankfully I realized that what I was doing was wrong, because if I hadn’t, I might not have Artie right now. I might not have my family, or even his. Our family as it’s going to become in the near future. And that brings me to my next point...the reason this match at Into The Void is even taking place. Because I couldn’t allow Tempest’s actions to continue.

Tempest is a bully on the largest scale. Now, she may not think so, but just ask anyone and they will agree with me. Since the day she stepped foot in SCW, she’s been on a warpath attacking Bombshells for no clear reason why. They had never done a single thing to her to warrant her actions. She just walked through the door, picked the first Bombshell she saw and tried to end her career right then and there! All for attention. That will get denied up, down, left and right, but I’ve been there. I know what it’s like.

No one knew who Tempest was before she showed up. Well, no one except the GO Gym folks, but aside from them...no one knew her. But she wanted them to. And she wanted to intimidate every single one of them from the get go! She wanted to put fear in people’s eyes when they saw her, and in their minds when they thought of her. And it honestly worked, but it only works for so long, am I right? Tempest tried to use her strength and her power to get her way, but at Blaze of Glory, I gave the bitch a taste of her own medicine and showed her that you don’t always get what ya want!

But it didn’t end there, did it? Oh, no. She went and made a HUGE mistake, and it wasn’t sending me through the announce table. That, I could have let slide and not gotten as angry as I am now. But when my amazing Artie tried to actually protect me, she did the absolute unthinkable. She could have found a better way to get him off of her, or just done absolutely nothing, but what did she do? She went and threw him against the steel ringpost and hurt him! Artie! A man who is less than half her size and she could have paralyzed him by doing what she did! That wasn’t just the move of a bully, either. That was the move of someone who has absolutely no heart!

This match at Into The Void is going to be different than any other grudge match for me, and I’ll explain why. I’ve had grudge matches with Dani Weston and Alicia Lukas and in both instances, I was the bitch. I was the one who had hurt people, but the difference was that I hurt them. I never went after someone they loved. I never attacked a defenseless person like Tempest did. My past grudge matches to me were about not letting myself get embarrassed or made a fool of, but now? Now it’s about making the lowest of the low pay for what she’s done.

I’ve always loved what I do. I’ve tried not to care about winning or losing, and this time is no exception. I don’t care if I beat Tempest or not, because I know damn well despite matching up to her in strength and somewhat in size, she’s not to be taken lightly. But what I do want more than anything is to bring the bitch down several notches and prove to her that she doesn’t own the Bombshell division, and her days of doing whatever the hell she wants are DONE.

No matter what she throws at me, I’m going to throw back just as hard, if not harder. She’s going to try to destroy me, and that’s fine. She can give it her best shot, but I’m not giving up without a fight! I’m not going to throw in the towel or tap out. She’s either going to have to pin me, or knock me the hell out, because giving up against her? It’s not an option. It will make everything I’ve done against her look completely pointless, so it’s not going to happen.

And afterwards? I don’t know what is going to happen. I don’t know where I go from here, or if I’ll stick around. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life, wrestling or not, and seeing Artie in that hospital bed a few weeks back just put things into perspective. It made me see the bigger picture, so I’m not putting the cart before the horse, so to speak. All I’m focused on right now is walking...no STORMING down to that ring on Sunday and proving one hell of a point to Tempest.

She may have come out of the GO Gym. Ya know, the place where they make stars and star caliber champions? But with the attitude she’s had...they sure as shit made a big mistake in choosing her! But, I’m sure that will get denied to high heaven. It doesn’t really matter.

Anyway, it’s time to put my words into action and be what this Bombshell division needs me to be against Tempest. Someone who stands up to even the strongest of enemies because it’s the right thing to do. I know I’m not the most well liked person on the roster, but after Sunday I hope to be one of the most respected, because this is just about me or even what she did to Artie. This is about standing up to her for everyone on the roster, because if not me...Who else?

It’s just the right thing to do…

20
Climax Control Archives / Here I Go Again!
« on: April 16, 2021, 12:04:32 PM »
Into The Void IX. June 7th, 2020. That was the last time that Bobbie Dahl competed inside the SCW six-sided ring. To those of you who don’t remember, allow me to give you a slight refresher. For months prior to that, Bobbie Dahl had an on-going feud with former World Bombshell Champion, Alicia Lukas. Well, not only Alicia Lukas, but the entire Bombshell roster. It was for that reason that Bobbie would eventually be a co-winner for feud of the year, but that is not important at the moment. You see, Bobbie’s feud with Alicia had finally come to a head at Into The Void IX, and despite hoping for a different outcome that saw Bobbie defeating Alicia and proving she wasn’t the failure that so many thought her to be, she walked away defeated. Alicia had beat her. But added to that was the personal demons Bobbie was battling, and on the first Climax Control following the supershow, Bobbie had announced that that match was her last...at least for the time being.

With her loving and supportive boyfriend, Artie, by her side she had told everyone watching that her break was only temporary. She didn’t know how long she would be away, but this was not permanent. But what many don’t know is that in Bobbie’s mind, that wasn’t entirely the truth. Because despite loving her career as a professional wrestler, she had become burned out and deflated after failing to achieve the success she wanted. And in her mind, she didn’t see herself wanting to come back, nor did she see anyone even caring about her returning later on down the line. She would just fade in the background being forgotten, and she was okay with that. All she needed was to completely fix things not only with Artie and his family, but with her own as well.

And she did. The next several months following were perhaps some of the happiest she had had in a long time. It wasn’t an easy road to making up for the way she had treated everyone, but because they all knew the demons she had allowed to take over, they eventually forgave her. But the most important person to her, of course, was Artie. Because over the years, they had been supportive of each other not only as best friends, but eventually as it had finally blossomed into their long overdue love story. And while he would forgive her for how she acted in the months before her latest departure from SCW, she would find it hard to forgive herself.

Fast forward to the end of 2020- the wildest and most difficult year for perhaps everyone because of the pandemic. Because of the events in the world over the span of the entire year, everyone wanted to end 2020 on a high note, saying good riddance to a horrible year, and welcome 2021 with a positive outlook. And at first, Bobbie didn’t have any specific plans on just how that would look for her or her family, but the idea definitely came to her at the perfect time. You’ll all understand why this is important later on. For now, just sit back and enjoy a little flashback…


Christmas Eve 2020
The Dahl Family Home- Coal City, Illinoi
Bobbie Pops The Question!


The holidays were once again in full swing, and compared to last year, the atmosphere in the Dahl household was much more relaxed. You see last year, everyone was dealing with Bobbie’s sudden attitude change, and it made it difficult to enjoy their family time. Not only that, but Bobbie had very nearly burned a bridge with Artie’s family around Thanksgiving, and they had refused to be around her for Christmas.

So when they had agreed to join Bobbie’s family for dinner on Christmas Eve, Bobbie’s mother, Barbie, was thrilled. And, of course, relieved. She loved Artie like her own son, and despite the strained relationship Bobbie had with Artie’s parents earlier in the year, she still had a close friendship with them as well. So Barbie was ecstatic when Bobbie had mended fences and they all came together for Christmas- doing their best to social distance and stay safe during the ongoing pandemic.

Following a fulfilling and delicious dinner consisting of Bobbie’s favorite Ham and various side dishes, they are all taking the moment to just chat amongst themselves as the recover from the filling dinner. Bobbie and Artie’s nearly six month old Bernese Mountain Dog puppy, Loki, also roams around between them, begging for attention when he can get it. But to be honest, he doesn’t need to do any begging, as they all gladly pet him and love up on him without him having to even be asked. Bobbie and Artie’s parents each shared laughs as Loki made his rounds for attention, and while Artie started to doze off into his food induced coma, Bobbie just looked around the room at her family.

Artier’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Miller, finally got a break from Loki as he was now by Bobbie’s parents, his tail wagging non-stop as they each pet him with smiles on their faces. Mr. and Mrs. Miller were cuddled up close to one another, finishing off their glasses of wine. They looked rather content and each cracked an amused smile as they looked towards Artie as his eyes fluttered as he drifted off. Then Bobbie turned her attention to her parents. The amazing people who had raised her and dealt with her ridiculous attitude this last year. And while Loki wasn’t exactly a “human child”, the love they clearly showed for their “grandpuppy” was how she imagined they would be if she and Artie were to ever actually have a child of their own. After all, animals are just as much family!

And then she turned her attention to Artie. Her special Artie. He had been a part of her life for longer than she could even remember at this point, and after everything she had put him through over the last couple of years, she felt she didn’t deserve him. But she was glad she had him anyway, and she promised herself quietly that she would never take it for granted ever again. She would never do anything to jeopardize what she had with Artie, or her family, because they were what kept her going and what made her the woman she is today.

As she stared at Artie, an idea soon sparked in her mind. A crazy, unbelievable, absolutely brilliant idea that she simply had to run with. It was a spur of the moment decision, but under the circumstances, it was perfect, but there was only one problem. She wasn’t prepared in the slightest! And what she suddenly got the urge to do, rarely worked out in spur of the moment situations. She jumped up from her spot on the sofa, causing Artie to nearly jump out of his own skin and fall off the sofa in the process. All eyes quickly landed on her as she gripped her head, quickly formulating a plan.

Artie: Bobbie? What happened? What’s going on?

She looked down at him, panicked.

Bobbie: YOU! STAY RIGHT THERE! I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!

And she quickly rushed out of the living room and into the kitchen first. Artie looked around between Bobbie’s parents and then his own, each shaking their heads clueless to what was now going on. They could all hear Bobbie start loudly rummaging through drawers in the kitchen and as Artie was going to go see what she was up to, her mother held up a hand and stopped him.

Barbie: I will handle this one, Artie. You just stay right there.

And she patted her husband’s knee gently before standing up and heading into the kitchen. Bobbie’s father, Ken, just shook his head and stifled a laugh, sure that they would all soon find out what Bobbie’s latest random episode was about. But Bobbie’s mother would find out first as she joined her daughter in the kitchen to find her anxiously searching through different drawers, trying to find something.

Barbie: Bobbie. What are you doing? Have you lost your--

Bobbie: There has to be something I can use! But what?!

Barbie folded her arms and let out a sigh.

Barbie: Use for what? Bobbie, would you stop for a second and look at me?

Bobbie stopped, but only for a second. She was still in a complete panic, as she just stared around, trying to think of something.

Barbie: What is going on? Everything was perfectly fine in there and now you’re acting all...crazy. What are you looking for?

Bobbie: A...ring!

She said ring in as much of a hushed voice as she could, which only confused her mother more. Barbie shook her head and stepped closer to Bobbie.

Barbie: A ring? What ring?

Bobbie: Shhhh! Don’t say that so loud! And I’m not looking for a specific ring! I’m looking for something to use as a ring! There has to be something in one of these junk drawers!

Barbie couldn’t help but let a laugh escape as Bobbie started going through the closest junk drawer again. Bobbie was looking for something to use as a ring? Why?

Barbie: Bobbie, you need to explain a little better on why exactly you’re trying to find something to use as a…

Before she even finished that sentence, Barbie suddenly figured out what Bobbie was thinking. Her eyes went wide and she approached her daughter, grabbing her hands and stopping her.

Barbie: You’re going to do what I think you are, aren’t you?

Bobbie: I can’t propose without a ring! Right?! This just totally sprang to me! I have to do it, Ma!

Barbie: A spur of the moment proposal? Honey, I’m all for you doing things out of the norm by proposing but why not plan something special?

Bobbie laughed loudly as she looked down into the open junk drawer. She was about to respond to her mother when something caught her eye and another lightbulb went off in her head. She reached into the drawer and pulled out a...zip tie?!

Bobbie: Ah-ha! This should work!

Barbie: A zip tie? Bobbie, think about this…

Bobbie: Ma, you think about it. When has anything about mine and Artie’s relationship been even remotely normal?! I’m not one to plan something special, because that just ain’t me! This is me! And a zip tie is perfect...for now! I’m gonna do it!

And before Barbie could talk it through further with Bobbie, her daughter just rushed back into the living room. Barbie had to follow quickly behind her to avoid missing anything of what is sure to be the most unique proposal she would ever witness or even think about. Once Bobbie reappeared in the living room with the zip tie in hand, everyone was staring at her again. She rushed over and stood in front of Artie, reaching down and pulling him up to his feet. Barbie returned to her place sitting next to Bobbie’s father, and just shook her head when he gave her a questioning look. Artie’s parents remained quiet, mostly because they were more confused than anyone.

Artie: W-what is going on? What is the zip tie for?

Bobbie: Gimme your hand.

Bobbie’s mother let out a laugh.

Barbie: Oh! I need my phone to record this…

Artie: Bobbie...you’re freaking me out. What--

Bobbie: Just gimme your hand! Not your right one...your left!

She had to swat away his right hand as he started to lift it, and then reached down, grabbing his left hand. He stared at her still completely confused while her father quickly realized what she was about to do. He went wide-eyed and looked at his wife, who was now recording the whole thing on her phone.

Artie: W-what are you...Why are you putting that on my finger? I’m...really confused right now.

Bobbie: We’ve never done things the normal way, right Artie? We were friends for way too damn long before both of us finally got the courage to do what we should have done a long time ago by making our relationship official. Right?

Artie cracked a smile and laughed.

Artie: Well, I think that was more your fault than mine, but...sure.

Bobbie: We’ve known each other long enough and know absolutely everything about each other. We’re practically family already. And I know I’ve been a royal pain in the ass this last year, and stood by me through it all because you knew it wasn’t me.

Artie nods. He’s still slightly confused, but gets more of an idea where she is going with this. His parents are now well aware of what is about to take place and the smile on his mother’s face stretches from ear to ear. Bobbie puts the zip tie around his left ring finger, waiting a second before she loops it tighter.

Artie: Bobbie...what are you doing? You...you can’t be serious, right?

Bobbie: Why wouldn’t I be?! I want us to make things officially official! What do you say?! Let’s get hitched?!

Bobbie’s father lets out a laugh at his daughter’s unusual version of a proposal. She had never done things as other people would, so this shouldn’t have come as much of a surprise to him, yet he was still amused. Artie stared down at his finger and let out an awkward laugh before looking back up to Bobbie.

Artie: A zip tie? Really?

Bobbie: I had nothing else to use! We can get a real ring later. I just didn’t want to do this without something in place of a ring! So...what do you say?

Artie scratches his head for a moment, really thinking his answer through properly. Loki is standing at their feet, looking up at his “parents”, panting and wagging his tail happily. Artie then looks back into Bobbie’s eyes and then...shrugs.

Artie: Okay…

Bobbie: Really?!

Artie: Yeah. Sure. Let’s get married!

Bobbie lets out a holler before she wraps her arms around Artie, squeezes him tight and then lifts him up in a big Bobbie Bear Hug and spins around, jumping for joy! Artie’s mother lets out a happy squeal and claps, while both of their father’s do the same. Bobbie’s mother tries to contain her excitement as she is still recording.

Ken: This really shouldn’t come as a surprise that when these two finally got engaged that it would be our daughter that popped the question.

Loki is hopping up and down excitedly, following Bobbie and Artie as she spins him around. She ends up placing him back down on his feet and Loki squeezes himself in between them. The both crouch down and show their “baby” the love and attention he is seeking. The rest of the family begins to celebrate the newly engaged couple, and Barbie and Mrs. Miller are already looking forward to planning the wedding. Well...as much of a wedding that can be held if the pandemic is still a factor when the time comes.


Let’s flash forward to the present, shall we? While only a few months had passed since Bobbie and Artie’s engagement, and plenty has happened since that time, all of that in between stuff can be revealed later, right? So let’s jump ahead to after Blaze of Glory and the events that transpired that night. After remaining hidden backstage through much of the night, there to quietly support her close friend Fenris as he headed into his match against Austin James Mercer, she soon found herself in a situation she thought she wouldn’t. She made a decision that would no doubt catapult her back to the active roster.

Following Bella Madison’s match against Courtney Pierce, Bobbie found herself coming out to essentially save both bombshells from what could have been a severe attack that could have left both women hurting worse than they were. GO Gym graduate, Tempest had once again stormed her way to the ring and attacked both women and before she could do further damage, Bobbie intervened and gave Tempest the challenge that no one else had as of yet. And while Tempest had been given a slight taste of her own medicine, Bobbie didn’t exactly walk away unscathed, either. After the show Bobbie had gone out for a few drinks with Bella and Courtney before returning to her and Artie’s room at the Saxon Hotel. It was their home away from home while in Las Vegas, as they still hadn’t made the decision to officially move here yet. It had gotten put on hold after Bobbie decided to step back from SCW, so now that she would be returning to active competition, that topic would probably come up sooner rather than later.

Four days after Blaze of Glory, on April Fool’s Day of all days, Bobbie would send out a tweet that was soon to backfire on her. With little warning, and what many have so far assumed was an April Fool’s Day joke, Bobbie announced that she and Artie had gone and gotten “hitched Las Vegas style.” What exactly that meant was yet to be seen or explained, but Bobbie was insisting that it was indeed the truth and NOT a joke. The fallout from that decision? Was about to come back to bite her in the face at this very moment…

Monday April 5th
Saxon Hotel
Barbie Puts Her Foot Down…


Bobbie and Artie had yet to return “home” to Illinois at this moment in time, given the fact that she was now back on the active roster and found herself possibly getting booked anytime. While she wasn’t booked in a return match this upcoming Sunday, she did need to be in Vegas for the show regardless, so they decided to stay put for a while before heading back to Illinois. Their boy Loki was being looked after by both their parents, but they missed him terribly so a solution to being separated from him would have to be dealt with sooner rather than later. But...all in due time.

The pair are about to head out, simply to get out of the hotel room for a bit. With Artie behind her, Bobbie grabs the door handle, swings it open and both get the shock of their lives. Bobbie’s parents, Barbie and Ken, are standing just outside their room and Barbie had obviously just been preparing to knock on their door. When they are finally face to face, Barbie’s eyes narrow and she points to her daughter angrily. Ken just grins and waves to Artie as the boys stay quiet.

Barbie: Roberta Jean Dahl! So help me God if you and Artie eloped!

Bobbie’s jaw drops and she takes a step back, nearly knocking poor Artie down.

Bobbie: Ma! What the hell are you two doing here?!

Barbie: Don’t you try and avoid the question, Bobbie. And don’t give me any worries about travelling during the pandemic and all. You know the both of us have had both of our vaccine doses. Hello Artie, sweetie.

Artie just waves and remains nervously quiet. Bobbie looks around them and in both directions, and continues to avoid her mother’s question.

Bobbie: Where is Loki?!

Barbie: Artie’s parents have him. He’s just fine. Quit. Avoiding.

Bobbie: You mean to tell me you travelled all the way here just to confront me and Artie because you don’t believe we got married?! Can we not do this here right now?!

Barbie nods before pushing past Bobbie and Artie and inviting herself into their room. Bobbie follows behind her in frustration and Ken just approaches Artie, placing a calm hand on his shoulder.

Ken: If this was all a joke, son, there’s still time to run…

Artie laughs awkwardly but Ken is obviously dead serious. They step into the room and close the door behind them as Bobbie and her mother continue to argue.

Barbie: I’m honestly not sure what I believe, but given the fact you haven’t confirmed without a doubt that your supposed wedding was real, my gut is telling me it’s all a joke you refuse to admit to. I just don’t know why, but if it isn’t a joke, I swear, Bobbie…

Bobbie: Artie, remind me to give Fenris a good smack upside the head next time I see him! This is all his fault!

Barbie: You’ll do no such thing! All I can say is thank goodness for that sweet Kristjan boy, or I wouldn’t know anything!

Artie laughs and lets out a snort, causing everyone to look in his direction. He shakes his head apologetically and remains quiet as Bobbie turns her focus back to her mother. Bobbie lets out a laugh herself.

Bobbie: Wait, are we talking about Fenris here or Aron? Because sweet and Kristjan don’t typically go in the same sentence…

Barbie: QUIT AVOIDING, BOBBIE! YOU TELL ME THE TRUTH RIGHT NOW!

Artie: Bobbie, just tell her the--

Bobbie: YOU KNOW WHAT?! FINE! IT WAS ALL A JOKE! There! Are you happy?! It was originally meant as a joke but I just insisted it was the truth because no one seemed to give a shit either way! And that sweet Kristjan boy you mentioned?! He called Artie a dumbass when he thought it was true! You know what, since it doesn’t even matter at this point and everyone thinks it’s true now...Artie, we might as well just go and get hitched today! That’s what we’ll do!

She attempts to grab Artie’s hand and drag him out of the hotel room, but he quickly jumps away, practically hiding behind his future father-in-law for protection. Ken just shakes his head, looking slightly behind him at Artie as if asking “seriously, son?”

Barbie: You will do no such thing, Bobbie! Regardless if this pandemic is still going on, and the fact you will now be spending most of your time in Las Vegas again, the two of you will have a somewhat normal wedding. Lord knows you deserve that!

Bobbie: We can have whatever type of wedding we want, Ma. And if we want to go to the local chapel and get married by an Elvis impersonator, then we damn well have that right! Right, Artie?!

Artie’s eyes go wide and he would clearly rather be anywhere but there at that moment.

Artie: I, uh…

Barbie: Artie, honey, this is your wedding, too. Don’t let Bobbie make the decisions for the both of you…

Bobbie: UGH! This wouldn’t even be discussed right now if Fenris hadn’t stuck his nose where it didn’t belong! Fine! We’ll do things your way, Ma! I’ll let you three stay here and continue the wedding planning! I’m going for a walk! AND DON’T FOLLOW ME!

Bobbie then storms out of the room, leaving everyone else in stunned silence. Barbie folds her arms and lets out a huff before turning back to her husband and Artie. Artie has stepped away from Ken, breathing easier now, but Ken is just shaking his head with an amused grin on his face.

Ken: Ooh these next few months are going to be so fun, lemme tell ya.

Artie: I think we have very different definitions of fun, Mr. Dahl…

Ken lets out a loud laugh before patting Artie on the back. Barbie cracks a smile before approaching Artie with open arms to give him a big hug as the three of them enjoy their unexpected reunion, and obey Bobbie’s wishes of not following her. If this confrontation was any indication of the upcoming wedding plans, then Ken was indeed right. It was about to get even more interesting than this confrontation had been.


Here I go again, people! That’s right! After almost a year out of action, I’m once again making my return to the Sin City wrestling ring! Now, let me tell you this could just be temporary depending on how I feel after I finish what I started with Tempest, but who knows. Maybe I’ll stick around and try and accomplish what I wasn’t able to accomplish last time, but we shall see! That all remains to be seen, and I’m not focusing too far into the future just yet!

I know when I made my triumphant return at Blaze of Glory and stood up to that monstrous woman, it seemed like I hadn’t missed a beat, but let me tell you being away from the ring for so long does put you at a disadvantage! I mean, I tried to stay as active as I could so I didn’t exactly get out of shape, but I’m sure I’ll feel just a tad bit “rusty” for a week, maybe two. But that doesn’t mean I’m not glad to be back! I know I wasn’t completely gone this entire last year, because I popped back up on shows every now and then, but you know as well as I do that it’s not the same by just being there.

Anyway, I’ve gotta focus before I get too far off track here! I know how much people looooove to complain about that shit, so I’ll do my best to behave and focus my attention where it needs to be. I’m back in action this week! That’s right! My very first match in ten months and hot damn does it feel good! After this long, I wasn’t sure I would be coming back, especially now that I’m in the thick of wedding planning, but oh how quickly things have changed! And while I’d love nothing more than to focus on Tempest and kicking her ass, she’s not who I’m facing this week. Nope! I’m facing this Maki chick of all people.

I’m not gonna lie here. She may not exactly be “new” to SCW, but she only appeared in SCW after I stepped away. I’ve seen bits and pieces of her work here and there and I’ll admit, the woman is definitely not someone I’m going to take lightly, but as scary as she is and can be, she’s been on a bit of a rollercoaster ride since joining SCW. Her feud with Jessie Salco was entertaining as hell to watch, but I thought for sure she’d easily feed Jessie Salco a bloody defeat at the end of that, but boy was I wrong. She let Jessie beat her! Jessie Salco of all people!!

I’m probably going to get scolded for this and honestly, maybe I have no room to talk, because Jessie Salco has at least tasted SCW gold despite it not being the World Bombshell Championship. She’s been in SCW since damn near the beginning and has yet to win the top title, and has become the brunt of jokes anyone will dish out. So...losing to her in a war like they had? Well, it’s not exactly something you want on your record! And Maki shouldn’t worry because I’m not going to turn this into going on a tangent about Jessie Salco. I’m solely focused on Maki, because she’s the first hurdle in my way on my return run here.

You know what, now that I mention it, I just realized something! This Maki chick had the nerve to tweet at me the other day telling me “eyes on what’s in front of you” when I was involved in a bit of a back and forth exchange with Andrea Hernandez. As if I wasn’t focusing any of my attention on this match against her! And you know what she went and did after that?! She looked past ME and entertained the thought of fighting Sierra! And need I remind everyone that Sierra is a woman that I beat!

Look, I know it seems at times I have the attention span of a fruit fly, but when I have a match coming up, I know what I need to do. And basically telling me to have my eyes forward, only to go on and essentially pull the same shit, makes you look like a hypocrite, am I right?! So, Maki, you better have your eyes forward this week, because while it’s clear you’re focused on fighting Sierra or even now Chrystaltina Hildunich or whatever her name is at the moment, I’ve got intentions of using you to send a very big message to a woman that has proven to be much more intimidating than you have been as of yet.

You’ve got a hell of a lot of potential, Maki. Don’t get me wrong! I’ve looked you up and found that you’ve held championships in other companies, but like me...you’ve yet to do the same in SCW so any of your past accomplishments mean absolute squat to me! I don’t care if I’m facing you, or that freak demon friend of yours. I’ve gotta make this one count, because I know everyone will be expecting me to walk with the loss in this one. But I can’t let that happen! I don’t think it will be easy, either, but once I get back into the ring and start throwing a few punches here, a body slam there and topping it all off with a BOBBIE Bomb, your ass will be burnt toast!

I didn’t have a problem with you before this week, Maki. In fact, what I saw of you, despite being weirder than even I’ve ever been, I’ve liked what I’ve seen and hoped you would one day win SCW gold. But...you’re not quite there. And you won’t be if you continue to focus on the Jessie Salcos or the Cystaltina Hildunichs wars with no real substance. Set your mind to it and go after what I know you’re capable of, otherwise...you’ll be the next running joke around this place and trust me, you don’t want to be that, honey!

I’m looking forward to going toe-to-toe with you, Maki! Win or lose(and I plan to win, btw), this will be a test for the both of us, and not only that, but we’ll have at least a few eyes watching us backstage, right? It’s not going to be one of those bathroom break matches so many people disrespectfully refer to it as, so let’s go out there and show everyone what we can do, yeah?!

And then after my hand is raised in victory, and your split personality or demon or whatever fails to secure you a win in this one, I can move on to facing Tempest and you can move on to...well, whoever it is that you’d rather face between Sierra and Crystaltina. Tough decision there if you ask me, but hey...the decision is yours, right?!

Good luck, Maki! I’ll see you and any alter ego you want to bring with you on Sunday!

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