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Twenty-two months! Twenty-two long months it has been since Bobbie Dahl has graced the Sin City Wrestling ring with her fun-filled antics. After her loss to Mercedes Vargas back at Climax Control 187, Bobbie simple vanished from SCW with no warning and no clue where she went! The fun disappeared! The men’s roster was deemed safe from her flirtatious ways, but...where did she go?
Bobbie! WHERE DID YOU GOOOOO?!
“Why does everyone keep asking me that?!?! Why is it anyone’s business where I disappeared to?!”
Bobbie suddenly speaks out loud rather angrily, causing those around her, and Artie, to turn and stare. Artie arches an eyebrow as he looks at her, confusion written all over his face.
“Uhhh...what? Who is asking you what?”
Where exactly are Bobbie and Artie right now? On a plane to Chicago to spend a few days in their hometown before having to fly back to Nevada for Bobbie’s in-ring return! Artie looks concerned as Bobbie scratches her head but shovels a handful of peanuts into her mouth.
“You’re telling me you didn’t hear that voice?! Or the fact that EVERYONE is so CONCERNED about where the hell I disappeared to after Argentinian Queen, Mercedes Vargas beat me two years ago?!”
No, Bobbie, they can’t hear me. And Artie shakes his head.
“Ummm...No. A-are you okay? Did you take something with your alcoholic beverage again?”
Oh, Artie. Such an adorkable guy. Bobbie, quit looking around like that. You’re going to scare the other passengers. Actually, too late for that. They’re already staring, getting more and more nervous.
“I can’t help it if I hate flying, Artie! You know that! And what are all you people staring at?! Can’t a fat girl enjoy some nuts without you staring?!”
Such lovely choice of words, Bobbie. Uh oh. Here comes the flight attendant. Calm your tits, Bobbie, before they make an emergency landing.
“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to keep your voice down. Other passengers are starting to get uncomfortable. Are you okay?”
“I’m FINE! The little twit in my head won’t keep her yap shut, though. Can I get some more nuts please?!”
The flight attendant looks to Artie and he just nervously looks away. That guy really needs to stop being so nervous around women. She then turns her attention back to Bobbie. Bobbie, she’s looking at you!
“I’m sorry, Ma’am, but the snack cart is closed for the remainder of the flight. We’ll be landing in Chicago shortly.”
“Don’t be eyeing my B-F-F like that, lady! He’s not into Vagtables. He’s a carnivore. Strictly sausage!”
What the hell am I having you say, Bobbie?! The looks you’re getting...Good lord! Pipe down!
“Huh?! Who are you?! You’re not having me say anything!!”
“B-Bobbie...M-maybe you should...relax? You’re acting...weird.”
You tell her, Artie. Maybe she’ll listen to you! Everyone is really starting to get freaked out. And all because I asked a legit question.
“Ma’am, if you don’t calm down…”
“I am calm! This stupid narrator chick is making me look crazy! Ugh. I gotta pee! ‘Scuse m...”
Bobbie watch your…
THUD!
Head...And down she goes. She stood up a little too fast and somehow hit her head on the overhead bin, collapsing right back down into her seat. The flight attendants look rather concerned, but Artie shakes his head.
“S-she’ll be fine. She’ll wake up thinking it’s a hangover. This happens all the time.”
“It’s a wonder she’s even allowed on this airline if his happens all the time. How is that possible we haven’t been warned?”
“Because this is the first time we’ve used this airline. P-please don’t report this. We’re running out of flying options and I get carsick on long driving trips…”
Oh Artie, you poor guy. You and Bobbie really would make the perfect match…
“Fine. We won’t report her this time. But please try and keep your girlfriend under control, sir.”
Artie tries to respond and tell her that he and Bobbie are not dating, but she turns and walks away. Poor Bobbie is out cold, so much so she’s actually started to snore! The other passengers are now laughing at this point and Artie just sinks down in his seat.
About an hour later…
“Whyyyyy did you let me drink so much, Artie! You’re supposed to tell me when to stop!”
Bobbie has had time to recover from knocking herself out, and she and Artie already have their luggage as they are on their way out of Chicago’s Midway Airport. She’s rubbing her head, enjoying the silence.
“Silence? You’re still yammering away in my head, chickie. I still have no clue who you are or why you’re narrating a story in my head!”
I’m the one writing your story. Just ignore me and go about your day, because this is starting to get weird. And I don’t want people thinking you’re weird! ‘Kay?!
“I think I need to lay off the booze…”
Anyway...Bobbie is enjoying the silence, as the voice inside her head is now GONE, but she’s rubbing the slight bump she now has on her head. Artie just shakes his head at her.
“I triiiiied to stop you, Bobbie. I tried to take it away from you but...you tried to bite my hand!”
“I did?!”
Artie nods and Bobbie pouts out her bottom lip. She shoves the exit door open as they walk out.
“Well shit. I’m sorry! But you know how I am with flying! I need something to relax me!”
“I knowwww. You’ll just have to be better prepared when we fly back to Nevada in a couple days.”
The sound of a car honking catches their attention and when they look just feet away from them, an older robust woman is waving towards them with a wide smile on her face.
“Y-your mom is picking us up?! B-b-but she lives over an hour away and her driving scares me...”
“She wanted us to stay with her a few days, Artie! Just pop a couple dramamine for the car ride there and you’ll be fine!”
“I...didn’t bring any.”
As Bobbie and Artie approach her mother’s SUV, Bobbie’s mother comes rushing around the front of the car, embracing her daughter and a tight hug. Once she’s finished with Bobbie, she wraps her arms around Artie, squeezing him tight.
“Oh Artie! It’s so good to see you again! We really need to put a little meat on your bones.”
“H-h-hiiii Mrs. Dahl. Oh. Owwww…”
“Ma! Be gentle with him or you’ll pop him like a pimple! Geez!”
Mrs. Dahl quickly puts Artie down as Bobbie puts their luggage into the back of the SUV. Artie takes in a deep breath and brushes himself off.
“I’m so sorry, Artie. I forget my own strength sometimes. Say...did you tell her yet?”
She lowers her voice so Bobbie can’t hear her. Artie’s eyes widen a little bit and he shakes his head. Unfortunately, Bobbie heard every word.
“Tell me what?! ARTIE YOU HAVE A SECRET?!”
Artie scratches his head, trying to come up with a good lie, but he struggles. Bobbie folds her arms and taps her foot impatiently until her mother has to interfere and lie for Artie.
“That I’m making your favorite for dinner tonight of course!”
“Ooooh I’m so excited! But why is that such a secret?! You know what, nevermind! Let’s get out of here. My head hurts and I’m famished!”
“Your head hurts? Oh, Bobbie! I really wish you wouldn’t have gotten involved in all this wrestling business! I worry about you all the time, and chasing after all those….horny men…”
Mrs. Dahl shudders and Bobbie lets out a loud laugh. A car behind them honks loudly, trying to rush them away and they finally get into the car, preparing to leave.
“They must not be that horny, because they all run off terrified! And no need to worry, Ma. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself just fine. I even have my first match back this weekend!”
“Your opponent though...yikes!”
Mra. Dahl spins around quickly, staring at Artie now more concerned for Bobbie’s safety.
“Yikez?! Why yikes?!”
“Thanks a lot Artie! Relax, Ma! I’ve got nothing to be worried about! It’s just some big breasted, tatted up tickle porn freak. I’d say I’ll just sit on her, but she might think I want us to be Lesbifriends.”
Mrs. Dahl shudders again before she turns around and shifts into drive and speeds off. Artie lurches forward and holds his stomach, already visibly nauseated.
“Language, Roberta Jean!”
“What?! I didn’t curse!”
“No, but you’re saying some inappropriate things and I won’t stand for that. You might be thirty-two years old, but I won’t have you saying such foul things around me or your father! Artie, honey, how are you holding up back there?”
Mrs. Dahl looks in the rearview mirror at Artie! He holds himself back from throwing up and just gives her a thumbs up, though he’s obviously very uncomfortle.
“Ugh. Whatever you say, Ma. Let’s just not talk about it! I’m not worried about Amanda Cortez, and I really don’t want you or Dad to keep scolding me so let’s just talk about something else. Artie...you don’t look too good!”
“I’m fff….Oh God…I’m gonna...be sick!”
“There’s a bucket on the floor behind my seat, Artie! Don’t miss, please!”
Artie finds the bucket just in time, leans forward and lets loose. Bobbie shakes her head and looks back to her mother.
“Why do you have a bucket in here?!”
“Because I know how Artie gets and I wasn’t about to have him blowing chunks all over my brand new car!”
Bobbie nods and smiles, happy with her mother’s decision. Mrs. Dahl continues to speed and weave her way through traffic and the two go on talking, leaving poor Artie to suffer alone in the backseat.
“Woooooohoooooo! I’m back! Like, officially under contract back! Officially have my first match back!! I’m so freaking excited, ya’ll have no idea!!! Even the chick narrating my story in my head is excited, but she yelled at me and told me to pretend I don’t hear her so that’s what I’m gonna do!
Let me tell ya’ll, I think I’m more excited to be around in SCW now than I was two years ago! Why, you ask?! Because there are soooo many more hot men to oogle than there was last time! I can’t get enough! Not to mention, the competition on the Bombshell division seems to be a lot more...interesting, too!
So I’ve already made a few new friends, and even one enemy it seems, but I’ll get to that insecure little hag in a bit. I’ve made so many new friends, I’m loving it! Ty and Fen(though he’ll deny it!). Emmie! Jack(he’ll deny it too, the little scaredy cat!). I’ve started my own weekly segment called Bobbie’s Boo of The Week! Man. Things are looking up!
I can’t wait to get back in the ring! I don’t even have to get back into ring-shape, either, because I didn’t lose my girlish figure while I was gone! I’ve missed stepping into that six-sided ring, pounding a few bitches and finishing them off with a Bobbie Bomb!
And despite what all my information STILL says, it’s not called the Boobie Bomb even though I like the sound of that.
Anyway….so my very first match back in almost two years is Sunday night! I didn’t care who Hot Pants and Underwood gave me, but maybe I should have. I looked up this Amanda Whoretez chickie and all I can say is…
What the flipping frackity frick?!
Is this match going to be secretly filmed for some weird porn site?! Is Amanda going to try and tickle me into submission?! Is she gonna try and get a taste of my goodies if I sit on her?! I’m trying to figure it all out, but I can’t!
Lucky for me I’m not ticklish. Also lucky for me, I’d rather have a sexy beefed up man trying to get a taste of my goods and not some icky porn chick. Yuck! I’m gonna enjoy beating this one, and maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll pop those over-inflated fake tits she’s got going on! I mean, it shouldn’t be hard to do!
This time around is going to be different! I didn’t get a chance to do much in my short time in SCW last time, but that’s all about to change! It all starts with Amanda Cortez and then in a few weeks at Into The Void when I face Sierra Williams.
Poor Lachlan Kane. Engaged to such an insecure controlling woman! Don’t worry, Lachlan. You deserve so much better than her, and you know where to find me, sexy buns. *winks*
Bobbie Dahl is back, bitches! IT’S TIME TO PARTYYYY!!!!