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Scene One:
Sunday September 8th
Somewhere On The Beach In Aruba
The Lonliness Sets In
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Climax Control isn’t even over yet, but Bobbie couldn’t wait to get away from the show and everyone backstage. To say her mood has been foul the last couple of weeks is an understatement at best. She has been worse than Oscar the Grouch. Worse than Grumpy. Not one person has even seen her smile, and for those closest to Bobbie, it’s starting to concern them.
Following her “interview” with Pussy Willow, Bobbie left the show area and headed outside towards the beach. It’s where she has spent a good portion of her time the last few days since arriving in Aruba, but not for the same reason as everyone else. She didn’t care about tanning or any of that high maintenance stuff most other women did. No. She just needed to clear her head, and this was the only way she knew how.
That and a good stiff drink.
While everyone else is focusing on the show, she has the perfect opportunity to take in some alone time and think about the events of the last few weeks. But she needed to make a phone call first. To Artie.
Before the show even started Bobbie had learned from Christian Underwood that Artie had requested some personal time off, and that it had been granted. It was the reason he wasn’t in Aruba, and it came as a shock to Bobbie. Well...sort of.
Bobbie: C’mon, Artie. Answer the phone. Please.
She dialed his number, hoping he would answer. Things hadn’t gone well the last time they had seen or spoken to each other, and Artie ended up walking away from her. That had never happened in the twenty plus years they had been friends, and it was heartbreaking to say the least.
Bobbie: You can’t ignore my call, Artie! You can’t ignore me!
But that is exactly what he is doing. Her face falls and saddens even more as the call finally goes to voicemail. She quickly contemplates hanging up and not leaving a message, but she chooses the opposite.
Bobbie: Artie! Please call me back! What is with you requesting time off?! You could have let me know! Look...we need to talk. Please. Just...call me back.
She ends the call and the message at that, knowing Artie probably won’t call her back. At least not anytime soon. And that is even if he gets the message because her gut is telling her that Ronnie will intervene and delete the message before Artie can even listen to it. She slams her phone down into the sand as she drops down herself and just looks out into the ocean.
How had she gotten her? To this point? How had things gone so completely wrong. She had numerous opportunities to tell Artie how she felt and she took none of them. And she blamed it all on Ronnie. In truth, it wasn’t completely Ronnie’s fault, but it was better to blame the crazy clinger girlfriend than to ever blame herself.
As she watches the waves crash in the ocean and the sun fade into the horizon, her phone starts ringing. Her heart immediately flutters, and without even glancing at the screen to see who is calling, she answers it.
Bobbie: Artie! About time you—
Ken: Heyyy, sweetie. How’s Aruba treating you?
She frowns quickly. Of course it wasn’t Artie. But she was at least happy to hear from her father.
Bobbie: Oh. Hey, Dad. Aruba is...okay.
Ken: Just okay? You’re in one of the most beautiful islands on Earth! You’ve gotta be enjoying it at least a little.
He knows she wasn’t. And he also knows why.
Bobbie: I mean, sure. Aruba is beautiful. I won’t deny that. But, I’m not having a very good time.
Ken: Bobbie, you’ve gotta get over this horrible mood you’ve been in lately. It’s not a very good look for you.
Bobbie rolls her eyes, not that he could see her. She runs her left hand through the sand and just shrugs.
Bobbie: Easier said than done, Dad. And I don’t care if it’s a good look for me or not. I’m allowed to have my bad days, but apparently no one else seems to agree.
Ken: Days, yes. But weeks? Pardon me if I disagree, sweetie. I know what this is all about and you just have to…move on. Distract yourself. Hell, use this wrestling career of yours as your distraction. You’re starting to let it affect even that, and it’s not good.
She lets out a sigh. Deep down, she knows he’s right, but no matter how hard she tries, she can’t seem to get past it right now.
Bobbie: Who am I kidding, Dad? I’m not gonna get anywhere in wrestling. My first few matches this time around I got lucky, but I’ll never be a champion. No one believes in me. Not really.
Ken: Bobbie...all that matters is that you believe in yourself. And I don’t know where you got this nonsense in your head that no one believes in you, because that is far from the truth. One of your bosses even said otherwise, didn’t he?
Bobbie: He was lying, Dad!
He lets out a sigh and Bobbie can almost see him shaking her head.
Ken: You’re wrong and you know it. Plenty of people believe in you, but for some reason, you’ve started to doubt yourself and it’s all because of this situation with Artie. Part of me is tempted to walk across the street right now and speak to him and tell him what he can’t seem to see.
Bobbie: He knows, Dad.
A brief silence follows and Bobbie picks up a handful of sand, letting it fall through her fingers.
Ken: You...you told him?
She shakes her head.
Bobbie: No. But he knows. He tried everything to get me to say the words, but I couldn’t do it! I choked at even that!
Ken: Sweetie, why didn’t you tell him? You had the perfect opportunity!
Bobbie: I couldn’t do it, Dad. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. It’s not like he’s going to break up with Ronnie to be with me, so what good would it do?
He sighs again. Bobbie watches in the distance as a couple walks hand in hand down the beach, enjoying all that Aruba has to offer.
Ken: What did I tell you before, sweetie? You’ll never know if you don’t say the words, but now you may never get that chance again. You’ll run around, having no problem at all expressing your interest in good looking men, but you can’t even tell Artie that you’re in love with him? I’m disappointed.
His last words stung. Again, she knows he is right, but none of it matters now. Artie isn’t here. And for all she knows, he won’t be coming back.
Bobbie: I’m disappointed in myself, Dad! And that’s how it’s going to keep going. Disappointment after disappointment. I should just come back home and forget this wrestling crap.
Ken: You do that and I think it’ll be time you find a place of your own. Your mother and I have no problem allowing you to stay here while you’re travelling to and from shows, but if you give up on something you could truly be successful at? I’m not going to allow it any longer.
Bobbie’s jaw drops. She blinks and goes silent for a moment.
Bobbie: You...you can’t be serious!
Ken: Oh I am. Bobbie, I didn’t see it before, but I see it now. You’re meant to be a wrestler. You’re going to do great things as soon as you start believing in yourself again, but if you quit? You’re on your own. And there won’t be any negotiations with your mother, either.
Bobbie: So you’re basically forcing me go through more embarrassment?! Thanks, Dad!
Ken: Bobbie, that’s not what I’m do—
*CLICK* Bobbie has had enough, quickly hanging up on her father, turning her phone off and slamming it into the sand again. She pulls her knees up into her chest, buries her head into her knees and starts to cry.
Scene Two:
Dinner With The Boys
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It was no secret that when someone was doing their best to remain anti-social, Bobbie would do her best to stop it. She’d bug someone until they couldn’t take it anymore and forced them to go out for a night of fun, or she’d threaten to come drag them from wherever they were hiding if they didn’t. Just ask Jack Asher how many times she pulled that with him.
But now the tables have turned. Now it is Bobbie who wishes to be anti-social, and everyone she’s ever refused to do the same, is now forcing HER to get out and do something. Two specific people this time?
Ty West and Fenris. Well...it is mainly Ty forcing the outing, as Fenris is being...Fenris.
Bobbie was more than happy to stay in her room and enjoy her dinner away from the general public. Those closest to her were having none of it, but Bobbie was being more stubborn than even Jack Asher had been. How so, you might ask? She’s currently locked away in her hotel room in St. Barts, channel surfing slowly, but looking rather bored and she doesn’t care. Just then there is a knock on the door.
bbb“Room Service!”
Bobbie jumps up from the bed, dashing towards the dood.
Bobbie: About damn time! I’m fam—
As soon as Bobbie opens the door, her voice trails off and her expression angers. Why? Because standing before her is none other than Ty West, grinning proudly.
Bobbie: Ty?! What are you doing here? How did you find me and where is my REAL room service?
The grin doesn’t fade from Ty’s face.
Ty: I told you that you weren’t going to hide from us. It was pretty easy to find you. And as for the room service, we figured you would try and use that as an excuse not to join us for dinner, so we checked and had it cancelled.
Bobbie: We? And how did you do that?! Hotel guests are supposed to have some privacy!
Ty shakes his head and smirks.
Ty: Do you really need to ask that knowing who I’m with?
Bobbie: I already declined your invitation to dinner. I’m not about to hang around someone who insulted me!
Ty: Jan was just defending himself when he thought you were insulting him because of his lips. It’s called a misunderstanding, Bobbie. If it makes you feel better, I made Jan promise to be on his best behavior.
Bobbie lets out a loud guttural laugh. She leans against the door frame and folds her arms.
Bobbie: Nice try, but it doesn’t. Fenris hates me and he’s not afraid to show it!
Ty: He doesn’t hate you. He just doesn’t know you very well. This is your chance to get him to warm up to you more. Come on.
Ty tries his best not to beg, but he has to play it up a little. Bobbie rolls her eyes and no matter how hard she tries, she can’t stop herself from cracking a smile.
Bobbie: I doubt that’ll happen, but since you cancelled my room service, I might as well. But I won’t hesitate to bitch out Fenris if I need to!
Ty: I promise it won’t happen. Just go get ready and meet us in the lobby when you’re done.
Bobbie grumbles and she reluctantly obliges. She disappears back into her room to change her clothes and Ty heads back to the lobby to join a waiting Fenris.
Thirty minutes later…
The scene opens up in an undisclosed restaurant in St. Barts. Bobbie, Ty and Fenris are now seated at a table, enjoying some drinks. They seem to be waiting for their dinner to arrive, and Ty looks back and forth between Bobbie and Fenris, waiting for either of them to break their silence. In the end, he has to make the decision to strike up conversation.
Ty: So, Bobbie...are you feeling better about this match coming up? Big opportunity for you.
Bobbie shrugs. Fenris narrows his eyes as he sees this, but he remains quiet for the moment, taking a drink of whatever he has in front of him.
Bobbie: It’s whatever, I guess. I’m not making a big deal about it, honestly.
Fenris: Because THAT is a good attitude to have going into a match with a title opportunity on the line.
Bobbie doesn’t seem too bothered by his comment. Ty, on the other hand, gives him a stern look.
Ty: Jan, be nice. You promised…
Fenris: I was being nice! You know damn well I could have said worse.
Bobbie: It’s ok, Ty. I meant that I’m going into this match with no expectations. Can’t be disappointed that way.
Fenris still seems to disagree, but Ty doesn’t show it as much as Fenris. Bobbie takes a sip of her iced tea and leans back in her chair, toying with her straw.
Ty: Well no matter what, we’re rooting for you. You just have to believe in yourself.
Bobbie: Uh huh…
Bobbie’s less than enthusiastic attitude finally annoys Fenris just enough that he has to speak up about it.
Fenris: For fuck’s sake! Do we have to fly back to where you live with you next week just to kick Artie’s ass for you?! That seems to be the only way you’ll get out of this not give a fuck attitude.
Ty: Jan! Not here…
Ty has to speak under his breath, hoping to not make a scene. Luckily none of the restaurant patrons have turned to look in their direction.
Bobbie: This isn’t Artie’s fault, Fen! This is all on me. He tried to get me to say the words, but I couldn’t do it so I have only myself to blame.
Fenris: Christ! You’ve wanted a taste of that kid’s sausage for how long and you couldn’t fess up?
Ty: Why couldn’t you say anything?
Bobbie shrugs again.
Bobbie: I wish I knew!
Fenris: Not to mention you also have no problem speaking up about any other guy you find attractive.
Ty: I think she just needs to get her mind off of Artie for a while. It’s only dragging her down even more.
Bobbie lets out a slight laugh.
Bobbie: I’ve tried countless times. I don’t know what will help.
Fenris: My offer from earlier still stands. Tonight only. Take it or leave it!
The offer that Fenris is referring to came from a tweet earlier in the day. A tweet in which he said the two could let Bobbie watch them make out, knowing how intrigued Bobbie has been in the details of their relationship. Bobbie grins, but she shakes her head.
Bobbie: Thanks for the offer, but I’m good. I’ve seen two guys making out in the past anyway…
Fenris: But you haven’t seen US..
Ty: Ok, Jan, she already declined the offer.
Bobbie laughs.
Ty: I know what might work. Dani will be here soon. You two should meet up. Enjoy a girl’s day to get your mind off of...things.
Bobbie: I’ll think about it. I’ve got stuff to do before my match, and I’d hate for Hot Pants to accuse me of being lazy.
Ty: I think he was just trying to light a fire under you. Get you back to the Bobbie we all know and love.
Bobbie laughs and shakes her head.
Bobbie: Mark Ward? Light a fire under me? Unlikely! I’m sure he was very serious, but I don’t care. He doesn’t see what I see. He hasn’t had to walk a mile in my shoes. The shoes of an overweight woman in the wrestling business.
Fenris: And until recently, you never gave a fuck about what anyone said about your weight. You went out there and proved every one of them wrong!
Bobbie: Until they put me in that stupid Ultimate-X Match that I stood no chance of winning!
Fenris grits his teeth and growls. Ty places a hand on his shoulder, managing to calm him down for the moment.
Ty: And you did pretty well from what we saw. You came close to winning, and I believe had you not gotten distracted by...a certain someone...you’d be the champion right now.
Bobbie: So you’re saying Artie being my valet is a distraction?
Fenris: Considering you’re in love with the kid, I’d say it’s pretty damn obvious he is!
Ty: And maybe him taking some time away is a good thing. You can really focus on the match and not worry about him at ringside.
Bobbie thinks for a moment, not having realized that until now. She doesn’t get a chance to respond, however, as their food is finally brought to the table. Fenris is served his vegetarian meal, of course, while Bobbie looks down at her plate with eager eyes. She’s opted for a delicious looking steak and she glances at Fenris.
Bobbie: Mmm-mmm-mmm! There’s nothing like a good juicy steak for dinner! Don’t you agree, Fenris?
She looks at him as she wastes no time cutting a piece and shoveling it in her mouth, taking her time chewing it. Fenris, however, rolls his eyes
Bobbie: Oh. That’s right. You’d rather eat rabbit food, than the actual rabbit itself. Shame…
Ty: Bobbie…
Fenris: That fly that landed on that piece you just popped into your mouth it's really seeming to enjoy it.
Bobbie stares down at her food suspiciously as Fenris rests his chin in the palm of his hand.
Fenris: Go ahead and take another bite. I dare you.
Bobbie stares at her food again and then shrugs before cutting off another piece.
Bobbie: Ah what the hell. More protein!
She takes another bite without a care and Fenris just stares at her, shocked.
Fenris: God you’re fucking sick!
He turns and glances at Ty.
Fenris: I like her…
They then begin to dig into their own meals. At one point Fenris looks past Bobbie.
Fenris: Hey. Is that Artie walking towards us?
Bobbie’s head bolts up and she quickly turns to look behind her. When she does, Kyssa’s head pops up from underneath the table and snatches the rest of Bobbie’s steak right off her plate, taking it back under the table! Bobbie spins around and sees her empty plate and looks around.
Bobbie: What the hell?!
Fenris grins and holds back a laugh as Ty simply shakes his head.
“I can’t think of a better name to call this tour than what Mark and Christian chose with the Paradise Lost tour! This had indeed been paradise lost so far, but here’s hoping the remainder of the tour finds better days! I’ve got yet another huge opportunity coming up on Climax Control, but as I told Ty and Fenris, I’m walking into this match with ZERO EXPECTATIONS!
Before the Ultimate-X Match at Summer XXXtreme, I was confident. Hell, I was almost sure I’d win that match because I wanted it that bad. The odds were stacked high against me and I was determined to win, but little did I know that there was such a thing as being over confident. I let it get to my head, and in the end, it all cost me.
I won’t make that same mistake twice, that’s for damn sure! Confidence is key, sure, but overconfidence is killer! I learned that the hard way and I’m still trying to dust myself off and bounce back from it all. Luckily this week the match is a little more in my favor, and I plan on making the best of it!
You all wanna know something? I’m soooo excited that I get another crack at Kate Steele! Especially considering she outlasted me in the Ultimate-X match! I’d feel even better if this match were one-on-one, but hey...beggars can’t be choosers!
Kate, honey..listen up close. Listen REALLY hard to what I’m about to say to you and take it VERY seriously...YOU’RE FRIGGIN’ CRAZY!! Yeah, I said it. And I’ll say it to your damn face!
You’ve lost your marbles. All of the wires have come loose in your brain. You’re nuts! Bonkers! INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE! I don’t know how else to say it, but it’s the truth! You need a big dose of reality, and at Climax Control, I’m gonna give that dose to ya! I felt sorry for you at first, but now?
Not so much!
You’re married to a lying, cheating, sleezebag piece of garbage and you’re still chasing after him! You’re letting it ruin your entire life, and you don’t seem to give a damn! Oh, and you’ve got some CRAZY notion in your head that if you win the Bombshell Roulette Championship that you’ll be some Roulette power couple in SCW. Girllll…I don’t think so!
It’s bad enough having Teddy as the Men’s Roulette Champ, but do you honestly think anyone is going to let that crazy little dream of yours become a reality?! Oops...I said the “C” word again! Maybe now you’ll actually respond to it, because you obviously didn’t get the hint I dropped on Twitter last week!
Kate...I think after this match, someone needs to stage an intervention. Your friends...your family...they need to get you locked up in the psych ward involuntarily because ya clearly ain’t gonna go by yourself! This obsession you have for that ‘man’ who DOES NOT LOVE YOU is unhealthy, Kate. But don’t worry. I’ll be sure to hit you with a Bobbie Bomb strong enough to knock some sense back into you!
You’re not good enough to be Roulette Champ, Kate. You’ve lost the greatness you once had, so it’s time you realized that and moved on! Let those of us who want the title for the RIGHT reasons fight for it. You only want the damn thing because you think Teddy will come running back to you! I’m sure Sierra will agree with me.
Right, Sierra?! Heyyyyyy, chickie! Long time no see! I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye but do me a favor, will ya? Help me get Kate outta the picture early enough and we can show the fans what they REALLY wanna see!
I gotta admit, I was surprised that you’re suddenly all interested in singles gold. Before you were all about getting those mixed tag titles back with that sexy fiancee of yours. Had Jack and Emmie not been a part of the tournament I would have bet money on you two, but tough luck, Sierra.
But you know all about tough luck, right Sierra?
Don’t get me wrong, you gave me a run for my money when we fought at Into The Void a couple months ago. You very well could have beat me, and I would have owned up to it if you did.
But you didn’t!
I’ve already beaten you, Sierra! I’ve already proven I can beat you, so I’m not expecting anything different in this match! Then again, I’m not expecting the same, because anything can happen. You could have someone interfere. Kate could have someone interfere. I don’t know! My point is, SHIT HAPPENS!
But singles matches aren’t exactly you’re strength, are they Sierra?! If you ask me, when you don’t have Lachlan carrying your ass in matches, you can’t get anywhere otherwise! Harsh words? Maybe, but it’s just what I’ve observed since I’ve been back in SCW.
I know you want a shot at singles gold, Sierra. And I get why! But like Kate, I think you want this shot for the wrong reason! And that reason is Lachlan. Because Lachlan had his own shot at singles gold, suddenly you want the same! What the hell is with you two wanting title shots because of your men?!
Me? I want this title shot for ME! I’m not wanting it thinking Artie will come running to me, or because someone else had the shot. I want it because I’ve been busting my ass and I deserve it! It hasn’t been easy, but damn it...it’s not supposed to be, is it?!
This match on Sunday will be my FIRST roulette rules match ever. Anything can happen. That wheel has had bizarre stipulations recently, but do you think I care?!
Nope!
I’m going to go out there and prove how bad I want this. I’m going to prove AGAIN, why I deserve it, and why win or lose...I’m NOT giving up! If I should lose on Sunday, which I HOPE I don’t...I’m not going to accept being tossed to the back of the line, either. I’m going to keep fighting. Keep scratching and clawing my way until I have that Roulette Championship in MY possession.
People can say I don’t stand a chance. They can say I’m at a disadvantage because of my weight, but to those people I have FIVE words…
KISS. MY. FAT. WHITE. ASS!!
Sunday is the beginning!
No excuses! No distractions!
NO EXPECTATIONS!!”