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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…
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Alleyne Mahoe was a big woman, but one with small needs. She had never had much use for living excessively, or the over abundance of possessing too many material possessions, in particular ones in which she had little to no need. She was not one of those women who would walk into a Target department store and walk out with one of those “Live, Laugh, Love” wall hangings on a whim. It was a trait she had learned from her parents, who were by no means poor, but with a family to raise in Honolulu, they were careful. And if you knew anything about visiting or especially living in this island paradise, it was that it cost a lot of money to be here.
Yet the children were not made to do without just because. They were indulged on occasion, but they were also taught to respect those indulgences. Taught not to take them for granted. So when Alleyne struck out on her own, like her siblings, she did not feel the need to go overboard with money and that taste of freedom, and the pending disaster that could have been the combination of the two. It was why Alleyne aka Tempest chose not to go big when she found an apartment in Las Vegas to live in while she first started her training at the GO Gym. She easily could have done so with the income she still pulled in as owner of Mahoe Bonds back in Hawaii, and the contract she netted once she had been signed as an SCW Bombshell. Unlike it was believed, she did not stay with the Stevens during her training, despite a previous offer. Alleyne had worked a dangerous career, apprehending even more so dangerous criminals. The gunshot and knife wound scars she still sported as “war wounds” were a testament to this, and her being near Gabriel and Odette’s children was simply not an ideal condition.
Her conclusion, not the Stevens.
So Odette had helped her find a place to call her own during her tenure in Las Vegas, one in which she could live comfortably. It was surprisingly easy, given her not being what would be considered ‘high maintenance.’
Maverick & Hidden Village Apartments
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The front door opened to the one bedroom apartment, and the 6’3” Tempest set foot inside, the darkening evening sky seen behind her. She closed the door and locked it behind her, then turned around and dropped the keys into a small dish on the oval wooden coffee table in front of the cocoa brown sofa. As stated, there was little unnecessary decor, save for three small paintings and a “Welcome Home” carving, a gift from the Stevens. The paintings? Entirely her own. Just for a little color.
Here’s a small, fun fact about Tempest; she had an appreciation for art.
Back to our story! Tempest then walked across her living room and to the kitchen where she opened the fridge and fished out a bottle of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, a much desired drink to rest and relax after a hard day’s workout at the Stevens Gym facility. Tempest had indeed graduated from that very Gym in late 2020, but it was a belief of Gabriel and Odette that one never stopped being a student, nor stopped having the need to train, lest their in-ring skill atrophy. And now that she had a big match (literally as well as figuratively) against Bobbie Dahl in just a matter of days, the training would only intensify. With the exception of her being inside of the ring with one of the Icons of SCW in Samantha Marlowe many moons ago, this would be her biggest match to date. Again, literally as well as figuratively, as Bobbie Dahl was the only woman who came close to matching her in size and strength. Thus, she would need to be extra careful and fully prepared.
She had eaten dinner at the Gym, but was still hungry and - after placing an order for delivery from a Greek restaurant she had taken a liking to, she sat at the two-seater table against the wall with her beer to relax, when her phone went off. Sighing, the remainder of her evening now interrupted, she picked up her phone and immediately recognized the number. She clicked on it, answering…
“Hello Mama.” Yes, Tempest indeed was talking to her lovely mother back home in Hawaii, Nalani Mahoe. She pulled the beer bottle from her lips and frowned, “What are you still doing up?”
Her mother answered, “Sweetheart, it’s only just past six here. We’re three hours ahead of you in Las Vegas.”
Tempest cast a sidelong glance at the clock on the wall, reading it indeed was just after nine. She sighed and shook her head. “I keep getting the time differences mixed up. Is everything okay?”
“Yes, Alleyne, everything is fine.” Nalani said. “Your father and I were just wondering if everything was okay with you. You haven’t phoned in a few days.”
“I didn’t phone every day when I lived in Honolulu and you didn’t call to check on me.”
“Well you’re not in Hawaii right now, are you?” Nalani shot back, and doing so quite easily. Her mind as sharp as always. “Las Vegas is, what? Almost three thousand miles away? Plus a whole Pacific Ocean separating us.”
“Touche.” Tempest said after taking another sip from her bottle and setting it back down on her table. Somehow it seemed almost offensive to be drinking while speaking with her mother. “I’ve just been busy working out and getting prepared for this match on Sunday. You and Dad are going to watch, right?”
Her mom answered, “We haven’t missed one of your matches yet. We’re not about to miss one now. Especially at such a grand event.” Tempest could not help but smile with pride, that both of her parents had invested such an interest in her new path in life. Then her mom said, “We’re just worried about you, that’s all.”
“Worried? About me?” Tempest frowned as her fingers wrapped again around the bottle which now was forming a wisp of condensation on the glass. “That Bobbie chick is not going to be able to beat me.”
“It’s not that, dear. It’s just … You're upsetting so many people.”
Tempest pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it as if it had just told the foulest joke that made little to no sense. She then resumed the discussion with her mom and said, “I didn't get involved in this sport to make friends, mom.”
“You keep calling it a sport.” Nalani countered. “It's totally barbaric! I never liked it. It’s why you and your brothers had to sneak behind my and your father’s backs to watch it when you were kids.”
“I didn’t have to sneak anything, Mom.” Tempest protested. “Dad let us watch it.”
And now the shoe was on the other foot as it were, as the silence on the other end of this call was deafening. Tempest smiled, knowing she had just inadvertently thrown her lovely father under the bus and he would most likely be reprimanded by his strong-willed wife. For something that had happened almost thirty years ago.
But then her mom was back on the line, asking a question that Alleyne had heard so many times before. “Why DID you get involved in wrestling?”
“YOU'RE the one who wanted me to get away from my bonds business!”
Nalani said, “Of course I did, dear, but only because it was so dangerous! We almost lost you once when you got shot! I've seen what some of those wrestlers do to each other! Good lord, that Bobbie Dahl girl put you through a wall!”
“It was the barricade around the ring, Mom.” Tempest corrected her. “Not a wall.”
“My point remains the same.” She said. “You could have done so much more than putting yourself in harm’s way. Just in a different way.”
“LOOK at me Mother!” Tempest argued, her eyes now glistening as old memories that would always remain returned to the forefront of her mind. Her mom and dad always told her how lovely she was, but they were her doting parents. Their only daughter in a family of boys. They had to say that. “I can't exactly be a supermodel! My options are limited!”
Just then, before this could go any further and something that might be said between them, there was a knock on the door to her apartment. Saved by the bell! Or rather, the knock.
“Mom, I have to go.” She said hurriedly to sever this conversation before her Mom could simply repeat the same things she said to a teary-eyed teenage girl after another seemingly endless barrage of bullying and tormenting in school. “There’s someone at the door.”
“Alright, dear.” Nalani said. “Just don’t wait so long to phone us, alright?”
“Alright.” She said as she walked across the room, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “Love you.”
“I love you too.” Her mom said in that soothing way, just before she heard the click of the call being ended. Tempest quickly placed the phone on the coffee table, and for a brief moment, her eyes strayed to a framed photograph; one in which Alleyne herself was standing beside a rather handsome man in a military uniform; a Marine’s to be more precise. She seemed frozen, but for the briefest of seconds, before she reached the door ...
The GO Gym
The lights remained dim above one of the multiple rings while the remainder of the Gym wax bathed in darkness, everything cloaked in shadow. And there, leaning against the ring ropes and staring outside of the ring was none other than the Amazon Bombshell; Tempest. Her forearms rested heavily against the top ring ropes and that stare bored heavily into the camera.
“Bobbie Dahl. Girl, you just couldn't leave well enough alone, could you? You just couldn't resist the temptation of trying to make your return actually mean something, when under normal circumstances, people couldn't care less. And how do you accomplish this? By playing the role of hero to the Bombshell division. Their savior. Paragon.”
She leaned just a hint to the side with hand raised, palm up, and gave a WTF expression on her face as she added one more word to the equation.
“Hypocrite.”
She leaned her head toward the right, as if confused or perplexed. She gave a slight shake of her head, the modest earrings dangling lightly on her earlobes.
“What's the matter, Bobbie? Didn’t see that coming? Did you think I wouldn't have known, or done my own research? You know what I’m talking about, girl. Did you think it was so long ago that you hoped the past would stay buried and people would -- oh I don't know. Forgive and forget? Well let me remind you. And apparently remind everyone else who decided to ignore history and instead hit rewind and erase.”
She held up a hand and counted off a number of names from her fingers.
“Dani Weston. Odette Stevens. Alicia Lukas. Mercedes Vargas. All women you attacked brutally. All women you attacked without a justifiable cause. Oh, wait…”
She held up her hands, eyes closed with a smile and nodded.
“Forgive me. You DID have a justifiable cause - at least in your own head. It was “just business.” Just. Business. Even when one of those victims was a woman you claimed as a friend. That's what getting ahead in this business meant to you, to have your name on the tips of everyone's tongues; to turn your back on a friend. A friend who was recovering from an injury and you put her right back there on the injured list and who has not set foot inside of the ring since! All because of you, Bobbie. And yet there you stand, staring me down in judgement and accusing me of being some sort of heinous monster, when by comparison, you’ve done more. And worse. And did you notice? Two of those names, namely Dani and the GO Gyms matriarch, Odette? Both representatives of the same facility. It's almost as if you held some grudge with the Gym, or at least the female representation. Why? Maybe because every one - every single one - has accomplished more than you ever have or ever will.”
“You are just DAMN lucky that I wasn’t around back then girl, because the biggest mistake you had made was when you escalated things by attacking Odette Stevens! Remember that? Or is that selective memory of yours acting up again? I can't say I’d be surprised, especially considering that one act was going one too far. Not even I inspired a gang attack like the one that you suffered through! How many women met you in the hall when you got the mass beat down that you deserved? All of the above. You even drew in the ladies from London Underground AND lured Devona back just for that one momentous occasion! And had it not been for Roxi Johnson, a woman you TRIED to attack and failed miserably, you would have gotten worse!”
“Now why in God's name Fenris is going around, still treating you like gold when you've done so much wrong on people he was or IS close to, is beyond me. But I'm not here to judge who that boy calls friend. It's not my right to judge his poor taste in friends. Just treasure it girlfriend because it seems to be the only friendship that you’ve developed that you haven’t found a way to throw aside. Yet.”
“Now as for me? Samantha Marlowe. Bella Madison. Violet Amelia Holt. Courtney Pierce. Unlike you, I went after two at a time, not one like you, knowing I had them outmatched in size. Oh, and Artie. Let’s not forget him.”
Tempest winked into the camera with a smile.
“How is that little darling doing, anyway? How’s his head? Oh, enough about immaterial people. This is about so much more, Bobbie. This is about just you and I. But come on Bobbie! Everything I’ve done? Every one of those attacks that you’ve been going on about? It was ‘just business.’ Isn't that what you said for months to excuse what you did?”
Tempest looked upward and shook her head, biting at her lower lip.
“My god. You even have Amber Ryan blinded with fun Bobbie, having her believe me to be a villain and you some heroic figure. You have her saying she hates bullies, not knowing that you were the biggest of them all! Now I get it, girl. I understand just why you did what you did. But right there lies the difference between us. You wanted people to think you were something you're not; a legitimate bad ass. A threat. Someone to fear and be intimidated by. And me? I did it to make a statement and remind everyone that I am all of that, and everything that you're not.”
“Sunday is all the time I need to send you packing back to wherever it is that you came from.”