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Monday December 16th
All I Want For Christmas…
It’s that time of year again, folks! The holiday season is in full swing with just nine days to go until Christmas. It’s hard to believe it’s already here, as it seems like we were all just ringing in 2024 just a couple of months ago. The years are just flying by faster than ever. If you blink you just might miss something.
Christmas has always been Bobbie’s favorite holiday of the year, next to Halloween. The decorations. The lights. Just the amount of joy you’re supposed to feel spending time with your loved ones. Key words being ‘supposed to feel.’ Because that is not always the case. Some people absolutely dread the holidays simply because of the stress and chaos it brings, only to feel relief and an incredible weight lifted off of their shoulders once the holidays are over. Right now Bobbie is not sure how she feels going into Christmas this year.
She already decorated her and Artie’s home, but unlike in year’s past, it was very minimal. Their Christmas tree was up and decorated, yes. But she didn’t spend the time hanging up as many ornaments as she normally does. She didn’t hang up as many lights or garland or the like. Simply put, Bobbie just isn’t feeling completely festive this year. And right now, she needs some friend time as that may put her in brighter spirits.
It has been a bit since she visited the other “boys” in her life, as she liked to call them. Fenris and Aron that is. She would have gladly invited them to Thanksgiving dinner as she had done last year, but considering everything that has happened this year, she did not want to put them in an awkward position. And that was when she didn’t know her awful mother in law was attending.
Needless to say, Fenris and Aron always had a way of cheering her up. Even Fenris and his brash personality. Bobbie enjoyed any interaction she had with him. And Aron was just comforting in a different and more appropriate way sometimes. Either way, she enjoyed being around them both.
After being let up to the floor where their condo was, Bobbie is just about to their door. She has a bag in her right hand and when she walks up to their door, it suddenly swings open before she has a chance to knock or ring the doorbell. She smiles as she is first greeted by Aron.
Bobbie: Well aren’t you a sight for sore thighs…er, I mean eyes!
Aron smiles and lets out a laugh, knowing full well Bobbie meant what she said first.
Aron: Good to see you, too, Bobbie. Come on in.
Aron steps aside as he invites Bobbie inside. She looks around for Fenris, spotting him sitting at the kitchen island. She puts on her biggest smile as she greets him.
Bobbie: Ebenezer Scrooge! Great to see ya, buddy!
Fenris slowly turns his head and gives her an unimpressed look and rolls his eyes. Bobbie walks right up to him, places the bag down next to him on the island and with little warning, wraps her arms around him in a big hug.
Fenris: How many times do I have to tell you…
Bobbie: Oh hush, you big bear, you. You know I’m never gonna stop giving you a hug no matter what you say.
Bobbie turns around and gives Aron a hug as well, not daring to forget about him in this case. When she backs away, she looks around for Fenris’ husband, David.
Bobbie: Where’s the third hunk? That significant other of yours?
She looks at Fenris’ as she asks this.
Fenris: He had to run some errands. Or maybe it was just an excuse to avoid your constant grabby hands…
Bobbie laughs innocently and shakes her head.
Bobbie: What can I say. My hands have a mind of their own sometimes.
Fenris: And how does your own husband feel about that?
Aron: Relax, K. Artie knows it’s all harmless fun. If he had a problem with it, I’m sure Bobbie wouldn’t do it.
Bobbie nods.
Bobbie: Absolutely! Artie is my one and only, and he knows that while my hands might misbehave sometimes, I would never–
Fenris: Cheat on him like his mother did to his father? I would certainly hope she wouldn’t be such a heartless bitch.
Bobbie’s smile quickly fades and she is left slightly speechless. Aron shakes his head.
Aron: K, now is not the time to bring that up. It’s a good thing Artie wasn’t here to hear that.
Bobbie: It’s okay, Aron. He has a point, anyway. And he’s right. I wouldn’t be that heartless to ever do that to Artie.
A silence falls between them all for a few moments as they all decide what to talk about next. Fenris then looks to the bag that Bobbie brought with her, pointing to it.
Fenris: I’m going to regret asking this, but what’s in the bag?
Bobbie’s huge smile returns and she jumps up and down excitedly. Despite all of the stress and anxiety she had been under recently, she was doing her best to hide it around her two closest friends. Fenris looks to Aron, who shrugs and shakes his head, just as in the dark about this as Fenris is.
Bobbie: So I was waiting to tell everyone else until Christmas, but I wanted you two to be the first to know. I special ordered these…
Bobbie reaches into the bag and pulls out…a set of baby onesies?! She holds the first one up and it reads ‘GRUNCLE.’ She sets that one down in front of Fenris, and the other one that reads ‘FUNCLE’ she sets down by Aron. Both men’s jaws drop open and Aron points to the baby onesie.
Aron: Wait…you’re pregnant?!
Fenris: Don’t you dare ask me to babysit or change a shitty diaper.
Bobbie laughs, but ultimately she shakes her head and takes the onesie’s back.
Bobbie: No, no, no. I’m not pregnant. Well..not yet anyway. I just wanted to let you two know that I’m going to start IVF after the start of the new year. So if all goes well…
Fenris: What the hell does Gruncle mean anyway?
Bobbie: Grumpy Uncle. GRUNCLE. GRUNCLE FENRIS! And Fun Uncle…FUNCLE ARON!
Fenris lets out an audible groan and shakes his head. Aron laughs but he places a caring hand on Bobbie’s shoulder.
Aron: Well I hope it all works out for you and Artie. IVF, though…That’s pretty physically taxing isn’t it?
Bobbie: I’ve heard it can be, yeah. I’ll probably have to stop wrestling at some point even before getting pregnant, but…Artie wanted us to give it a shot.
Bobbie’s voice trails off a bit as she starts talking about the IVF plans. She slowly folds the onesies and places them back in the bag. Aron can immediately sense that something is off, as does Fenris, but Aron is the one to question her first.
Aron: You say Artie wanted you to give it a shot, but what about you? Is that what you want?
Fenris: Don’t forget that when you win your match this weekend you get a shot at the Bombshell Roulette Championship again.
Bobbie: IF I win, Fenris. My record lately kinda speaks for itself. And as for what I want?
She takes a few moments to think over her answer carefully. Truthfully, she isn’t quite sure of what she wants.
Bobbie: I just want Artie and I to be parents. I want Artie to be a Daddy and IVF is the best chance we have.
Aron: There are other options out there, Bobbie. You don’t have to put your body through the challenges of IVF just so you and Artie can have a child. IVF isn’t even a guarantee.
Fenris suddenly lets out a laugh causing Aron and Bobbie to stare at him, confused.
Aron: K, what is so funny about this?
Fenris: Oh nothing is funny about this. But what’s fucked up is that the people who should be able to have kids, can’t. And the people who shouldn’t be parents keep spitting out the little snot machines.
Even Bobbie can’t help but laugh at that.
Bobbie: Always the way with words, Fenris. But…I don’t know. I never thought I’d be faced with this obstacle in having our own kids. IVF might not work, true. But if it does? By this time next year we could have our own little Bobbie or Artie Junior!
Aron: It’s ultimately your choice, but I do agree with my brother. There are so many children out there who need loving families. A child doesn’t have to be yours biologically to make you their parents. I just think you really need to think this through.
Bobbie nods.
Bobbie: Oh I plan to. It’s why I said we’re waiting until after the start of the new year.
Fenris: IVF…that requires daily shots in your ass, right?
Bobbie smiles and then laughs and nods.
Bobbie: Technically the hip, but yes. Are you volunteering? Because Artie isn’t big on the sight of needles…
Fenris: For fuck’s sake, you would think that. And no, I wasn’t volunteering. I was just thinking about the inevitable mood swings. Artie might want to think twice before he signs up to deal with that shit…
Aron: I’m sure Artie is well aware of what IVF entails.
Bobbie: I don’t think he does, but he’ll find out when we go to our first appointment. Besides, in the end once we have a baby, it’ll all be worth it. And I can’t wait to see Gruncle Fenris changing a diaper for the first time!
Bobbie grins and Fenris stands up, shaking his head and holding his hands up in the air.
Fenris: Fuck no. If and when you two have a kid, I’m not going anywhere near a shitty diaper. I’m not about to get shit or pissed on, either. And stop calling me Gruncle Fenris!
Bobbie: Living up to the nickname already! You know you two will be my future child’s favorite uncles.
Fenris walks off mumbling and cursing under his breath. Bobbie continues laughing as she and Aron follow behind Fenris to continue their visit.
Hey, hey, hey everyone! It’s Friday night and you know what that means?! Well…nothing in particular, but it’s time to get down to business and look towards Climax Control this Sunday. It’s the last show of the year and because Christmas is next week, of course it is SCW’s Christmas show. It’s always been a fun time in the past and I have no doubt this year will be the same.
What a year it has been, too. It started out pretty amazing for me, as at the end of last year I finally won the Bombshell Roulette Championship and became a champion for the first time. All my hard work had finally paid off and the title was mine. And not only that I had a decent run with it, which is all I wanted. I didn’t want to be one of those transitional champions. Paper champions as they call them. No, I want my reign to be something. And it was for the most part.
Until it wasn’t.
All good things must come to an end, right? And my reign came to an end as much as I did not want it to. I wanted to be champion for longer. I wanted to make my reign more memorable, but that one just wasn’t meant to be. And ever since then…well, I’ve been struggling. Obviously. I’ve had more losses than wins lately, and I’m not gonna lie. It sucks.
But the year is coming to a close and I’m looking to turn things around and keep them turned around. This Sunday I have a chance to win a shot at getting the Bombshell Roulette Championship back, which is my ultimate goal. I could move on and aim towards the Internet title or even the World Bombshell title, but why do that when I don’t feel like I am completely done with the Bombshell Roulette Championship?
It’s not going to be easy, though. I don’t have to beat just one woman. I have to beat two. And I don’t even have to be pinned to lose. That’s the thing about triple threats. You can still lose without being pinned or submitted. And I am sure Prudence and Bea will be looking to get me out of the picture early on in this match to make it a bit easier for one of them to win. They don’t have to admit it, but I’ll be expecting it once I step into that ring on Sunday.
I’m not going to lie. I don’t know a whole lot about Prudence. I’ve never felt it necessary to look into her, because she didn’t even start out as a wrestler if I remember correctly. She wasn’t even on my radar as someone I ever would have faced, but I guess as she’s now signed to the Bombshell roster, she has to be on my radar. I’ve gotta admit that a small part of her reminds me of myself…of how I used to be anyway. Minus the whole being married to another woman, obviously.
Prudence likes to have fun from what I can tell. She loves what she does and doesn’t seem to care what other people think. Kind of like how I was when I first started out in SCW. I came here just to have fun beating people up, and I didn’t quite take it seriously. I also didn’t care how much I lost. Not at first anyway. I think that is where Prudence and I differ also. She has a lot to prove, just because of who her wife is…former World Bombshell Champion Courtney Pierce.
You can’t be married to someone like that and just not give a rat’s behind if you lose. No. Prudence is out to make a name for herself, and I’m sure this Sunday she’ll be gunning to make an impression and walk away with that shot for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. If she shows up and is determined to win, I’d say she has a decent shot. How can I deny that when she trained at Jet City? She might not be the most accomplished, but Prudence…well, let’s just say I’m more concerned about her than I am or ever have been about Bea Barnhardt.
Bea…she talks a big game. She likes to build herself up and make herself and her stanky husband out to be God’s gifts to wrestling. But for all the talk she spews out, she doesn’t have the best record of backing it up. Bea is one of those women that just…confuses me.
I know exactly what Bea is going to try and use against me this week. It’s the same thing she did last time we faced, because she doesn’t have enough brain cells to come up with anything better or more original. She’s going to turn into this High School Mean Girl type and poke fun at my weight, because she has nothing else to say. She thinks it’ll bring me down or hurt my feelings, but in reality? I’m just going to laugh and egg her on for more. Despite my size, I think I’ve proven that it doesn’t hinder my performance in the ring one bit. And I’ve used it to my advantage many times, which is what I plan to do on Sunday against Bea.
She wants to take aim at my weight? Go right ahead. We’ll see what she’ll be saying when I squash her with a Bobbie Bomb and pin her to become one of the challengers for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. And then she can go crying back to her sweaty disgusting husband and continue being the failures that they are. Oh, but I can’t forget…she’ll run to Twitter, or X or whatever you want to call it, and have a complete change of attitude and show me respect afterwards. I’ve seen it time and time again from her and Bill. They insult and drag down their opponent to no end and then after they lose? Showing them all the respect in the world.
Seriously? Make up your damn mind!
The Barnhardts, they have a few screws lose if you ask me, but it is what it is. It doesn’t change the fact that on Sunday? I’m going to do everything in my power to walk away with my hand held high and move on to Inception VII to get my Bombshell Roulette Championship back.
And let’s not forget one important thing…this match is under Roulette rules. So that darn wheel will decide just how this all goes down. And not only that, but with all Christmas Stipulations? This is going to be quite interesting to say the least.
But FUN!
Prudence. Bea. I hope the two of you are ready, because I’m looking to close out 2024 with a bang and setting my sights on the Bombshell Roulette Championship for 2025! The two of you? Well…I don’t care what you do afterwards. Just get ready.
Bobbie’s coming for ya!
See ya Sunday, ladies!!