Quarantine. Self-isolation. Social distancing. It doesn’t matter how you put it, or what your current situation is, this entire situation we’re in SUCKS! And while so many states are currently under strict “stay at home” orders, other states are slowly starting to reopen. Too soon? Not soon enough? Opinions differ, but the superstars and Bombshells of Sin City Wrestling, Sin City Underground and GRIME all continue to be under their own isolation orders until Mark Ward and Christian Underwood decide otherwise.
How is everyone coping after spending so much time in the Saxon Hotel and Suites? Some are coping well, dealing with the isolation with no problems. Some others have no doubt started to get “cabin fever” so to speak and can’t wait until things start going back to normal. At least, the old normal. Normal may very well be completely different going forward, that just remains to be seen at this point.
Bobbie Dahl happens to be one of those Bombshells that is getting more and more agitated with each passing day. She has completely lost track of time at this point, but perhaps it had less to do with being in the hotel, and more to do with the fact that she was alone. And it was entirely her fault. The extended time alone has given her more than enough time to reflect on the last several months and everything she has done. It’s also given her the time to finally fight to get back to who she was...before Bad Bobbie.
After her “accidental” sleeping pill overdose last month, at the suggestion of a therapist, Bobbie had started journaling. It allowed her to get her thoughts and feelings out, without her emotions getting the better of her and “Bad Bobbie” once again taking. But as time has gone on, she has found herself in a new battle with Bad Bobbie.
The battle to get some sleep.
“Wednesday May 20th, 2020~ I’ve lost track of how many days we’ve been under the quarantine with the covid-19 crisis. It seems like it’s been years, if I’m honest, but I know it’s been less than that. I don’t know if I’m losing track of time because of the state of the world, or because I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in the last couple of months. I get cat naps here or there, but it’s never enough. And I’ve stopped taking any sleep aids because God forbid people think a repeat of last month, maybe two months ago now, will happen.”
Bobbie put the pen to the paper in her journal as she sat at the desk in her hotel room. Writing for extended periods of time started to cramp her hand, but she would write as long as she could. But it wasn’t without its distractions of course.
“Oh for God’s sake, honey, just take the damn sleeping pills. Quit being such a damn chicken shit just because people think ya tried to kill yourself.”
Bad Bobbie. She was waiting for the perfect moment to strike again. It was an everyday battle that Bobbie kept fighting, but she was doing the best she could.
“It’s a constant battle. All around me things happen, and I have to fight to keep my emotions in check...to keep *her* in check, but sometimes I fail. I’m sure if I explained to people what was really going on, they’d think I was loonier than Christina Crystal Rose Millar Hilton Zdunich, or whatever her name is. Ya know, the woman who has like a million personalities so we never know who she is? I don’t want to be compared to her!!”
Bobbie paused for a second and closed her eyes. It was true. So many people constantly gave Christina Rose hell for her many personalities, never being able to quite keep up with her constantly changing. Is that what Bobbie was going through? Was she just like that?
“Oh come on! Crystal Christina Hildunich is just a really good fucking actress and wants people to believe she’s got split personalities! When in reality, it’s all just an excuse for her inability to decide who the hell she is! You...you’ve got problems that can be solved, honey. It’s called having a backbone that I give you!”
“I need to stop lying, though. To myself. *Bad Bobbie* isn’t a different personality. She’s not some voice in my head. She *IS* me. I am her. It’s the part of me that I created to protect myself, or to seem like a real threat, when all it’s done is destroy everything. If I can learn to control my emotions, I can get rid of that part of me for good and maybe...just maybe...get my life back! And hopefully Artie is part of that…”
Artie. Her best friend. The love of her life, really. She’d allowed herself to say and do horrible things and it had finally pushed him away. For so many years they had been inseparable, but now they’d gone quite some time without talking. Until recently anyway.
“Oh, right. Artie. The geeky dope who dated some chick who looked exactly like you! Honey, you can do better. Whore it up! Ain’t nothing wrong with that, am I right?!”
“He knows I’m struggling. That’s why he came back around. But I have to keep my distance for now at least. I have to be one hundred percent sure that I can keep my emotions in check so *she* doesn’t get out of control again. And right now, with everything going on in SCW, I can’t guarantee that. This whole situation with Alicia Lukas really gets to me, and I don’t know why!”
“Because Alicia Lukas is a skinny self-centered bitch who needs to learn her place. Splattered on the mat with a Bobbie Bomb!”
Bobbie felt her blood starting to boil again. She saw her handwriting starting to get more and more illegible which was a sign that she needed to stop soon. But she kept on writing, even with her emotions starting to rise.
“And it’s not just Alicia Lukas. It’s almost everyone on the roster and in the company. Yeah, I get that I’ve done terrible things recently. I’ve made mistakes, but even before that I was never taken seriously! I’ve always been the fat girl who was at the disadvantage. Or never worthy because I was going up against someone who had already proven themselves time and time again. I’ve never been championship material, so how long did people honestly expect me to sit back and take the abuse and the insults without finally...snapping?”
“You did more than just snap, sweetheart. Well...I did. I made a freaking statement by crushing dear old Dani’s shoulder. The lovable Dani Weston...Pffffft!”
Bobbie closes her eyes and slams her closed fist against the table. It was a reaction to both the thought of someone who didn’t even have to try to be liked, and the annoyance that she couldn’t keep her anger in check over that fact. She really was starting to lose it.
“I guess ultimately none of it is a good excuse for what I’ve done. I just need to find either a way to ignore them all and prove them wrong, or a better way to unleash my aggression without making myself look like a terrible person. I want to get back to the person I was, but I don’t even know if that’s possible at this point. I want to build myself back up in SCW and get another chance at the World Bombshell Championship, but will that ever really happen again? Or will I just continue to fight girls like Jessie Salco and Bea Barnhardt?”
“Ehhh who cares about Jessie Salco. She’s lower on the card than you this week anyway. But Beat Barnhardt? Talk about a random opponent! They really do hate you in SCW, don’t they?”
Bobbie felt herself starting to grip the pen tighter in her hand. So much so her knuckles were starting to go white. She needed to stop writing soon. She needed to calm herself before she lost control again. But she couldn’t stop writing.
“Even if I do manage to redeem myself, will it even matter? Will I ever be taken seriously? Will I ever be championship material, or even worthy of another shot going forward? Or will I be passed up time and time again as newer better Bombshells arrive? Or past favorites make their return? Why does it have to be so much of a struggle?! Why has my whole life been a damn struggle?!?!”
Bobbie finally threw the pen down, slammed her journal shut and threw it across the room. She wanted to scream, but because it was so early, she managed to stop herself. She did, however, ball up her fists and flare her nostrils as her blood pressure started to rise. She need to get out of the room, if only for a little while. So she grabbed her room key and decided to explore the hotel a little. She felt comfortable doing so as everyone else should still be sleeping.
She walks down the hallway and towards the elevator, choosing to explore whatever was on the upper levels. As the elevator doors closed and she hit the button to head to the top floor, she took in a deep breath. She hadn’t told many people, but she had dealt with claustrophobia for many years, so elevators were never her thing. Especially with several people inside. Luckily for her, it was only her and social distancing had also eased her fear a bit.
Unfortunately...what would happen a short while later would not. To find out exactly what happens, and before the tale continues, you better go check out Evie Jordan’s promo when it airs. Seriously, go on! You don’t want to miss anything!
Are you all caught up yet? If you’re reading this, you should be, otherwise this might be a little confusing. Anyway, on with the promo!
Bobbie’s head is leaned back against the wall of the elevator. Time seems to be ticking by at a super slow speed, but that of course is the effects of the claustrophobia. She wipes some of the sweat away from her forehead as she looks back to Evie Jordan, both more than ready to get out of this hell of a situation.
Bobbie: Oh sure, keeping making fun of the sex life I had with Artie just because I’m fat. You know what they say. More cushion for the pushin’, sweetheart. Maybe that hunky husband of yours will realise that a real woman is someone who’s not afraid to eat a hefty meal every now and then.
Evie smirks and rolls her eyes. Bobbie closes her eyes again and starts taking in several deep breaths, hoping it will help her growing anxiety.
Evie: Hefty meal? The whole buffet isn’t a hefty meal. And keep your eyes off of Ben, because unlike Sierra Williams, I will end you.
Bobbie: Jesus Christ, how long does it take for them to realize we’re stuck in this damn elevator?! This is supposed to be a damn luxury hotel and yet they can’t even make sure their elevators work properly?! Somebody get me out of here!!!
Bobbie stands up and looks around the top of the elevator, looking for a camera, or any way to signal someone of their current predicament. She starts freaking out more, but she’s careful about her movements as she doesn’t want the entire elevator to completely drop and kill the both of them.
Evie: Calm your tits, Bobbie. Geez. It could be worse. I mean, you could be stuck in here with Alicia Lukas. But you’re running scared from her so…
Bobbie looks down at Evie and glares at her. There it was again. Another person accusing her of running away from Alicia Lukas.
Bobbie: Fuck you, Evie! I’m not running scared from her! I’ve outsmarted her twice already in recent weeks and the whole time she’s playing some stupid game trying to find me. And here I thought facing Alicia would actually give me a challenge. It’s turning out to be a waste of time. But don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll give you a proper challenge. Competitively she respects everyone but me.
Evie: Yeah speaking of that. I suggest if you even want to make it to Into The Void, you keep your arse away from the ring this week. Because you won’t have to worry about Alicia murdering you.
Bobbie grins. She turns around and sits back down, praying the elevator starts moving soon. She turns her attention back to Evie.
Bobbie: I’ll take it under advisement, but I make no guarantees. I’ll make you a deal though.
Evie raises an eyebrow.
Evie: I don’t think I even want to know…
Bobbie reaches down her shirt and pulls a fifty dollar bill from out of her bra. She holds it out to a disgusted Evie.
Bobbie: I’ll give you fifty bucks to rough her up a little. If you do that, I’ll stay away from the ring…
Evie: That’s fucking disgusting. I don’t want your filthy tit sweat money, so please get it out of my face.
Bobbie shrugs before she shoves the money back into her cleavage. Evie is still disgusted as she shakes her head.
Evie: Maybe you should focus on your own match this week instead of what does or doesn’t happen to Alicia, yeah? After all, I’d hate to be the one that loses to Bea Barnhardt because you’re too worried about breaking Alicia’s shoulder again.
Bobbie snarls and folds her arms.
Bobbie: I’m not going to lose to Bea Barnhardt! I don’t exactly want to head into Into The Void IX with a loss to some inexperienced irrelevant hack like Bea. But I’d also like to ensure that Alicia doesn’t head into this match with a win over someone like you…
Evie: Meaning what exactly?
Bobbie: Two time Blast From the Past Winner. Former World Bombshell Champion. Possible future World Bombshell Champion, IF you beat Andrea…
Evie smirks again, but she shakes her head.
Evie: Look at this. Bobbie Dahl actually complimenting someone? I’m shocked. Despite all that, Alicia isn’t exactly a low tier competitor herself, idiot. Regardless of IF she beats me or not, which she won’t, she’ll still walk into the match at Into The Void looking ten times better than you.
Bobbie clenches her fists again and goes white in the knuckles again. She’s finally can’t take anymore and she moves forward, getting on all fours. Evie stares at her until Bobbie shouts.
Bobbie: I’m not staying in this damn elevator with you any longer than I already have! You wanted a damn boost earlier, so here’s your damn boost!
Evie: Truth hurts doesn’t it?
Evie stands up and brushes herself off.
Bobbie: Thank God you’re a skinny bitch, because my back is just starting to feel better…
Evie: See. Eating a salad and working out every now and then has its advantages, doesn’t it?
Bobbie growls and Evie just laughs it off. She then steps up and onto Bobbie’s back, and reaches towards the hatch at the top of the elevator. She messes with it for a bit until she finally gets it open and starts to pull herself up. Just as she does this, the elevator roars back to life and moves up a single floor. Evie is just about to drop back down when the elevator stops and the doors finally open! Evie jumps down and as she and Bobbie look out of the elevator, Bobbie’s face goes red as they’re both met by none other than ARTIE!
Bobbie: Artie?! What the hell are you doing here?!
Artie: Uhhh...what is going on here??
Evie: About fucking time! Artie, have fun with sweaty tits here. I’ve had enough of her for a lifetime.
Evie rushes out of the elevator without another word, patting Artie on the back as she continues her journey to the sauna. Before Artie can step into the elevator, Bobbie steps out and tries to just walk past him. He turns around to follow her, and the elevator doors ding closed.
Artie: Wait, is your room on this floor?! Bobbie!
Bobbie: Nope! But I’m not getting into that elevator again, especially not alone with you!
Bobbie tries to rush her way towards the stairs. Yes, the stairs, but because she had held Evie’s weight up with her back, she had agitated her injury so it slowed her down even further. Artie grabs a hold of her arm and stops her.
Artie: Why are you trying to push me away?! I..I’m not mad anymore. I just want us to talk.
Bobbie closes her eyes and refuses to look at Artie when he steps in front of her.
Bobbie: There’s nothing to talk about, Artie. Just...stay away from me. I’ve already hurt you enough!
Artie: And judging by that comment you regret it. Whatever you’re going through, Bobbie, you can’t go through it alone.
Bobbie’s eyes open quickly and she glares at him. She was going through it alone. She had been for the last several months, and again, it was all her fault. But she needed to see this through.
Bobbie: I’ve been going through it alone, Artie, and I’m doing just fine! Don’t try to tell me what I can’t and can’t do!
Artie: You’re doing a poor job of it. We’ve known each other our whole lives and I’ve never seen you in such a low spot like you’ve been in the last several months. I spent so much time being angry, that I didn’t see the bigger picture.
Bobbie folds her arms.
Bobbie: Oh yeah? And what’s that?
Artie: That you’re afraid of something. I just don’t know what it is. So you’re pushing everyone away, and for a while, I actually let it happen.
Bobbie: Look, Artie...Just STOP trying to force me into a conversation I don’t want to have! I’ve got too much else going on right now, and I don’t need to get distracted by you. I need to figure this shit out by myself so just please leave me alone!
Artie reaches for her, but she pulls away.
Bobbie: I mean it! Don’t make me warn you again!
Bobbie then steps around him and rushes off towards the stairs as she had originally tried to do. He stands there, disappointed yet again, but after a few moments he takes in a deep breath and stands tall, determination written all over his face.
Artie: Progress! I’m not giving up though!
He nods his head once and then heads back to the elevator as the scene fades.
Here we are again. The much anticipated “Go Home” as lead up to upcoming supercard- in this case Into The Void IX. And, in this case we’re now referring to this episode of Climax Control as the “Stay Home” show thanks to the genius writing this for me. Wait...what? Annnnywho...back to my point, right!
The last Climax Control before Into The Void IX is finally here and it’s a pretty stacked card. Eight matches from start to finish with most of the best that SCW currently has to offer, and of course the debut of a new girl. It will, simply put, be the perfect lead up to Into The Void IX, as long as those who aren’t booked also do their part. As luck would have it, me and Alicia Lukas are both booked this week, but we have very different opponents, and I’ve gotta wonder...why?
Those of us who know who are opponents will be at the supercard of course want nothing more than to walk into that match with a high note. A high note that is of course brought on from a victory over your last opponent. This match against Alicia has been in the makings for quite some time. She’s been chomping at the bit to get her hands on me, and I’m more than ready to prove that just because she holds records and she’s been such a great competitor in the ring, that I have what it takes to defeat her.
So she’s booked against Evie Jordan- the softened up Aussie that I got stuck in an elevator with, and I’ve been booked against...Bea Barnhardt. Alicia gets someone like Evie Jordan and I get Bea Barnhardt?! I mean, everyone is so high on Alicia and what she’s capable of, but despite what the match preview says, Bea Barnhardt isn’t exactly a challenge for me. It’s an easy win!
What are they trying to prove? A win over Bea isn’t exactly something to brag about, so how am I expected to go into my match against Alicia with a high note, if it’ll probably just be shot down as some worthless win?! And even if Alicia loses against Evie, it won’t matter, will it?! What exactly is the point of it all? I thought after going up against the new chick Myra a couple weeks ago that I’d have someone worth a damn, but I guess I was wrong!
Maybe I should just get over it, though. Maybe I should think “Hey, Bobbie! A win is a win, no matter who it’s against! Alicia’s gonna lose to Evie so you’ll still look better!” Right? Am I right? Ah hell, I don’t freaking know anymore. Regardless of who I was facing, I want to head into Into The Void with a damn win.
Ya hear that, Bea? I’m not about to stand back and let you beat me before heading into the most heated match of my career so far. And I say most heated, because I think it’s well known that Alicia wants to murder me. It might not be a title match, but simply put I’m moving on from facing you- a nobody- to facing Alicia freaking Lukas. Apples to oranges, honey.
I know how this is going to go, Bea. Just from watching your past promos and your last matches, I know what kind of attitude to expect from you, and it’s the same bullshit attitude I’d get if I were facing one of the washed up Mean Girls. You went through the bullying in school, like I did, only instead of using all of that torture and terrible treatment you received to prove you were a better person...you turned out just like them. You turned into everything you hated, and it honestly doesn’t surprise me.
You’ve got the looks. You’ve got a somewhat successful husband, but not successful in the looks department if I’m honest. You’ve got your own career you’re now building in SCW, so of course it all gets to your damn head! But let me break this to ya, honey, you’re not better than me and you never will be. You’ve only been an active wrestler for what, six months? Maybe a little longer. Don’t fool yourself into thinking that you stand a chance against me, because you don’t. Especially not when I’ve got bigger and more important Bombshells to slay after you. And where will that leave you, Bea? Hmmm?
You certainly won’t be facing anyone of much importance. All of the challengers to the titles have already been decided and you’re nowhere to be found, are you. At least your husband has a title opportunity, but going up against Austin James Mercer? I don’t really fancy his chances, honey.
But don’t worry. I’m sure the bosses will find someone for you to face in a bathroom break quality match. Oh! Maybe Twisted Sister! You know who she is? She’s a riot to watch in the ring. I hear she likes to play with chainsaws and such. You’ll get a nice workout running from her!
You see where I’m going with this, Bea? Your existence in SCW is unimportant. You’re simply not good enough to be put in a match that even matters, but I’m going on to face Alicia Lukas. Former World Bombshell Champion. First female Wrestler of the Year. I mean, even if I lose to her, at least I’m good enough to face her. You’ll never be on the same level.
You should have just stuck to being a valet to your hubby. Walk side by side with him and that flea bitten mess you call a dog. At least you’d excel at it, because let’s face it. You’re just a trophy wife anyway.
I’m not thrilled that I have to face you this week, Bea. But I’m going to go into that match, kick your ass all over that ring and send another message to Alicia Lukas. It’s not something I think will happen, but what I know will happen. Because losing to you would just be embarrassing. Lucky for you, losing to me is just the way of the world.
See you Sunday, Bea! And keep your filthy dog away from the ring!
