[Bobbie Dahl]

 I Am Wrestling’s Own...Bobbie Dahl!

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*REC*

“Is that thing recording?!”

“It’s recording. I hit the button.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s recording Bobbie! You’re wasting time!”

The camera is, indeed, recording as Bobbie stands just outside her home. She’s dressed to impress. At least to her she is dressed that way. Her rather large and buxom chest is perked up with assistance from a pushup bra, and she’s showing a serious amount of cleavage. The rest of her curvacious and plus-sized physique is covered with skin tight black leather and she has a huge smile on her face, proud of what she has to offer, and she waves into the camera.

“Hello there “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward and Christian Underwood! My name is Roberta Jean Dahl, but you can call me Bobbie. Bobbie Dahl!”

She winks and blows a kiss into the camera. Artie chuckles behind the camera and Bobbie looks past, directly at him.

“Artie, what is so funny?!”

“N-nothing! It’s just that...Aren’t you trying to get a wrestling job? This doesn’t exactly have anything to do with wrestling..

Bobbie waves his concerns off with a smile and a laugh.

“Oh don’t worry! We’re getting to that part later. Besides, have you seen some of the women this place has on their roster? It shouldn’t be that hard for me to get a contract from one of them. Right, boys?!”

She looks into the camera once again, offering them another wink. Artie jostles around a little bit, causing the camera to shake, but Bobbie just ignores it and continues on with her speech.

“I’ve been a big big fan of SCW for several years now and let me tell you boys, I have alot to offer your Bombshell roster. I mean, obviously, am I right?!”

She moves her hands up and down her body, pointing out her entire figure, and she shimmies and shakes her goods right in front of the camera. Artie laughs again, causing the camera to jostle around again.

“Don’t mind my gay BFF behind the camera, boys. Even though he’s into the nice juicy sausage like I am, even he can’t help but be affected by my confidence and love for my body. Right, Artie?!”

“Oh...Yeah. I…love the sausage, Bobbie. I just can’t...get enough of it.”

His response is nothing short of awkward, and Bobbie smiles and winks at him.

“And you know, Artie...Once I get this contract, I know for a fact that there are some just a hunky men of the homosexual persuasion that we can find for you to shack up with! Christian Underwood could tell ya!”

Artie just clears his throat and doesn’t say anything as he keeps the camera focused on Bobbie.

“Anywho! Back to the purpose of all of this! Look, Mark...Christian...I’m gonna shoot straight to the point here. I want a contract! I want it bad! I can handle myself just fine in a fight or a brawl. I mean...I was bullied a time or two back in school when I was younger and let’s just say, once I sat on those bitches, they didn’t dare call me fat ass again. I may not be as experienced as anyone else, but I’ve been practicing the past few weeks and let’s just say, I’m a quick learner!”

“Shouldn’t we show them some of the stuff you can do? They can’t just take your word for it, can they?”

Bobbie smiles wickedly into the camera.

“No, they can’t, Artie. And that is where you are going to help me even more!”

“Huh? H-how can I help?”

Bobbie walks up to the camera, snatching it out of Artie’s hand and pressing pause. Next thing we see, the camera is being held up just outside a wrestling ring in a local gym. Bobbie and Artie are in the ring, looking like they are ready to spar. Bobbie has an excited look on her face, but Artie is nothing short of nervous. He’s wearing a pair of yellow running shorts, a maroon t-shirt with yellow trim and a yellow headband.



“We really need to get you some different training gear once you start training, Artie.”

“I’m comfortable in this, thanks. Is this really such a good idea, Bobbie? I mean, it’s cool. I trust you, but…”

Bobbie walks up to him, placing her hands on his shoulders, reassuring him.

“Everything will be fine, Artie! I promise! Are you ready?”

Artie takes in a few deep breaths, trying to prepare himself. Just as he is about to nod and give the go ahead, Bobbie scoops him up and delivers a body slam, taking him by surprise! He looks up at the ceiling, blinking for a moment, and then Bobbie backs against the ropes and rebounds back, jumping up and coming crashing back down right across him with a body splash! He’s left winded and dazed and when Bobbie gets back to her feet, she stands over him and looks down to him.

“See! That wasn’t so bad, was it?! How you feeling?!”

Artie slowly raises his right hand up, giving a thumbs up, but his whole arm is shaking.

“I...feel...great…”

His words almost squeak out from his mouth as he tries to catch his breath. Bobbie just smiles and laughs at him and she looks back to the camera, offering them a thumbs up. She winks one last time and then motions her hand across her neck, telling whoever is recording to stop recording and the scene then fades to black!  

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I still can’t believe it! I’m still in shock! Me! Bobbie Dahl a real life professional wrestler for Sin City Wrestling! And let me tell you, the Bombshell Division is in for a rude awakening once I step foot inside that ring. Big ol’ Bobbie Dahl is coming for you girls, and I’m looking forward to it!

I have to admit, I was expecting having to do a little more persuading to Mark Ward and Christian Underwood to offer me a contract. I mean, I understand I’m not exactly as experienced as most of the other girls on the roster, but I can tell you right here and right now that I’m definitely more dedicated and passionate than most of them! I ain’t expecting to waltz right in a win every single match and get a title shot right off the bat. No sir, no ma’am! I’ve been watching wrestling for quite some time now and there was just something about it that spoke to me and say, “Hey, Bobbie. You can do this, too! You got what it takes!”

And that voice was right! I sent Mr. Ward and Mr. Underwood my audition tape and the rest was history! And this weekend I have my very first match against quite a big name in this company. Amy Marshall! Talk about being thrown right to the wolves, right?!

I’ve been watching SCW for years, and I’ve been a huge(pun intended) fan! Names like Nick Jones. Kittie. Misty. Jordan Williams. Bo Dreamwolf. Sinful Obsession(Hey Gabriel- CALL ME! *wink wink*) Every big name to walk through the doors in SCW has had an impact on my decision to become a wrestler. Every. Single. One. So when I heard that my very first opponent was the very first Bombshell Grandslam Champion and Hall of Famer in Amy Marshall? Hoooo boy, talk about excitement!

But lo and behold, Miss Amy Marshall decided to take to Twitter and do what she does best, finding something negative to say about facing me. And not just ONE negative thing. No. Two. Maybe three.

It ain’t a secret that I’m not the first rookie that Amy has been put up against recently. Hell, I probably won’t be the last. Especially if she can’t beat me on Sunday. I hear there are two new Bombshells right behind me that will have their first match coming up probably the week after, so there is always one of them girls I’m sure. But little miss Amy will have to focus all of her attention on me first.

Imagine my surprise(not really), though, when not only was Amy basically making a fat joke about me on Twitter, but she also took something I said out of context, blew it out of proportion and used it against me like the brainless moron she is! Honey, let me make a couple things very clear to you right here, right now.

One...I may be fat. I may like to eat a few bacon double cheeseburgers every now and them with a side of onion rings and chocolate shake, but that doesn’t mean I’m not comfortable in my own skin with who I am. And who I am is the “rookie” that is going to sit on you this Sunday! And not in the sexual way that you do for a living, either! I’m talking about the painful, body squashing type of way, because if there is one thing I enjoy, it’s squashing skinny bitches like you who like to fat shame big beautiful bitches like me!

Oh, and let that be a warning to the rest of the Bombshell Division.

Anyway...on to point number two. Speaking of which...I really have to drop a deuce right now, but I suppose it can wait a few more minutes. I hope. Oops, sorry...there I go getting off topic again. Get used to it. It happens from time to time with me, and I don’t give a rat’s ass if you people don’t like it.

So...back to my second point. Dear ol’ Amy tried to claim that I only got my contract because of my tits. Maybe I should have been more CLEAR with my response than I was, because leave it to her to skew what I said and try and make me look like an idiot. Amy, honey, as proud as I would be if I got the job because of my tits, that ain’t what happened. As tempted as I was to let these wonderful puppies free for Mark and Christian to see, that’s just not what happened. You see, I got the job because I was myself. Because I made an impression and that’s all there is to it. Besides...aren’t you the one who has gotten(and given *wink wink*) a few jobs because of your tits, ass, and overly pounded vajajay? Yeah….try and deny that one sweetheart.

Say what you want about me, Amy. Make all the fat jokes and rookie jokes you want, but this Sunday, I think you’ll be surprised with just what is in store for you. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve, and I’m much looking forward to embarrassing you a bit just because I can. You can whine, cry, and throw a fit all you like. Let’s see how all of that works against me.

I am Bobbie Dahl, but I’m not some plastic barbie doll bitch. See you soon, Amy!