Another week. Another important match. And another loss. With each failure in a match where everything is on the line, Bobbie grows more and more frustrated. And she won’t hide it one bit. Her confidence had never been higher. Regardless of what anyone else thought, she knew deep down that she was better than the entire roster. She’d fight to prove that despite what everyone else said, she deserved to be at the very top of the roster.
And she would be. Very soon. No matter what she had to do, she would make it happen.
Artie: Bobbie. Earth to Bobbie!
Artie snaps his fingers and almost instantly Bobbie shakes her head and looks at him. He had apparently been speaking to her, but she had heard a single word.
Bobbie: Huh? What did you say?
Artie sighs. The two are seated at a table, trying to enjoy a quick lunch, still in Phoenix. Neither has touched their food much, which is more unusual for Bobbie.
Artie: Nevermind. It’s not that important.
Bobbie frowns and stares at Artie. He leans back and folds his arms, avoiding eye contact with her.
Bobbie: C’mon now. Don’t be that way, honey! I’m just a little distracted is all! I’m still frustrated over what happened last night.
Artie: You’re always frustrated now. It doesn’t matter what did or didn’t happen. And now we have to go house hunting when you’re in a bad mood.
Artie lets out another sigh, and Bobbie shakes her head.
Bobbie: I’m good, Artie! Honest! I can’t wait to start looking at this place today! I’ve got so many plans in my head for what we could do with our own place! It’s exciting!
Artie: Yeah...But…
Bobbie: But what? Are you having second thoughts again?
Artie shakes his head.
Artie: No. Of course not. But Phoenix? Really? Arizona gets so hot during the summer! Neither of us does good in that kind of heat.
Bobbie: True! But that is what a pool is for! Be a little more open minded!
Artie looks at her and she pouts out her bottom lip. He lets out another sigh.
Artie: Fine. But we’re in this together. If I don’t like something, we have to compromise. And I want to at least see what we could find in Illinois…
Artie sneaks in the last part, expecting Bobbie to agree quickly, and it almost works. But she catches herself just before agreeing.
Bobbie: Artie…
Artie: No! You’re going to listen to me for once. This is supposed to be a happy time for us. We should be enjoying finally being together…
Bobbie’s face falls and she stares at him with a shocked look.
Bobbie: You’re...You’re not?!
Artie: I mean...I don’t—
Before Artie can finish that sentence, they are both interrupted as someone walks up to their table. A young twenty-something looking woman smiles widely as she recognizes the both of them.
Woman: Oh...em...gee! You’re Bobbie Dahl! And Artie!
Bobbie turns her head slowly and frowns at the woman, annoyed with the interruption.
Bobbie: That’s us...But, as you can see, we’re in the middle of something. And you’re interrupting!
Woman: Oh. I know! I just HAD to come over here when I saw you.
Bobbie: Look, if you want an autograph, you might as well—
The woman throws her head back and laughs.
Woman: An autograph? Why would I want your autograph? You can’t even win matches lately.
Bobbie turns her head away, now more annoyed than ever. Artie remains cautiously silent, unaware of the woman eyeballing him.
Bobbie: Why don’t you just get the hell away from me, then? I don’t need some worthless know-nothing fan heckling me just for the hell of it!
Woman: Not heckling. I’m actually over here for Artie.
That strikes a nerve, and Artie looks up in surprise.
Woman: Just thought I would be the one to tell him he deserves soooo much better than you. You’re a loser and Artie is a sweetheart!
Bobbie slowly pushes herself away from the table, getting eye to eye with the woman, who doesn’t appear intimidated by her one bit.
Bobbie: Alrighty, twiggy. You better turn your little ass around and walk away before I squash you right here and right now!
The woman again laughs, not taking Bobbie very seriously. Artie finally stands up as all eyes in the restaurant are on them.
Woman: Oh, please. You might come across as this big tough Bombshell but you’re not! Not anymore, anyway. Not to mention, you totally don’t belong with Artie. I mean...I’m shocked he can even stomach being with you.
Artie: B-B-Bobbie...let’s just go.
Artie tries to lead Bobbie away before things get too heated, but no such luck. She pulls her arm away and remains standing where she is.
Bobbie: Artie, you better get bail money ready because I’m about to destroy this girl!
The woman takes a piece of paper out of her pocket, and reaches past Bobbie, placing it in Artie’s pocket. Artie quickly gets in between the two, knowing that using himself as a shield is the only way to stop Bobbie from flattening this woman.
Woman: Please. You would have done it already, and even you wouldn’t risk your job by attacking a defenseless fan. Good luck against Candy, by the way. I look forward to watching you get distracted again and her pinning you…
The woman laughs again. She winks and blows a kiss to Artie before turning and walking away. Bobbie stands there, fuming. Just as a manager walks up, she storms off and out of the restaurant, leaving Artie to quickly pay for their meals.
The camera opens up, focused directly on Bobbie Dahl’s face, complete with a look of pure annoyance. Her eyes are narrowed and she sits in her seat, hands to her temples, trying to contemplate what she is up against this week.
Bobbie: Ya know...Sometimes, I have to wonder why I even bother. I mean, why am I continuing to fight for what I deserve, if in the end, it ain’t gonna matter a single bit? How long have I been back in SCW? Nearly six months? And what do I have to show for it?
Bobbie shakes her head and glares into the camera.
Bobbie: Absolutely nothing. I came back and I was demolishing my way through the Bombshell roster, doing what Andrea Hernandez even did and had four wins in a row. After her feat, though, she’s put in the World Bombshell title scene. Me? I was just tossed to the Roulette title scene, where a stupid roulette wheel determines match stipulations.
Bobbie shrugs, trying to get over it.
Bobbie: But, alright, I thought. No big deal. I mean, a title shot is a title shot, right? Any title scene is as good as any, so what does it matter? HA! Oh, it matters. It matters a hell of a lot, because the ONLY reason I was put in the Roulette title scene is because I was looked at as a joke, and those match stipulations held me back! Everyone knows it!
Bobbie rolls her eyes and folds her arms.
Bobbie: I’ve said it before, and I’ll keep saying it! People don’t take me seriously! They never have! Because I’m not as physically fit as the rest of the skinny bitches on the roster, they laugh at me. They underestimate me and overlook me for someone who is better looking and quicker than I am in the ring. They throw together eleven other Bombshells for those qualifying matches that haven’t even come CLOSE to making the statement that I have these last six months! I mean, Christina Crystal Rose Hilton Zdunich LOSER did WHAT exactly this entire year?! She does what she does and doesn’t put in any effort until she wants, and then oh...yep. She beats me, but that shit was tainted and everyone knows it!
Bobbie leans forward in her seat and glares into the camera once again, pointing a finger.
Bobbie: Dani Weston...If you think for a SECOND that I or anyone else believes you didn’t have a hand in your entrance music just coincidentally playing during my match, you’ve got another thing coming! And little miss Christina wants everyone to believe that she didn’t want to win like that?! Bullshit! If that hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t be sitting here this week, preparing to go up against the ridiculous trash that they’ve given me! I mean...Candy?! REALLY?!
Bobbie rolls her eyes again. She props her elbows on her knees, leans forward and pulls at her hair, frustrated.
Bobbie: I am THE dominating force on this Bombshell roster, and I lose to the dizzing force that is known as Christina Rose, and the following week they put me in the opening match against some new chick that makes me want to vomit up an entire day’s worth of meals! I mean...I thought Samantha Marlowe was sickeningly sweet? This Candy girl takes the whole damn cake! And the entire candy dish!!
Bobbie starts growing more and more frustrated the longer she focuses on Candy, and this match. She clenches her fists and closes her eyes, trying to take in a few deep breaths, but her blood is still boiling.
Bobbie: I don’t get it. I don’t freaking get it!! What the hell do I have to do to be taken seriously around here?! Screw wins and losses! Shit happens! You win matches you shouldn’t have, and you lose matches you shouldn’t have! But being a dominating force apparently doesn’t mean squat, so I guess I’ll just have to get a little more...drastic. And, sorry to say, Candy, you’re the very first to feel just what I mean when I say that!
Bobbie tilts her head from side to side, cracking her neck in the process. She opens her eyes again and stares into the camera, a much angrier look in her eyes than before.
Bobbie: You want to be friends with everyone, Candy? You want to be this sweet, sugar addicted psycho and try to get everyone to like you? That isn’t gonna work with me, honey! I like candy as much as the next person, but do you wanna know a little guilty pleasure of mine? It shouldn’t be that hard to figure out.
Bobbie reaches off to the side, out of camera view and grabs something. She pulls her phone into view and unlocks it, pulling up a certain app. When she turns it around, she smiles wickedly as the game Candy Crush is now loaded on her screen.
Bobbie: A little game called Candy Crush. And while I love the addictive nature this annoying game tends to cause, I’ve also decided to create my own version right inside the six-sided ring, and it’s all thanks to you! And you see, my version is going to be a little more...destructive!
Bobbie puts her phone back out of camera view and then looks into the camera once again.
Bobbie: Ya know...when I saw this match on the card, I came to two different conclusions on why I’m being put against a new girl in the opening match. One...punishment for being on a bit of a losing streak. Or two...as a reward and trying to give me an “easy win.” Either way...I don’t like either scenario and both are bullshit!
She frowns and folds her arms again, pouting like a five year old.
Bobbie: Look, Candy, I get you want to make it big here in SCW. You want to make an impression and do great things. I hate to break it to ya, but that ain’t gonna happen! You should have just joined the ranks in Underground instead of jumping right into SCW, but then again...maybe not. You’re just knocking Kandy Kaine’s style as it is, so one Candy is more than enough!
She laughs and then winks.
Bobbie: The old Bobbie would apologize ahead of time for what I’m going to do to you on Sunday. She’d feel bad for using someone so sweet and innocent to send a message. But the new Bobbie? Bad Bobbie? She doesn’t give a crap and is going to enjoy crushing you in the center of that ring! And the only problem is that no matter what I do, people STILL aren’t going to take me seriously because I’m facing YOU!
Bobbie narrows her eyes and leans forward.
Bobbie: Two days, Candy. You have TWO days to prepare yourself for the amount of pain you’re going to be in following this match, because I’m not going to take it easy on you by any stretch of the imagination! Enjoy giving yourself cavity after cavity because once I’m through with you, the only way you’ll be able to enjoy candy is if it’s melted and you drink it through a damn straw!
Bobbie leans back in her chair again and drops her hands to her sides. She takes in a deep breath and with a wicked smile, issues her final warning.
Bobbie: Good luck Candy. You’re really going to need it.
Bobbie waves and a few seconds later, the scene fades to black!
