Wednesday November 27th
Thanksgiving Chaos
2019 marks the first year in which Bobbie and Artie are in an official relationship. And Thanksgiving marks the first holiday that their families are coming together to celebrate under one roof. While Bobbie is not nervous in the slightest, Artie is a whole different story. They, along with Bobbie’s parents, are currently waiting for Artie’s parents to make the trek across the street to join them for Thanksgiving dinner. They were doing so a day early, as Bobbie and Artie would be travelling to Nevada for Climax Control.
Bobbie: Artie, why are you so nervous?! It’s not like I’m meeting them for the first time!
While that was true, Artie thought in his mind that they were, however, meeting this version of Bobbie for the very first time. And that was reason enough to be concerned. He was afraid of how this time together would go, and could only hope Bobbie would be considerate enough to not make a scene. But he could not say that.
Artie: Well, true. I just...want this to go smoothly. This is our first official holiday as a couple, so...I want it to be a good one.
Bobbie waves it off and brushes her hand against his cheek.
Bobbie: You have nothing to worry about, sweetie! Your parents love me! What could possibly make it go badly?!
He panics inside. Everyone knows that when you make a statement like that, something always goes wrong. But before he could speak another word, the doorbell rings. Bobbie and Artie are the first to the door, with her parents just behind her. Bobbie opens the door with a big smile on her face as she greets Artie’s parents, inviting them inside.
Bobbie: Mr. and Mrs. Miller! So good to see you guys again!
She hugs Mrs. Miller first, then Mr. Miller.
Mrs. Miller: Bobbie, sweetie, we’re practically family now. You can call us Eileen and Gerald now. No need to be so formal. Barbara! Kenneth! Lovely to see you as always!
Artie’s father remains quiet as his wife does the talking. And Bobbie’s father does the same.
Barbie: Eileen, I’m so glad you two could join us for dinner. I was so excited when these two finally saw some sense and got together.
Bobbie: Ma…
Bobbie almost growls but her mother waves her off.
Barbie: Anywho, you guys got here just in time. Dinner is just about finished and Ken was getting ready to carve the turkey.
Bobbie: Ooh, I see you brought some wine! I’ll go pop it open and pour us some and I’ll be right to the table! Artie, care to come help me?
Artie nods quickly as Bobbie’s parents lead Artie’s parents to the dining room table. Bobbie and Artie scurry off to the kitchen to get a few wine glasses.
Bobbie: See, baby! Everything is going great!
Artie: Yeah...so far.
Bobbie just laughs, thinking nothing of it and still not overly worried about the possibility of anything going wrong. After pouring a few glasses of wine, the two then head to the dining room table to join their parents who are already engaged in conversation. At least their mothers are. Bobbie’s father is carving the turkey, and Artie’s father has a blank expression on his face as he remains eerily silent.
Mrs. Miller: So, Bobbie...Arthur...how is the house hunting going? Find anything you like yet?
Artie’s eyes grow wide and he starts panicking again for an unknown reason. Bobbie shrugs as Mrs. Miller takes a quick sip of her wine.
Bobbie: Nothing striking my eye enough to make an offer or put a deposit down on. We’re looking in Arizona mostly, but—
Mrs. Miller nearly chokes as she sets her wine glass down rather quickly.
Mrs. Miller: Wait...what? Arizona??
Bobbie nods, confused. Artie lowers his head, and Bobbie’s parents can tell he hadn’t told them they were looking to move out of state.
Bobbie: Well...yeah. I mean, it’ll be a lot less travelling, so it makes much more sense.
Barbie: Honey, I wish you’d at least look in Illinois. Being so far away just seems...silly.
Artie’s parents turn their attention to him and he looks up, almost embarrassed.
Artie: We hadn’t found anything promising yet, so I was waiting to tell you.
Bobbie: You didn’t tell them? We decided that Illinois was out of the question.
Mrs. Miller: Arthur? Is that true??
Sweat is beginning to pool on Artie’s forehead. This is exactly what he was hoping wouldn’t happen, but he didn’t have time to warn Bobbie.
Artie: Well, not exactly. But like I said—
Bobbie: What do you mean “not exactly”? We discussed this already, sweetie.
Mrs. Miller: Arthur, is this what you really want? To move all the way across the country?!
Bobbie’s mother stares at Artie, feeling bad for the young man who has been like a son to her. She was also aware that Bobbie’s attitude had changed quite a bit recently.
Mrs. Miller: I just assumed that you two were finally settling down and that it would make sense to start a family closer to your own!
Bobbie was taking a sip of her wine, and as Mrs. Miller made her last statement, she spits the entire mouthful out across the table!
Barbie: Roberta Jean!
Bobbie: Sorry, ma. And, sorry Mrs. Miller, but what? Start a family??
Mrs. Miller nods, and Artie is turning pale quickly.
Mrs. Miller: Well, of course. I mean, you’re not getting any younger! And I’ve said since the day you two first became friends that you would end up together. Why would you want to raise a family so far—
Artie: Mother, please…
Bobbie: I hate to disappoint you, Mrs. Miller, but this is I will not be popping any kids out of my vag now or in the future. That means no babies.
Mrs. Miller is left stunned. As are Bobbie’s parents. Artie’s father finally breaks his silence.
Mr. Miller: Eileen, honey, perhaps this isn’t the time to have such a serious discussion. It’s Thanksgiving.
Ken: I’ll drink to that one, Gerry!
Mrs. Miller: I’m not trying to argue about this, Gerry. I’m honestly surprised they’d made such a big decision without—
Bobbie holds her hand up, silencing Mrs. Miller right away. Before she can defend her decision, Artie finally breaks his own silence.
Artie: We didn’t decide anything! Bobbie did!
Bobbie turns to Artie, stunned.
Bobbie: I’m sorry...what?!
Artie: You heard me! I haven’t had a say in anything, and this conversation is exactly what I was trying to avoid tonight! I’m sorry...I need some fresh air. Start dinner without me.
Artie excuses himself from the table and rushes out of the dining room. Mrs. Miller is shocked and she is about to chase after her son, but Bobbie stands up first.
Bobbie: No, I’ll go talk to him. And for your information, whatever Artie and I decide to do in our relationship is our decision and it shouldn’t be questioned. And I’ll be damned if we’re going to be pressured into popping out kids just because you think we should!
Mrs. Miller: Well clearly it’s not his decision at all. It seems as though you’re making all of the decisions for him. Have you even asked him what he wants?
Bobbie narrows her eyes at Mrs. Miller. Her own mother gives her a warning glare, but Bobbie is paying no attention.
Bobbie: I’ve spent almost every day of the last twenty years with him! I know him better than you probably do! The fact is, you can let him be a big boy now instead of trying to keep him a momma’s boy!
Barbie: Robert Jean Dahl! I can’t believe you!
Bobbie: Facts are facts. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go check on my boyfriend…
Bobbie forcefully excuses herself from the table and disappears out of the dining room to find Artie. Barbie looks to Artie’s parents and apologizes profusely, but the damage had already been done.
Outside on the front porch, Artie is seated on the front porch swing, staring across the street at his family home. He scoots over when Bobbie joins him.
Artie: I don’t want to fight. I told you I wanted tonight to go smoothly, and it didn’t. It’s ruined…
Bobbie: Honey, I’m not going to sit there and let your mother call the shots in our relationship. As far as the whole kids thing, I told you years ago I didn’t want kids…
Artie sighs.
Artie: We weren’t together back then, and we hadn’t discussed it yet. Not that something so...serious...should really be discussed so early into our relationship.
Bobbie: There’s nothing to discuss! I can’t have kids if I want to continue wrestling, and I’m not giving up wrestling anytime soon. You knew that before we got together!
Artie lets out another frustrated sigh. Tonight just kept getting better and better.
Bobbie: Look, we can argue about this another time, but I’d really like to get this dinner over with. We can discuss it after my match against Sierra this weekend since we won’t have to be in Las Vegas until the following week.
Artie: Fine. I mean, everything is already tense. Can’t possibly get any worse…
Artie then stands up and heads back inside. Bobbie sits there a few moments and looks away, growing angry.
Bobbie: Why am I always the bad guy?!?!
She then stands up and heads inside to join everyone else.
Friday November 29th
Black Friday Shopping...Of a Different Variety!
The last couple of days had been rather quiet between Bobbie and Artie. Following the heated conversation before Thanksgiving Dinner, the two hadn’t spoken much about house hunting, or even Bobbie’s bombshell that she was not planning on having kids. Poor Artie was left between a rock and a hard place, but he was taking time to figure everything out in his head.
In the meantime, the two had arrived in Nevada earlier this morning, and before heading to Primm and checking into their hotel, Bobbie had persuaded Artie to go with her to do some Black Friday shopping.
Artie: Home Depot? Who are you buying for here?
Bobbie smiles as she pulls into a parking spot at the Home Depot. They had to travel outside of Primm to the closest location. Bobbie turns and smiles at Artie.
Bobbie: Sierra Williams, of course!
Artie: Uhhh...what?
Artie scratches his head, trying to figure it out, before Bobbie explains.
Bobbie: It’s not that hard to figure out, sweetie! I’m about to face Sierra in a street fight! Which means, I can use all sorts of weapons and goodies against her!
Artie: O...kay. But won’t there be plenty of stuff to use around the arena?
Bobbie shrugs.
Bobbie: Well, duh. But who knows what sort of lame crap they’ll have available! I want as much as I can get so I made myself a list! C’mon. Let’s go!
Artie just blinks but doesn’t argue as the two head inside the store and grab a cart. Bobbie hands her list off to Artie, but she seems to know exactly where she is going. He looks over the list as he follows her first to the lumber department.
Artie: A two-by-four? Seriously?
Bobbie: Do you know how much damage a two-by-four could do?! Screw the lame kendo stick I’m sure will be lying around somewhere. I want to make Sierra hurt and hurt bad!
Artie scratches his head again, but just goes along with it. Bobbie eventually finds a lumber associate to have a two-by-four-by-eight cut in half so it is easier to carry around. After leaving the lumber department, they head off to hardware.
Bobbie: Now this...this is where I’ll find most of what I need! So much to get!
Artie: Chain...fire extinguisher...sledgehammer. Bobbie...I don’t think all of this is a good idea.
Bobbie laughs as she looks over the selection of sledge hammers and mallets first.
Bobbie: Then you probably won’t want to watch the match, honey. Sierra wants a fight? She’s gonna get one! Now...I need to find someone to cut some chain!
Artie: What the heck do you need a length of chain for?!
Bobbie smiles wickedly.
Bobbie: You’ll just have to wait to find out, Artie. I’ve thought everything through and I know how to use every single thing I’m buying today. Maybe after I destroy Sierra, they’ll just replace her with me in the six-pack challenge. I should be in it anyway!
Artie: I...doubt they’re going to do that. And what if Sierra hurts you? Did you think about that?
Bobbie skids to a stop and turns her head to stare at Artie.
Bobbie: Are...are you saying that’s what you think is going to happen?!
Artie shakes his head.
Artie: No, but she could use your own weapons against you. Not saying it will happen. Just that it could. That’s all.
Bobbie: Well I won’t let it! I’m sick of Sierra running her mouth, and not taking me seriously. She’s gonna learn the hard way…
Artie: Okay...if you say so.
Bobbie: I do say so! This street fight is just what I need to really send a message, and who better to use as that message than Sierra?! I’m done being cast aside, Artie. Things are gonna change. Now, c’mon. I got a lot to get!
Artie shrugs, but doesn’t say another word. He follows behind Bobbie, letting her cross items off her list as they go up and down the aisles.
Shoot To Kill!
After an eventful last couple of days following Thanksgiving with their families, Bobbie and Artie are focused on Bobbie’s upcoming street fight against Sierra Williams. Bobbie is looking forward to the match, much more excited than perhaps she should be. Artie is, of course, nervous. For more than one reason. But now is not the time for a lover’s quarrel. No. Now is the time to focus all of her attention where it needs to be, and that is on beating Sierra, again, and heading into December 2 Dismember on a high note.
The camera comes to life inside the Star Of The Desert Arena in Primm, Nevada. The building is completely empty, obviously, as we’re two days away from the “Going Home” show. Bobbie, however, sits smack dab in the middle of the arena, with her garbage can full of weapons she purchased earlier today. She looks into the camera and smiles wickedly, followed by a quick wave. She closes her eyes and breathes in deeply through her nose.
Bobbie: Can you smell that, people?! Do you know what I’m talking about?! Do you even CARE?! No?! Well, at least one person should. Because that’s the smell of Sierra Williams’ blood, just days before I spill it all over this arena and maybe even all over Primm, Nevada, simply because I can!
Bobbie laughs, grinning wickedly again. She looks down at her collection of weapons before turning and looking into the camera.
Bobbie: Any other time but now, I’d probably be a little pissed off at going up against Sierra for a third freaking time, considering I’ve beat her twice before so I’ve got nothing left to prove against her. But, ya know, I’ve got no problem beating her ass for a third time, this time using a nice collection of the shiny new weapons and not being punished for it! I mean, they went and suspended me for the week after what I did two weeks ago, only to book me in a street fight against one of the women I attacked?! They claim it’s punishment, or retribution for Sierra, but I don’t see it that way.
Bobbie shakes her head, smiling widely again. She runs her hand along the garbage can full of weapons, staring down at them.
Bobbie: Sierra is pissed off. I get it. I understand. But do you all think that I care? Newsflash, I don’t! She was pissed before our little grudge match when I first came back to SCW and had a little fun with some harmless flirting with that abtastic fiancee of hers. She got a little jealous, for no damn reason, and set out to teach me a lesson for *air quotes* disrespecting her relationship with Lachlan Kane. That didn’t exactly work out for her, did it?
Bobbie again shakes her head.
Bobbie: No, it didn’t. But, I was a good girl and after I beat her at Into The Void Eight. I played nice and left Lachlan alone, even though my gut was telling me to just keep flirting no matter what the hell Sierra had to say. Not to mention, I had more important things to focus on than continuing to piss Sierra off and holding myself back. I was working my way up the ladder of the SCW Bombshell roster, while Sierra and Lachlan went back to trying to win back the Mixed Tag belts. They didn’t succeed, obviously. And, sure, my quest for gold in SCW hasn’t panned out, yet, but I’m not giving up! Not by a long shot.
Bobbie reaches into the garbage can, first pulling out the two-by-four she purchased. She stares at it intently, her eyes almost glowing with a fiery determination.
Bobbie: It’s no secret that I’ve had a string of bad luck when it comes to important matches. First, I lost to Samantha Marlowe to determine who would challenge Mercedes for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. Then, I lost the Ultimate X-Match for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. I lost one-on-one to Sam Marlowe- which by the way I never fucking tapped out. Stupid referee needs his eyes checked! I lost a match against some new chick that everyone seems to think is the next big thing. And finally, I lost my World Bombshell Championship qualifying match against Christina Rose just a few weeks ago. No, that shit wasn’t easy, but it seems like my determination to turn things around is being mistaken for throwing temper tantrums. You people are going to think whatever the hell you want. I can’t change your minds, but what I can do is use Sierra Williams to send a very clear and very painful message before December 2 Dismember.
Bobbie continues staring at the two-by-four, no doubt imaging Sierra’s blood dripping off the ends. Or, perhaps, swinging it right across Sierra’s midsection and hearing her ribs crack in the process. Whatever she is thinking is not good thoughts by any means.
Bobbie: Sierra likes to insult me any chance she can get. She doesn’t hide it. Just last week she was bemoaning the fact that she’s going up against someone who, in her words, can’t see her toes. Typical fat jokes that I’ve grown used to all my life. I’d rather have a little extra weight on my bones than be mistaken for a man with all those manly features Sierra still hasn’t done anything about. But with each fat joke that has been thrown my way, do you know what it’s done? DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT’S DONE?!
Bobbie turns her head quickly to gaze into the camera, a dangerous look in her eyes. She runs her other hand up and down the two-by-four, almost obsessed with the plans she has in store.
Bobbie: It’s FINALLY made me fed up with all that shit! It’s FINALLY made me realize that, yeah I might be a fat bitch, but it’s time to start using EVERY pound to my advantage! It’s time to use every ounce of power and strength I have over these damn bitches! It’s time to use every fucking insult and joke to my advantage, and use it as fuel to squash every last one of you skinny whores that thinks it’s funny to put girls my size down simply because we choose to keep those cheeseburgers in our stomachs instead of barfing them up right after eating them! Because I’m happy with my stretch mark ridden skin, while you all are getting plastic surgery to conform to what society thinks women should be like. Or because I’m not afraid to flirt with men, even though they’re in relationships, because I’m that confident! Sierra, every damn word you’ll use against me, just adds more fuel to the fire, honey! And you see this can of weapons?! I have plans for every...last...thing!!
Bobbie points to the two-by-four in her hands.
Bobbie: This two-by-four, here? First, I’m going to crack it across your ribs. Nice and hard, by the way. I want to hear those ribs crack and hear you cry and beg for me to stop. But...I won’t. Because after I take care of those ribs? I’m going to break it across your spine and break that back of yours. You want to walk into December 2 Dismember? I don’t see that happening, Sierra, but go ahead and dream.
Bobbie drops the two-by-four and then reaches into the garbage can again. She pulls out the length of steel chain, grinning wickedly.
Bobbie: This chain? Get ready for it to be wrapped around that manly neck of yours as I make it impossible for you to breathe. But, that won’t be enough. You see, because I’m going to drag your ass all over the arena, whether you’ll still be conscious, kicking and pleading for help only with your eyes, or after you’ve been left with no breath in your lungs and you fade away to unconsciousness. This isn’t part of some temper tantrum, Sierra. Oh, no. This is an all out war, that all of you whores on the Bombshell roster started.
She tosses the chain next to the two-by-four, next taking out a sledgehammer.
Bobbie: What kind of street fight would it be without the always dangerously fun sledgehammer? You know my plans for this, Sierra? Better enjoy walking while you can, because this baby is going to break those knees in one joyous swing. You’ll be singing a different tune when this *air quotes* temper tantrum is unleashed on you, Sierra! I’m going to wipe the mat with your blood and tears and then I’m going head into December 2 Dismember with a victory, while you? You’ll be confined to a damn hospital bed as your own quest for singles gold is squashed by me.
Bobbie drops the sledgehammer and then stands up from her chair. She grabs the garbage can, turning it upside down and dumping every last weapon she purchased, pointing down at the various “goodies” as she glares into the camera.
Bobbie: It doesn’t matter what weapon I use, Sierra. It doesn’t even matter what weapon YOU try to use against me. Nothing you say will change the outcome of this match. You want vengeance? Come at me, bitch! You want to try and make up for the two losses you already have against me, plus my squashing your ass after you lucked out against Bella and Sammie Cakes? Go ahead and try, but the fact is, I’m sick and fucking tired of having you whores throw my own losses in my face! So eat me, bitches! Candy was step one. And Sierra, you’re going to be step two, and then at December 2 Dismember Kiera Fisher-Johnson is going to be step number three as I climb my way back up the ladder and make my way to a shot at the World Bombshell Championship! And I can only hope that Alicia still holds that belt when it happens because I want to be the one to end that reign of hers. But I bet you’ll sit back and try and throw it in my face that I’ll fail again, because I’ve failed over and over, right?
Bobbie laughs and shakes her head.
Bobbie: How’s your singles career going so far, Sierra? How have your attempts at the Bombshell Roulette Championship fared so far? Just about the same as mine, bitch, so you ain’t got room to say a damn thing! You’ve failed just about the same amount of times, but go ahead. Keep pointing out how much of a failure I am. It’ll just make it that much more enjoyable when I beat you yet again. And then, when I move on to win the World Bombshell Championship, where will you be? Licking your wounds, hoping for a comeback one day, but by then it’ll be too late!
Bobbie sits back down in her seat, folding her arms in the process.
Bobbie: And because of everything I’ve said just now, and that deep down Sierra knows I’m right, she did EXACTLY what I thought she would do when I mentioned putting her spot in the six-pack challenge on the line. She shot it down so fast, because she supposedly earned it. Nah, that ain’t the reason she turned it down. She turned that idea down because she knows that the odds are stacked against her, and this is a challenge she won’t win! Those qualifier matches were garbage, anyway. ONE match is enough to deserve a shot at the World Bombshell Championship?!
Bobbie rolls her eyes before narrowing them quickly and her mood growing angry just as fast.
Bobbie: Nevermind the fact that I’ve been busting my ass the last six months watching countless women get shots at Alicia Lukas who didn’t earn shit! I beat plenty of Bombshells and made enough of a statement in this place to have earned a shot a long fucking time ago, but have I received one yet, outside of that qualifier match?! No! Because nothing I do is good enough for you people! Everyone else can do the same damn shit and it’s enough, but me? Bobbie Dahl? I’m just some overweight cry-baby bitch, throwing temper tantrums! And I’ve...fucking...had it!
Bobbie’s nostrils flare and her cheeks flush a bright shade of red as her blood begins to boil.
Bobbie: That sixth spot in the six-pack challenge will be useless after I’m through with you, Sierra. It’ll go from a six-pack challenge, to a five-way brawl, because you’re not gonna make it there! And then I get to go play the villain against a hero wanna-be as I earn everything I deserve!
Bobbie holds up two fingers, once again glaring into the camera.
Bobbie: Two days, Sierra. That’s how much time you’ve got left to look forward to having any sort of future singles career in SCW, because I’m not fucking playing around anymore! I’m not taking anymore of the bullshit insults, or the laughing and lack of respect in this place! People thought me attack six people two weeks ago was bad enough? Wait until they see what I do to you, and the condition I leave you in, because it won’t be a pretty sight!
Bobbie reaches down and picks up the two-by-fouronce again. Her eyes glaze over as she stares at it again, smiling wickedly.
Bobbie: See you reallllllll soon, Sierra! I’m comin’ for ya!
Bobbie starts laughing as she stares at the two-by-four, gripping it tight in both hands. She grips it so tight, her knuckles turn white, and she never stops laughing, even as the scene fades...to black!
