DISCLAIMER:
Bobbie Dahl’s face lights up on the video screen, smiling brightly and waving to everyone watching.
Bobbie: Hello everyone! And welcome to this most important promotional video yet! Please note, any similarities between myself and Crystal Hilton slash Christina Rose are purely coincidental! My stupid writer didn’t realize the similarities when she started writing this shit! Anyway...keep watching and enjoy!!
October 20th, 2019
The Battle Begins…
Events After High Stakes IX
The losses just keep coming, Bobbie thought. She was more confident than ever. She was happier than ever, too, as she walked into that match against Samantha Marlowe for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. Artie was back, and they were together. It was all finally falling into place.
Except she lost. Again. Samantha Marlowe had defeated her for a third time, and despite what anyone might say, she couldn’t build herself back up from this. At least not for a long time. She would have to find a way, though, because if she wanted to become a champion someday, she had to start winning again.
But...Artie was back! And that was all she needed to focus on now. Or she would try to, even though her blood was still boiling and she was fighting back the urge to completely lose her temper. Which she rarely, if ever, did. But all it took to calm her was to see Artie’s smiling face waiting for her backstage to cheer her up, even just a little bit. He hadn’t joined her at ringside for this one, as they had agreed he could stay backstage.
Artie: You did great out there! You really almost had her, Bobbie!
Thanks for reminding me, she thought to herself. But she quickly set that rising anger to the back burner, because Artie didn’t deserve that. He was just trying to cheer her up.
Bobbie: Almost isn’t good enough, sweetie. That makes three times in a row I’ve lost to Samantha Marlowe.
Artie: Yeah, but you’ve improved each time! Don’t let it bring you down, because I know you can do it! Besides, you went through a lot before facing her so you probably just didn’t have time to fully bounce back.
Bobbie let out a sigh. There were no good excuses for this one. In fact, a part of her thought, this was supposed to be a submission match and she didn’t even remember tapping out! She had blacked out for several moments, and next thing she knew, she was coming to with Samantha celebrating in the ring. It really pissed...Wait. What was happening to her. This wasn’t her.
Artie: Bobbie? Are...are you okay?
Bobbie: Huh? What did you say?
Artie: Are...are you mad at me or something? Your knuckles were just going white at your sides…
What? She hadn’t even realized that. What was going on? Where was this rage suddenly coming from?
Bobbie: What? Of course not, sweetie. I’m just...exhausted. I need to go take a shower and then we can leave. Ok?
Artie shrugs.
Artie: Oh. Ok then. If you say so. I’ll just wait for you out here.
Bobbie smiles and gives Artie a quick peck on the cheek. It was amazing how fast things had changed between them. She had kept her feelings for him bottled up for so long, and for reasons she still didn’t understand. She very nearly lost him for good because of that.
As she disappeared into the locker room, she immediately headed over to her duffel bag to get some clean clothes and her shower stuff. As soon as she reached into her bag was the first time she heard it. Heard her, rather.
“He’s making you weak, you know.”
Bobbie nearly jumped out of her skin. She held her things close to her chest and looked around the room, expecting to see someone. But no one was there.
Bobbie: Who said that?! Who’s there?!
The voice didn’t respond. She must have been imagining things. Exhaustion was finally sinking in, which is why she needed to get out of here. So she headed for the shower room, ready to wash away the sweat and the failure of the night.
There was nothing like a long hot shower to calm her nerves. It was always her go to stress reliever as she was growing up, and it was exactly what she needed tonight if she wanted to move on from this latest loss to Samantha Marlowe. And for the first few minutes it worked. As she stepped under the steaming hot water spraying down on her, she felt the nerves and the anger begin to subside. She closed her eyes and just stood under the water for a few moments.
“Trying to forget it is stupid! She’s beaten you three times in a row! You’re worthless!”
Her eyes quickly shot open and she burst her head through the curtain looking for who was intruding on her privacy. But no one was there!
Bobbie: Who the hell said that?! I’m naked in here ya know! Sick perv!
She suddenly heard laughing, but it faded a moment later. She was losing it, she thought. She had to be. So she quickly washed herself up and rinsed away the suds, before turning off the water and grabbing her over-sized towel. She wrapped the towel around herself and then headed over to the sink. The mirror was all fogged up, so she grabbed a smaller hand towel to wipe the steam away. It was when she did that, that she got the shock of her life.
“Surprise! You weak bitch, you!”
Bobbie jumped back as her reflection was talking to her! She closed her eyes and shakes her head, thinking she’s hallucinating but when she looks back up, nothing has changed.
Bobbie: Oh, God! I lost too much oxygen! I have brain damage because I’m hallucinating right now!
Her reflection just smiled wickedly and laughed at her.
“Likely excuse, but think again. You weren’t passed out long enough to suffer brain damage. Grow a set, Bobbie! Geez!”
Bobbie: I...I don’t know what the hell is going on, but this isn’t real! I’m not talking to myself right now!
Just then there was a knock on the door, causing Bobbie to nearly jump out of her skin, again.
Artie: Bobbie? Are you okay? Who are you talking to in there?
Wonderful. Artie had heard her shouting and had come to check on her. Think of something, Bobbie!
Bobbie: No one, honey! I’ll...I’ll be out in a second!
“I doubt he believes that. He needs to grow a set just as much as you do, honestly.”
Bobbie: What the hell do you want?! Don’t talk about Artie like that, either! He’s amazing and I love him!
“And you don’t deserve him. You don’t deserve anything you’ve been fighting for recently because you’re so damn WEAK.”
Bobbie just stared into the mirror at her reflection. It was mocking her. It was trying to get her to snap, but it wouldn’t work. She wouldn’t let it.
Bobbie: I’m NOT weak! You’re just...you’re my self-doubt. That’s what you are. You’re trying to bring me down, but it’s not going to work!
“God damn, look at you. You’re the biggest bombshell on the roster. The one with the most potential, and you’re wasting it. I’m not your self-doubt, Bobbie. I’m your Goddamn self-confidence! Let me the fuck out if you want to stand a chance!”
Bobbie shakes her head furiously, grasping at it with both hands. She then leans against the sink, suddenly feeling lightheaded and confused on what is happening.
Bobbie: This...this isn’t happening. If you’re my self-confidence why are you putting me down like this? No. I can’t do this. People are depending on me. Artie is depending on me. He deserves me at my best!
“And what about you? What do you deserve, Bobbie? Are you really going to sacrifice your success in SCW for love? Are you going to allow yourself to look like a fool, just to keep Artie? You can have it all if you just let ME take control. I can make it all better.”
Bobbie looks down at the sink, refusing to look at herself in the mirror. She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath, followed by another as she feels herself lose control.
Bobbie: I’m NOT weak. I’m NOT a failure! I can’t let you take control, because Artie could never love someone like that. I...can do this. I can bounce back and be successful in SCW!
Her inner bad side laughs again and she finally looks up into the mirror again. A tear rolls down her cheek, as her reflection glares back at her.
“If Artie could never love someone like me, well, then that’s his loss. You don’t need love anyway. You can go out there and whore it up! Plenty of guys that would—“
Bobbie: No! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!
Bobbie rears her hand back, swings it forward and then brings it crashing against the mirror, shattering it! Her inner bad side laughs again, though the reflection is gone, at least.
“It’s only a matter of time. Let Bad Bobbie out to play. She’ll make it allllll better.”
Bobbie starts to shake and she’s fighting back tears when the door bursts open and Artie rushes in. He looks at Bobbie, then at the broken mirror, confusion written all over his face.
Artie: What...happened?!
Bobbie: It’s nothing, honey. I’m...I’m okay. Really.
Artie slowly approaches Bobbie, not believing that for a single second. He looks down at her hand, and despite having breaking the mirror, it only caused a minor cut.
Artie: Did you...punch the mirror? Seriously, what’s wrong??
Bobbie: I said I’m fine, Artie! Really! I’m just tired and I got a little overwhelmed. I’m going to get dressed so we can get out of here, okay?
Artie still looks concerned, but due to the rough night Bobbie has had, he doesn’t push her further. He gives her the benefit of the doubt and turns and walks out, giving her time to get dressed. She takes in a few deep breaths and “Bad Bobbie” says nothing else, to her relief.
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November 3rd, 2019
Tucson, Arizona
Bad Bobbie Emerges
Climax Control two-hundred fifty-one was already well under way. Cameras weren’t anywhere near Artie and Bobbie and the moment, although they had been just minutes ago, after Pussy Willow had approached the pair and questioned Bobbie about her recent loss to Samantha Marlowe. Bobbie’s reaction hadn’t been very Bobbie-like, and Artie was well aware. In fact, over the last couple of weeks, he was noticing a steady change in her demeanor, but it never stuck.
But it soon would. As they were making their way to the ring, for what Bobbie had warned would offer her thoughts on her recent loss to Samantha, Bobbie stopped dead in her tracks. Artie turned and looked at her.
Artie: What...what’s wrong?
Bobbie: Give me just a moment, honey. I need to freshen up before we go out to the ring, okay?
Artie scratches his head then shrugs.
Artie: Oook. I’ll just...wait here.
Bobbie skips off a few feet down the hall to the nearest restroom. She locks the door behind her, then walks up to the sink, leaning against it and staring into the mirror.
Bobbie: Ok. I...I know you’re in there. You’re waiting for your shot. Well, you’ve got it. C’mon! Say something!
No answer. She grips the sink tighter and her nostrils flare.
Bobbie: I know you heard what Pussy Willow said! I know you’re secretly laughing in there so come on! Come out and play, Bad Bobbie! I’m sick of people thinking I’m a fool! I can’t keep doing this anymore!
She waits for an answer a few more moments and just when she thinks maybe she really was crazy, “Bad Bobbie” comes back out.
“And what about lover boy, Artie. Are you prepared to lose him if he doesn’t like what I have planned?”
Bobbie shakes her head.
Bobbie: He...he won’t leave me. Not again! Just...don’t do anything to hurt him. I’m ready for people to take me seriously. I’m ready to be seen as a threat, and not a joke!
”Bad Bobbie” laughs.
“You realize there’s no turning back, right? I’m going to turn this Bombshell Division upside down and do what you have been too damn scared to do. I’ll make you a threat, alright. But everyone will hate you in the process. Are you absolutely sure you’re ready for that? Because I don’t think you are.”
Bobbie: Yes! Yes, I’m sure! Nothing I’m doing is right anymore! It’s not getting the job done, and something needs to change! I need to change for people to understand! I want to be a champion, and being this version of me? I...I’m…
Her voice trails off and she can’t seem to find the words. “Bad Bobbie” grins wickedly in the mirror, knowing very well what she’s trying to say.
“Say it, Bobbie. Say the God damned word!”
Bobbie: I’m WEAK! Alright?! I said it! I’m weak! You’re the strong one! Just do what you have to do, because if you don’t, I’m going to walk out there and quit!
“About time you grew a set. Sit back, Good Bobbie, and enjoy the ride I’m about to set us on!”
”Good Bobbie” then closes her eyes, lowers her head and looks down to the sink. She draws in a deep breath and when she looks up as she exhales, it is her who is looking back in the reflection, as “Bad Bobbie” has officially taken over!
Bobbie: And don’t worry about Artie, honey. He’s going to learn to love me more than you, anyway. And if not? I can live without him. But it’s time to send a clear and dangerous message to the Bombshell roster. Enjoy the show, Good Bobbie. Because as of this moment...you’re never coming back!
“Wait a minute...What does that mean?!”
Bobbie: Oh you’ll find out. In the meantime...enjoy the show in silence, honey.
And just like that, “Good Bobbie” disappeared as “Bad Bobbie” had turned away from the mirror and walked out of the restroom, closing the door behind her. Artie was waiting for her, almost getting concerned for how long it was taking her.
Artie: Heyy...I was getting worried. It’s not your stomach is—
Before Artie has a chance to finish his sentence, Bobbie takes him by his shirt collar and yanks him towards her. She plants a powerful kiss on him, taking him by surprise, and people turn and laugh at their public display of...affection? When she releases him, he blinks his eyes quickly and just stares at her, speechless.
Bobbie: I’m just fine, baby. Never better, actually. In fact, we can wait a little longer to go out to the ring. I’ve got something else to take care of first.
Artie: ….ok...I think.
Bobbie and Artie then hang out in the hall for a little while, as “Bad Bobbie” sets her ultimate plan in motion.
Samantha Marlowe. The baby face of SCW’s Bombshell Division. SCW’s sweetheart. Whatever the hell you want to call her! So naturally AFTER she loses the Roulette Championship to that just as sickeningly sweet annoying immature airhead, Candy, she somehow gets a chance to earn a shot at the World Bombshell Championship. I mean, GO FIGURE, right?!
Let’s take a look at how many championships little miss Sammie Cakes has held over the last few years, okay? Now some of you might say but Bobbie, that’ll just prove why she deserves this chance! She’s so very accomplished in SCW. She’s a former World Bombshell Championship in her own right! Of course she deserves it!
Wrong!
Let’s travel back to 2016 first. The very first time Samantha Marlowe became the World Bombshell Champion. She ended Mikah’s stranglehold on the title, which I admit I cheered for. Then what happens? She lost said title to...wait for it...Mercedes Vargas?! Then, not even a month later she wins it back from Mercedes, only to lose it again less than a month later to Crystal Miller! What a game of hot potato, but whatever. Continuing my point here.
2017 rolls around and that’s when Sam wins her first Bombshell Roulette Championship. She loses it after a couple of months to Cadence Carter, then wins it back in early 2018. She holds it a few more months and then loses it in May to Hilton vagitarian number two, Brittany Williams!
But it doesn’t stop there! Oh, no. 2018 is even more accomplished for little miss Sammie Cakes. You see before she would go on to win the Roulette title BACK in November, guess what title she fought for, and won I might add? The Mixed Tag titles! With...Caleb Storms?! Random...but whatever. They held them less than a month before Sammie would get thrown back into Bombshell Roulette Championship contention again, winning her third one in November.
And then we have last year! Sam loses the title to...Mercedes Vargas in June...then wins it BACK in August! She holds a few more months until the beginning of this year when low and behold, the grown woman who believes in SANTA wins it from her!
Alot of you are probably thinking I’m rambling at this point. Throwing out useless facts, but if you paid close enough attention you would understand EXACTLY my problem with those stats! Every God damned year for the last four years, Sammie Marlowe has either held a title or been in contention for one! EVERY YEAR! You see my problem with this?
She wins one. Loses it after a couple months. Wins it back. Loses it again. Goes for another title and the process repeats! That almost reminds me of a certain Queen not to be mentioned from another company. Ya know, the one that is getting rather close to her daddy’s record, simply because of her last name?!
What’s the deal with Sam Marlowe?! What is so specials about HER that she has to ALWAYS be involved in some sort of title scene?!?! And please, don’t mistake my ranting for jealousy, because I ain’t damn jealous of some goody-two-shoes little girl who plays pass the title just to add to her title count in her list of achievements!
Sammie Cakes, allow me to address you directly now, honey. I know I’ve faced you three times already and not faced a single one of those matches, but let me point out WHY exactly that is. Because it damn sure isn’t because you’re better than me! You’ll never be better than me, and I’m going to prove it!
Last year, when we faced off for the first time to see who would get the shot at Mercedes for the title YOU lost, the referee called for the bell claiming I submitted! Seriously?! Me?! Submit to you?! Bullshit! I wasn’t giving up! I was fighting for a way out of that damn chokehold, but that biased referee gave YOU the win! Complete bullshit, but because I was pandering to what everyone wanted of me, I didn’t say what I was really feeling. I left it alone and tried to move on.
Then I’m giving my next shot in...the Ultimate-X! Over the God damned pool! Because the fat girl really stands a chance at winning something like that, right?! They put me in that match to make me a joke, not because they thought I would win it or because I deserved it! But I got my one-on-one shot eventually and boy was I ecstatic!
And do you remember what the Roulette Wheel landed on for that match, Sammie?! I do..a damn Submission match! It’s like it was taunting me!! Because the first time I “submitted” to you, I was being given a second chance! A second chance I REFUSED to lose! But the referee screwed it all up AGAIN! I NEVER tapped out in that match! I NEVER gave up! I was reached for the rope and my hand dropped and he called it!
I didn’t lose either of our one-on-one encounters, Sam. Not rightfully anyway. They were STOLEN from me, and I’m not about to let you steal something AGAIN! I’m not going to stand here and let you move on to face Roxi for something I have been working for! And this isn’t just about the title! This about my shot at Roxi! Everyone knows I’ve been wanting to fight her! But hey...let’s just throw a wrench in that and hope that someone else will win so we won’t have to see Bobbie end Roxi’s career!
I’m sick of seeing you being given title shot after title shot, Sam. It’s comparable to Jessie Salco, but the only difference is you know how to win the damn things while she can’t! I want to give SCW something FRESH! Something NEW! Not the same people going for the titles year after year!
When I beat you, Sam, do everyone a favor. Fucking disappear! Or change! Something! Because that baby face southern belle shit you’ve been the last few years is booooooring! Hell, I don’t give a shit if you go back to the Roulette Division so long as you STAY OUT OF MY WAY!
On Sunday, Samantha Marlowe is OUT!
And Bobbie Dahl is IN!
January 13th, 2020
Lawrenceville, Georgia
Good Bobbie Fights Again!
Climax Control 257 wasn’t overly eventful for Bobbie last night. She wasn’t booked in a match, bt she had made her presence known during the tag team match between Team Hero and Christina and Seleana Zdunich. Thinking everyone was distracted, she had tried to go after Seleana, but that didn’t work as thanks to Christina, all four women were alerted to what Bobbie was doing and she was eventually tossed from ringside by Jacob Summers.
She wasn’t bothered by that, anyway. She had made her presence known which is exactly what she wanted to do, and she let them know afterwards that even being tossed from ringside would not stop her. Most would say her plan didn’t work, but as Bobbie had pointed out later, no one knew anything of just what her plans are.
She wakes up this morning, grinning from ear to ear, still in a good mood. Well, as good a mood as Bobbie can be these days. She sits up in the bed, placing her feet against the floor and taking a few moments to fully awaken before she stands up and walks over to her suitcase, grabbing a fresh set of clothes. As she is about to walk to the bathroom to get ready for the day, she nearly jumps out of her skin when she glances at her reflection in the mirror.
Bobbie: Jesus Christ! You again?! I thought I made you disappear months ago?!
“Good Bobbie” is staring back at her, not at all pleased.
“Oh, please! You really think that worked?! You must be forgetting what happened New Year’s Eve…”
Bobbie: New Year’s Eve? What? I was trashed! I passed out in my bed and woke up there the next morning!
Good Bobbie shakes her head in the mirror. Bad Bobbie frowns and folds her arms.
“Well, you did get trashed, but that’s not all that happened. You see, YOU stumbled over to Artie’s house and fell in his front lawn. *I* made the save after he helped us back home. Sooner or later, I’ll take control again, and you know it.”
Bobbie: Bullshit! You said yourself that you’re weak! You can’t come back. I’m stronger than you and I always will be.
“For now. But I’m growing stronger everyday. I’m watching your destruction everyday and it’s giving me more reason and motivation to overpower you. Before you alienate everyone completely.”
Bad Bobbie starts laughing as she looks at her reflection, literally her better half. She takes a step closer to the dresser, and the mirror attached to the back of it.
Bobbie: It’s like I told you, sweetheart. The damage has already been done. You think people will forgive you for what I did? Guess again. And it’s only getting worse from here. I’m going to do what you couldn’t do.
“And what is that? Win a chance at the World Bombshell Championship? Newsflash, honey, you had control when the match against Christina Rose was booked. You think this one is going to be any different? You’re delusional!”
Bobbie: That was thanks to that little twit, Dani! She got someone to play her damn music and then Christina pulled a Crystal move and took advantage of it despite her saying she didn’t want to win like that! Bitch move by both!
Good Bobbie just rolls her eyes as Bad Bobbie slams her first down on the dresser, defending her “loss” to Christina Rose.
“Says the one talking to herself in the mirror. You don’t stand a chance in this one and you know it. You’re up against Sammie, Keira and Andrea all at once. This isn’t a fatal four way to start off it. It’s a handicapped match that will turn into a triple threat between those three. You’re not making things better for me. You’re making them worse.”
”Bad Bobbie” just glares into the mirror as she backs up and sits on the edge of the bed, still staring into the mirror at her good side who is trying to break free.
Bobbie: What do you think that lumberjill match was against Keira last month? I’m not afraid of them, and all three of them can’t stop me. Especially not Keira.
Bad Bobbie snickers at the thought of Keira Fisher Johnson. Good Bobbie shakes her head yet again.
“You’d be surprised what Keira can do when she has people on her side. You’re all fighting for the same prize, and Keira has probably wanted it more than me for the longest time. She really deserves it if you ask me. Besides, have you gone back and watched any matches she’s had against Roxi?! Amazing!”
Bobbie: Oh shut the hell up! Whose side are you on, anyway?! Your own, or Team Hero’s?! You really are weak. Always thinking about everyone else and not your damn self! I’m not going to let Keira win this one even if SHE is the one that needs a damn army or any help to win a match. I want this more than her. I’m a real leader. Not her!
“You don’t want the title. You want the attention. You want the power. That’s where Keira differs. That is where you should be more afraid of her, because she doesn’t need the power. She has all the power she needs with the entire world backing her and supporting her. You’ve been more concerned about Sam Marlowe. I think you need to be more worried about Keira.”
Bad Bobbie throws her head back and starts laughing. She laughs for a while before she stands up and steps back towards the mirror.
Bobbie: Christ, you really are stupid. Keira isn’t a threat. She’s probably the weakest link in the whole match, but you actually think I need to worry about her the most?! Go back to your corner, bitch, and let me show you how real women handle things. Alright?!
Bad Bobbie then flips herself off in the mirror. Good Bobbie is disappointed, but Bad Bobbie was right. She’s just not strong enough to get back to the ones she loves before it’s really too late. She soon disappears. Before Bad Bobbie disappears into the bathroom, she gets an idea. She heads over to her phone and opens up a new text message...to Artie. As she types the message, she speaks out loud.
Bobbie: Artie...honey...I’m sorry. I miss you. I really do and I need to see you. Can you meet me in Miami this weekend? I...I really need your support.
She chuckles to herself as she sends the message then places her phone back down on the end table next to the bed.
Bobbie: And of course he’ll come running.
She then disappears into the bathroom to shower and clean up for the day. As the water starts running, her phone dings with a response from Artie…
Keira Fisher-Johnson. AGAIN. I have to face Keira Fisher-Johnson AGAIN. Granted, this time it’s not one-on-one, but I’m forced to face her a second time and THIS time it’s to determine the number one contender to the World Bombshell Championship. What. The. Hell?!
I thought I made myself clear last month when I faced that bitch. I thought when I defeated her that *I* would be closer to the World Bombshell Championship than she is! How is THAT fair that she loses to ME, and we both get the same opportunity to earn a shot at the title?! Someone explain that to me! PLEASE! Mark Ward. Christian Underwood. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!
Oh...wait. Silly ME for asking, because I know DAMN WELL what the answer her. She’s Roxi’s wife! They’re TEAM HERO! Everyone absolutely drools at the thought of Roxi and Keira facing off against each other, let alone with a title on the line, so the bias absolutely continues! Keira doesn’t have to win any matches at all to even be considered. She’s a shoe in thanks to being married to the greatest of all time, Roxi!
Keira, I’m speaking directly to you now. I hope you’re listening to this. Don’t think that just because you are being given this chance to EARN a shot that it means you deserve it, much less that you even stand a God damned chance of winning it! Unless, of course, someone pays the ref. Stranger things have happened, right?
You might have two Bombshells that you can team up with in this match to try and stop me from winning, but weren’t the odds more in your favor at December 2 Dismember? You had an entire locker room out there, and they still couldn’t stop me! Do you really think that stupid “Anyone But Bobbie” hashtag on Twitter is going to mean anything?!
Hell no!
You’re singles career here is still meaningless. Without Roxi on your side, you can’t pick up a win. She carries Team Hero, just like she did last week when you faced Christina and Seleana! Roxi is the strongest between the two of you, and you’re just weak! No matter how strong you make yourself out to be.
Why did you come back, Keira? Why did you even return to SCW? Could you not bear to think of Roxi doing something without you? Or were you somehow hoping that you would become the World Bombshell Champion before her? I’m betting it’s probably a little bit of both.
If Sam and Andrea are smart, they’d help ME make sure that YOU don’t win the match because it’s laughable you’re even a part of it in the first place! Regardless of whether or not they’ll see my point of view, which they probably won’t, I’m going to make DAMN sure you don’t get a World Bombshell Title shot before me! I’ll break your damn leg if I have to.
I’m doing whatever it takes, Keira. To stop you. To prove that you do NOT deserve this chance! I’m out for you, Keira. You’re the first one on my radar because the fact they booked you in this match just pisses me off!
Yoo thought I was dangerous before? Wait until you see me on Sunday!
January 17th, 2020
Miami, Florida
No Turning Back- The Ultimate Betrayal...Or Lie?
We’re just two days away from Climax Control coming to you live from the FIU Ocean Bank Arena here in Miami, Florida. Winter’s in Florida were much different than a better part of the United States. It’s the time of year many retirement age folks from Bobbie’s own home state of Illinois chose to head to for the entirety of the winter season. Due to, of course, the mild Florida climate.
Today, however, has been quite the rainy day. Bobbie has been in Miami for most of the week, having chosen not to travel back to Illinois for the few days and then fly straight to Miami. The weather in Illinois at the moment was less than favorable, anyway.
She’s currently seated at table in a local restaurant, waiting patiently for Artie to join her. They had made plans to meet up and talk things through over dinner, and that conversation was happening tonight. As she waits for him to arrive, she takes a sip of her wine, grinning from ear to ear over what she is planning. It is then that the voice in her head…”Good Bobbie” as it were...spoke up out of curiosity. And, perhaps, concern.
“You’re planning something, aren’t you? What are you planning, because I swear...If you hurt him—“
Bobbie laughs to herself for a moment, trying not to make it too obvious as people might be watching.
Bobbie: Shush, you. You can trust me on this. I’m doing what I should have done a long time ago.
“Apologize to him and make things right? Good! Wait...that’s not what you’re doing, is it? Artie is the best thing that has happened to me! Don’t screw it up!”
Bobbie: How many times do I have to tell you to shut up?! Ooh look. There he is now.
Bobbie stands up from the table as she spots Artie walk into the restaurant. She waves him over and he heads her way, a skeptical look on his face. Despite that, the two share an embrace.
Bobbie: Artie, honey. I’m so glad to see you.
They take their seats at the table and Artie stares at her, confused deep down, but giving her the benefit of the doubt.
Artie: It’s...good to see you, too. I, uh, didn’t think you’d be calling me anytime soon.
Bobbie: I needed to see you. I know I made a fool of myself on New Year’s Eve, but that’s what my special cocktails do, right?! Three sheets to the wind in a matter of minutes!
Bobbie laughs, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Artie chuckles awkwardly, getting a sense that something is up, but he waits and hopes for the best.
Artie: Yeah, that’s why I don’t ever drink it.
They share a laugh, and “Bad” Bobbie tries to play it off like she’s really the good one. The Bobbie that Artie fell in love with. The Bobbie that everyone wants back. Meanwhile, “Good” Bobbie listens in, helpless to stop whatever “Bad” Bobbie is about to do.
“I’m begging you. Please don’t do whatever you’re about to do!”
But she is ignored. Bobbie just looks at Artie, her smile fading quickly. But before she goes to speak, Artie breaks their momentary silence.
Artie: Sooo...big match this weekend, huh? You nervous at all?
Bobbie: Me? Nervous? Nah! I’m good! I want this more than any of them so I’ll be fine. Listen, I need to—
Artie interrupts her again, before she can say what she has been trying to say. Maybe it is because he can sense it.
Artie: Confidence is good, but sometimes I think you should be a little nervous. You know, just in case. This is probably your toughest challenge to date.
Bobbie lets out a sigh, trying to keep her annoyance hidden for the moment. She knew he was stalling.
Bobbie: You know me, always up for a challenge. But, I feel better than ever! I’ve already beat Keira, and I’m not about to let myself get beat by Sam again. I’ve been working for this for the last seven months at least.
Artie: What about Andrea?
Bobbie leans back in her seat and folds her arms. It is then that her true “Bad Bobbie” colors show, even to Artie.
Bobbie: What about her?
Artie: Well...you didn’t mention her at all. It’s like you forgot about her. Personally, I think she’s gonna be the one you should look out for.
Bobbie laughs and lets out a loud snort. So loud that people around them turn and stare for a few moments, but Bobbie ignores them.
Bobbie: Andrea isn’t the one I have to worry about. Sam is the one who has beat me three times already, remember? She’s clearly the biggest challenge. No, it’ll be a battle between me and Sam.
Artie shakes his head, disagreeing whole heartedly.
Artie: I...I don’t think so. Andrea has been making waves in SCW since she debuted. People are already placing bets on when she’ll win the title. Sam...she’s faltering I think. No, Andrea is your biggest threat out there. And, she’s already defeated you once, too.
Bobbie: Artie, baby, listen to me. A single win over me means nothing. Mercedes had a win over me before. Now I hold two over her. Trinity Jones had beat me before, I beat her our second go around. Trust me, I’m making up for that loss this time around. But that’s not—
Artie: Bobbie, c’mon…
She grows more annoyed at Artie interrupting her, and it begins to show. She clenches her fists under the table, holding herself back from slamming them down on the table and making a scene.
“Listen to him. He knows what he’s saying! You better not hurt him!”
Bobbie: Wow. Are you really not believing in me right now, Artie? Are you just like everyone else and counting me out, despite how I’ve turned things around in the ring recently?!
Artie: What? No, of course not. I’m just trying—
Bobbie: Trying to change my thinking! You’re trying to trip me up and screw with my confidence. Artie, I want to be a champion more than anything else right now. I’ll do whatever it takes. But I didn’t call you hear to talk about that. So please quit interrupting me.
Artie leans back, staring at her, confused. He wants to say something in response, but he’s lost for words.
Bobbie: I called you hear to talk about us. Things have been really strained with us lately, and we need to talk about it.
Artie: Can’t...can’t it wait until after Sunday? I...I don’t want us to fight and get you distracted from—
Bobbie: You won’t be a distraction, Artie. Not...not anymore.
“What the HELL are you doing?!?! LET ME OUT! STOP!”
Artie’s face falls and he just blinks at her. He expected this. Something in the pit of his stomach told him something bad was happening, yet he still couldn’t believe it.
Artie: What...what are you talking about?
Bobbie: What do you think I’m talking about, honey? I...I can’t focus on a relationship right now. I can’t let myself get distracted by you when I’m trying to become the World Bombshell Champion.
“Artie! She’s lying! Don’t believe her! I NEED YOU!!”
Artie: I...I...don’t believe you. You said it yourself before. You need me. You need my—
Bobbie holds her hand up and Artie goes quiet.
Bobbie: Artie, I slept with someone else!
The entire restaurant goes silent after silverware clinks on plates and all eyes turn in their direction. Bobbie had clearly been wanting to say that the entire time, but had put it off with Artie’s constant interruptions.
“That’s not true! Oh, God! Artie! Don’t believe her! She’s pushing you away!!!”
Artie: You...you...how could you?
Bobbie: It’s not like it meant anything. One night stands are kinda fun, you know…
Heartless. Absolutely heartless. And to make matters worse, “Bad” Bobbie chuckles, proud of herself and the fact she is breaking Artie’s heart.
Artie: So that’s why you made me fly out here? You couldn’t...you couldn’t just tell me over the phone?! I really thought you were better than that. I...I don’t know what happened to you, but…
“Oh my God. Artie, honey. I’m so sorry. Please, please. Don’t believe her. She’s lying! She really is lying!”
Bobbie: But what, Artie? Because telling you over the phone would have been better? Either way I chose to tell you would make me the bad guy. If people are going to consider me a bitch no matter what, I might as well play the part. Besides, at least you got laid in all of this. Because I know despite what that batshit crazy, Ronnie, said the two of you never did anything.
For the first time in...well, ever...Artie’s eyes narrow at Bobbie and he glares at her with a look that could kill.
Artie: So this is what you want, then? To push everyone away? To push your family away? To push me away? Congrats. It’s working.
Bobbie: And congrats on you, Artie. You’re finally growing a pair. Toughening up a bit. Maybe you’ll learn to stand up to your mother next?
Artie has had enough at this point. Just as the waiter walks up to take their orders, Artie stands up from his seat and looks at Bobbie. A mix of anger and heartbreak is written all over his face as Bobbie grins.
Artie: You deserve to lose that match this week. You deserve every bit of failure that is coming your way. I should have listened to people warning me about you these last few months. Good-bye, BOOBIE!
Artie shouts her name incorrectly and on purpose. Majority of the restaurant starts laughing, and Artie storms out, leaving Bobbie on her own. The waiter takes a step back and walks away as Bobbie glares around the restaurant as people continue laughing.
Bobbie: What the hell are you people laughing at?! Mind your own damn business!
Bobbie pulls a wad of cash out of her cleavage(eww) and tosses a few bills down on the table. She follows Artie’s lead a few moments later and storms out of the restaurant, ready to head back to her hotel room for the night.
Andrea Hernandez. The up and comer! The rising star! The one that everyone is apparently talking about and placing their bets on early on. I mean, she’s only been in SCW four months and had already had an opportunity at the World Bombshell Championship!
Which...she lost. Because she ain’t fuckin’ ready, nor does she deserve it. But, I’m Bobbie Dahl, what do I know, right? I’m the fat chick with the stupid name who has lost a few matches so that automatically makes me wrong about everything! You people can kiss my ass. And those of you betting on Andrea, or thinking I need to worry about her more than Sam or Keira, you’re fooling yourselves! Hell those of you thinking Keira stands a chance are even bigger fools, but I’ve already said my piece against her. Now it’s time to focus on Andrea, because...can’t forget about her, right?!
What is it about this chick? What is so special about her? So she’s won a few matches already? Big deal! I’ve watched her promos and they’re nothing special. They don’t make me beg for more! If anything, they bore me to death, yet somehow...people think she’s a threat! Whatever! Ya’ll are crazy!
Yes, Andrea has beat me once before. I’ll remind myself of that fact, but let me remind you all that when I faced her, that was a different me! That was the WEAK version of me that I’ve overcome! I’ve grown as a person and as a competitor and now? Andrea doesn’t stand a chance against me. I’m stronger and more dangerous, and Andrea is someone who will let that one win over me get to her head.
Let’s face facts here. People aren’t rooting for Andrea because they like her or because they really think she stands a chance at beating me. They’re rooting for her because they don’t want ME to win. They’re betting on Andrea, because they’re counting me out, yet again, and making the biggest mistake of their lives, yet again! And I’m sick of it!
I’ve been around twice as long as Andrea, at least, yet somehow people think she’s better than me?! That SHE should be the one to go against Roxi at My Bloody Valentine III?! Nope! No way! No how! NOT GONNA HAPPEN! Not as long as there is breath in my lungs! I will NOT let Andrea Hernandez win this!
Do you hear me, Andrea? Are you listening closely?! Sure, I might have been confident the last time we faced off a few months back. But this time?! It’s a whole different level of confidence. Of DETERMINATION! Because last time, I didn’t have anything to lose, honey. I already had my Bombshell Roulette Championship opportunity against Samantha Marlowe signed and sealed. I was just fighting to walk into High Stakes with the upperhand. With a victory.
This match, though? The fact that a match against Roxi is on the line? I have to stop you, Andrea. No matter the cost. No matter what I have to do, you WILL be stopped because you’re trying to take something that I’ve been fighting for longer! You want something that I’ve wanted LONGER! More importantly, you’re just another bitch trying to save the current champ from the beating I have in store for her!
You’re no better than the rest, Andrea. I get your game. I know your plan. I see your sneaky little tweets on Twitter! You’re not fooling me, honey. 2020 might have started off with a win for you, honey, but you’re gonna be fed a loss soon enough, and you’re gonna realize your place in SCW real quick.
Here’s your hint. It’s beneath me! Preferably flattened like a pancake after I hit you with a Bobbie Bomb! Because there’s nothing I like better than squashing a growing pain in the ass like you! And that’s exactly what you are! A pain in the ass, because of how much people keep trying to kiss your’s!
You know something else that just boils my blood, Andrea? One specific line from the preview for this match this week. I’m half tempted to find the asshole that wrote it and give him a piece of my mind!
“Andrea Hernandez has ben on a roll, impressing one and al with her string of victories! This match will be her reward for all of her recent hard work!”
Are...You...Kidding...Me?! So she gets rewarded for all her hard work with a chance to earn another World Bombshell Championship Match, yet when I feel I deserve the same, I constantly get shit on and people bitching to me left and right?! I’m getting overlooked all the damn time for someone like you, yet I’ve been working just as hard, if not harder! Where is the justice in that?!
Sure, I’m in this match too. Yeah, I’m being given the same opportunity but do people feel that I deserve it? Do people think I’m going to walk out with MY hand held high and my shot against Roxi signed and sealed?! Nope! They’re still bashing me every chance they get and going on and on with that bullshit hashtag that Keira started!
I won’t stand for it, Andrea! There will be NO distractions during this one. NOTHING will hold me back and no one will stop me or save you three bitches from getting what I want! Not Dani Weston. No Alicia Lukas. Not Mercedes Vargas.
Not even the champion herself, because she’s too much of a coward!
I won’t fail this time, Andrea. That weak failure you faced last time has been cast aside. Locked away, never to return, because she was an embarrassment. She pandered to what the fans wanted of her. She continued doing her stupid little Bobbie’s Boo segments, and all that childish shit because she thought people were laughing with her. In reality they were laughing AT her. So, I got rid of her.
And I came away better for it. That last loss to you was just the beginning. How sickening it was to lose to someone who was only in their third match in SCW, while me? I was moving on to challenge for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. That loss ate away at me so much, I lost again. And again. I couldn’t let it continue.
Losing to Sam was the straw that broke the camel’s back, sure. But losing to you, Andrea? It was the spark that eventually set the whole thing off. So, really, people have YOU to thank for who I am at this very moment. And they only have themselves to blame for my continued destruction the longer they continue to doubt me.
Give it your best shot, Andrea. Team up with Sam and Keira if you feel the need to, all that will prove is that deep down, you know that you can’t stop me by yourself. None of you can. I don’t need an army behind me. I don’t need to face someone three against one. I take them out of commission all on my own. Don’t believe me? Just ask Dani and Alicia, they’ll tell you.
2020 is MY year, Andrea. 2020 is the year that I become the World Bombshell Champion and FINALLY make everyone realize the threat I am. The dominant force that I am! One by one they’ll throw you bitches at me.
And one by one you’ll all fall!
Climax Control 258 is MY night! Sam…Keira...Andrea. Bring your best. Or bring your worst. Either way, it won’t be enough. I’m moving on to face Roxi Johnson one way or another, and I dare any of you to try and stop me!
See ya soon, bitches!
