Growing Up Bobbie: Part One
SCENE ONE: Rest and Recover
Location: Coal City, Illinois
Climax Control Two Hundred and Sixty in Orlando, Florida turned out much worse than Bobbie had imagined. Actually, she didn’t really imagine much of anything to happen in Orlando, as she wasn’t booked and she told herself not to go after Roxi, because she wanted the champion at one hundred percent leading into their match in two weeks. But what she didn’t see coming, even though she had been threatened numerous times, was payback for what she did, and attempted to do, to Odette Stevens at last week’s show.
Her motive for attacking Odette had yet to be determined, but it wouldn’t matter. It was a decision she would live to regret by the end of Climax Control this week. Earlier on in the night, London Underground members Charlotte and Makenzie had spotted her during an interview and immediately gave chase. Bobbie somehow managed to get away from them, but only temporarily. She was eventually confronted by four other angry Bombshells, and it led to a beatdown that very nearly could have put her on the injured list for quite some time.
But thanks to Roxi Johnson, it didn’t. It did, however, lead to a few stitches in her head and a bruised fat lip, as well as being put on concussion watch for a few days. If Bobbie had a concussion, she wouldn’t be cleared to wrestle, and that meant she wouldn’t get her one-on-one shot against Roxi. There’s no way she would let that happen.
Bobbie was eventually cleared to fly, and the only place she could go was back home- to Illinois. She still hadn’t found a place of her own. She hadn’t even looked recently, but despite her parents being upset with her, they weren’t rushing her out, either. In fact, her mother, Barbie, had flown to Orlando to accompany her daughter back home. Her father, Ken, had refused.
Barbie: Your father won’t be home until later. I suggest you take this time to rest as much as possible. He hasn’t been very happy with you lately.
Bobbie lets out a slight laugh as she slowly saunters into the front living room. She was tired, and she had a slight headache. Her father was the least of her worries.
Bobbie: Yes, I know, Ma. You don’t need to remind me every chance you get. Can we please not get into this right now, anyway? I just want to take a nap before Mr. Angry Pants gets home.
Her mother stands in the doorway leading to the living room. She leans against the doorframe, her arms folded and a stern facial expression.
Barbie: You know what? No. I don’t think I will let you rest, either. You’ve been simply impossible to deal with lately and I’ve yet to understand where this whole attitude change is coming from. Six other women attacked you on Sunday, Bobbie. Six!
Bobbie: No shit, Ma! I’ve got the stitches, headache and a fat lip to prove it! What exactly is your point?!
Her mother pushes herself away from the doorframe and slowly steps into the living room. Bobbie has her feet propped up on the coffee table, and her mother forcefully kicks them off. Bobbie’s jaw drops as she stares at her mother.
Barbie: My point, dear sweet daughter of mine, is that you’re lucky they didn’t do more damage! Had that woman you might be facing in two weeks’ time—
Bobbie: I AM facing her, Ma. There’s no might be about it.
Barbie nods but she rolls her eyes at the same time.
Barbie: Yes, well that remains to be seen until your appointment next week. They may very well not clear you.
Bobbie: Trust me, they’ll clear me. I don’t have a damn concussion. I’m not going to give those whores the satisfaction of putting me out of commission for this match.
Barbie: Well regardless...had that woman you’re facing not persuaded them to stop, who knows how badly you would have been injured. You’re my daughter, and no matter how terrible you act, I will always love you, but—
Bobbie stands up quickly. A little too quickly as it seems as she gets a little wobbly on her feet and nearly falls back down. Once the dizziness goes away, she glares at her mother.
Bobbie: But what, Ma?! Are you taking their side, then? You think I deserved it?
Barbie thinks for a moment, getting a good look at the look in her daughter’s eyes. She didn’t recognize this woman standing before her. Not one single bit.
Barbie: I don’t know what I think anymore, Bobbie. What I do know is that this woman standing in front of me? The person glaring at me with such disdain in her eyes? I don’t recognize her. And I don’t like her.
Bobbie laughs.
Bobbie: They ganged up on me six against one, Ma! Yeah, I’ve attacked a few of them here and there, including their precious mentor Odette Stevens, but that was one against one! Say whatever the hell you like, but I didn’t deserve that shit. And security didn’t even get involved right away! Don’t speak about shit you know nothing about or don’t even understand.
Bobbie then turns around and steps back to the sofa. She sits back down, propping her legs up on the sofa instead of the coffee table and puts a pillow behind her head. She folds her arms and has nothing left to say. Barbie just shakes her head, trying to understand what went wrong with her daughter, but she can’t. She lets out a sigh and turns and walks away, heading into another room.
Bobbie closes her eyes and tries to get some rest, and for a while it works. Her entire body relaxes and she’s just about to fall into a deep sleep, when the doorbell rings. She nearly jumps out of her skin, but she doesn’t get up to answer the door. The doorbell rings again.
Bobbie: Ma! Can you get that, please?!
Barbie: You’re closer to the front door, Bobbie! Get up yourself and see who it is!
Bobbie growls and she’s tempted to protest, but she decides against it. She slowly stands up from the sofa and heads to the front door. When she opens the door, prepared to give their unexpected guest a piece of her mind, she’s surprised at who she sees. A familiar face to SCW. The Faithful Fangirl, Zelda Clark!
Bobbie: Well if it isn’t Zelda Clark. How the hell did you find out where I live?
Zelda smiles.
Zelda: Oh come on, Bobbie. We’re both Illinois girls. And you’re from Coal City. It’s not that hard to find someone down here.
Bobbie folds her arms. She’s not exactly thrilled to see Zelda, but she doesn’t slam the door in the former blogger’s face, either.
Bobbie: We may both be from Illinois, Zelda, but we’re from two different worlds. Naperville and Coal City are like night and day. Now...what do you want?
Zelda: Not going to invite me in? How very rude of you.
Bobbie rolls her eyes and growls before she holds the door open, inviting Zelda in. Zelda smiles again as she walks into the Dahl family home.
Zelda: Lovely home your parents have here, Bobbie. So how are you feeling?
Bobbie: I’m not in the mood for pleasantries, Zelda. What. Do. You. Want?
Zelda spins on her heel and comes face to face with the most hated Bombshell in SCW currently. Bobbie has her arms folded once again as she waits for an answer. Zelda lets out a sigh.
Zelda: Alright. Here’s the deal. You’re heading into the biggest match of your career so far in less than two weeks. Everyone hated you at the moment, because of the choices you’ve made lately. Now, I’m not exactly your biggest fan, either, but I’d like to give the SCW viewers and fans a look into your life. An in-depth interview so people can maybe understand you a little better.
Bobbie thinks for a moment and then she starts laughing. Zelda, however, does not share her amusement.
Bobbie: I don’t need people to understand me, Zelda, nor do I give a crap. What I say won’t have any effect on the outcome of my match against Roxi, either.
Zelda: Maybe not. But it might get more people to change their view on you. They might realize just how serious you are, and how big a threat you are to Roxi.
The two stare at one another for a little while, Zelda hoping Bobbie will agree. Bobbie eventually takes in a deep breath and exhales with a nod.
Bobbie: Alright, fine. I don’t think it’ll really work, but it couldn’t possibly make things worse. What do you have in mind?
Zelda smiles and Bobbie leads her over to the sofa where Zelda gets more in-depth on her plans for the interview. Bobbie slowly nods as she processes everything and takes it all in.
The camera starts recording and it focuses on the familiar smiling face of Zelda Clark, former Faithful Fangirl blog writer to SCW. It has been years since her last article hit the SCW website, but she’s back now, if only for this very special in-depth interview with World Bombshell Championship Number One Contender, Bobbie Dahl. For months now, Bobbie’s actions and attitude has made her the most hated Bombshell on the roster.
Zelda: Hello everyone and thank you so much for tuning into what should prove to be a very insightful interview. For those of you who do not know me, my name is Zelda Clark, blog writer. In less than two weeks, the World Bombshell Championship will be on the line at My Bloody Valentine in what is already one of the most talked about matches on the card. And it’s simply because of the woman challenging for that title, Bobbie Dahl. Bobbie is joining me for this special interview as I hope to give a deeper look into Bobbie’s past that might give all of you a better understanding as to her actions as of late. Bobbie, thank you for joining me.
The camera switches to Bobbie Dahl. She has a slight grin on her face as she looks to Zelda, and just shrugs.
Bobbie: What can I say? You wouldn’t have taken no for an answer, right? Not that I really think this whole thing is necessary, nor do I believe it’ll even work. But...it’s worth a shot, right?
Zelda: That is the plan. At least, part of it. You’ve been back in Sin City Wrestling for going on nine months now. In that time frame you’ve challenged for the Bombshell Roulette Championship twice, failing both times. Now you’ll be in the co-main event of a supercard for the first time in your career when you challenge for the World Bombshell Championship for the first time. Almost everyone believes that not only do you not deserve it, but that you don’t stand a chance. Don’t you want to prove them all wrong?
Bobbie smiles and lets out a chuckle. Her eyes never look away from Zelda.
Bobbie: Of course I’d love to prove each and every one of them wrong. And I plan to do just that when I beat Roxi and am handed that title. But do I think it’ll matter? No. They’ll all keep singing the same tune, bt that’s on them.
Zelda nods. Normally she would use this interview as the topic of a written article, but the cameras prove to be a different direction for her. Bobbie runs her hand through her hair, waiting for the next question.
Zelda: Bobbie, when you first appeared in Sin City Wrestling almost three years ago, and even when you returned last summer, your personality and overall attitude was what many people liked about you. It’s why they rooted for you. I think I can speak for everyone when we were all shocked when you changed the way you did. None of us saw it happening. Now, I believe this was triggered by events that reminded you of your childhood. Am I wrong?
Bobbie again laughs. She rolls her eyes and adjusts her position in her chair before looking back to Zelda.
Bobbie: What are you? My new therapist? Was Mister Self Help so angry with me over attacking Odette Stevens, he found someone else to play shrink?
Zelda shakes her head, an amused smile appearing on her face.
Zelda: Interesting theory, but no. As I said early, I’m just trying to give everyone the explanation they’ve been wanting for so long. Many would say you’re just a cold-hearted bitch, but I’m not so sure about that anymore. You didn’t answer my question.
Bobbie: You’re not completely wrong, no. People who have never walked a mile in the shoes of someone like me just don’t understand. They’ve never had to endure the teasing and the bullying I did when I was a kid. I bet everyone thinks that just because I was so upbeat and positive, that I didn’t let what every single kid in school did or said to me bother me. I bet that even you think so, right?
Zelda thinks for a moment. She’s tempted to lie, but she eventually nods.
Zelda: At first maybe I thought that, but now I’m not so sure. It would explain quite a lot.
Bobbie: You’re probably the only person who thinks so. I’m almost thirty-four years old, and shit from my childhood still bugs me to this day. It still affects my daily life, despite what anyone might think. Being a professional wrestler has a lot of similarities to what I went through as a kid, you know that?
Zelda crosses her right leg over her left and keeps her eyes locked on Bobbie, listening intently to her story.
Zelda: I don’t. But I’d like to understand what you mean. How is it similar?
Bobbie: I’m no stranger to people laughing at me, making fun of me or just generally not liking me at all. I’m the fat girl. I always have been. They make backhanded comments about my weight all the time and it goes along with them not believing in me or thinking that I’m good enough. Same shit happened when I was a kid. Just because I wasn’t athletic or as fast as everyone else, they counted me out. Just like everyone has been doing to me since I’ve been in SCW. I’m not stupid.
Zelda: Don’t you think you’ve allowed yourself to be blind to those who did believe in you, because of how you were treated growing up? Because I know there were people who had faith in you and truly rooted for you.
Bobbie shakes her head and laughs. She finally looks away from Zelda as she continues to speak.
Bobbie: Of course you’d say that. But again, I’m not stupid. If anything, my eyes were opened because of how I was treated as a kid. I’m not and I never have been blind. I’ve been dealing with this shit since I was at least eight years old. No matter how hard I tried to fit in, or how much I tried to make friends...I never did…
Bobbie keeps looking off to the side and away from Zelda. Zelda stares at Bobbie, and as Bobbie is about to give the first glimpse of her childhood, Zelda sees a tear form in the corner of Bobbie’s eye. A tell-tale sign of the pain she’s had to endure her entire life.
Flashback Scene One
Twenty-Five Years Ago
The Cruelty Begins…
Gym class. The one class in school that most kids don’t generally hate. It’s the one class where they can almost always have fun and just let loose after tests and homework and boring math lessons and such. Gym class offers the kids the opportunity to be just that. Kids.
But it also happens to be the one class that young Bobbie Dahl dreads the most. While the rest of her classmates are excited about what activity they will be playing for the day, Bobbie stays at the back of the pack, terrified of what the teacher has in store for them. And it’s not because she doesn’t like to play the games. It’s because…
Teacher: Alright, kids! Everyone line up and quiet down! Come on! Listen up!
Bobbie and her classmates rush to the sideline surrounding the school gymnasium. She’s at the end of the line as everyone looks to their teacher, obeying orders and going quiet. Bobbie’s stomach starts to churn because she has taken notice of the goal nets on either side of the gym meaning only one thing.
Teacher: Alright. Good. Now, as you can see, I’ve got the soccer nets set up. So today, we’re gonna play some indoor soccer.
Bobbie frowns, but the rest of her classmates cheer excitedly. Bobbie hates soccer the most due to the fact she’s not a very fast runner, nor can she protect the goal at all. She was at a huge disadvantage here.
Teacher: Now I’m going to pick two of you to be captains to pick your teams, and you’ll decide as a team who gets to play goalie. Any volunteers for captains?
Almost the entire class raises their hands, wanting nothing more than to choose their team. Bobbie is the only one who doesn’t. The teacher eventually chooses the captains and they stand on either side of him. One by one they choose their friends to play on their team. And it’s no secret that they are avoiding choosing Bobbie like the plague. Bobbie is eventually the last one left and the team she is forced to join lets out loud groans.
Captain: Oh great! We got Bobbie! We’re probably gonna lose!
Laughter ensues from the opposing team and Bobbie just looks to the floor as she joins her teammates.
Teacher: Jack, be nice or you’ll earn yourself a trip to the principal’s office next time. Got it?
Jack: Ugh. Fine!
The team captain, now identified as Jack, turns around and the two teams walk to their side of the gym. They each huddle to discuss who will be their goalie, but Bobbie doesn’t get as close to the huddle as the others.
Jack: Ok guys, we gotta play as good as we can without Bobbie’s help. She’s gonna stay away from the goal and the ball if we want to win.
Every word stings and breaks her heart a little more. She decides to try and speak up.
Bobbie: Guys. I’m...I’m really not that bad. If you’d just let me—
Jack: No! You’re a fat ugly loser! I’m not going to let our team be losers like you!
The rest of their teammates laugh and point at Bobbie as they all begin calling her a loser. She backs away and when she can feel tears forming in her eyes she rushes out of the gymnasium as everyone watches and laughs. As Bobbie rushes out of the gymnasium, she hears the teacher yell at Jack and the rest of her team, and she decides to just sit on the floor against the wall refusing to play. That is until the teacher walks out to find her.
Teacher: Bobbie? Where did you go?
He heard sniffling to his right. He turns and walks until he finds her sitting against the wall.
Teacher: Bobbie, come on. Let’s get back in the gym and play some soccer.
Bobbie shakes her head.
Bobbie: They won’t let me! They think just because I’m fat that I can’t play! I don’t want to play anymore.
Bobbie wipes her eyes and folds her arms. The teacher just looks down at her and lets out a sigh.
Teacher: They will let you play because if they don’t they’ll get in trouble. Besides, don’t you want to try and prove them wrong?
Bobbie again shakes her head and looks away from her teacher. He eventually kneels down to get eye level with her, trying to cheer her up.
Teacher: Look, it’s not nice of them to treat you the way they are, and I promise you I won’t let it continue. Everyone will get their fair share of playing today, but I need you to get back into the gym. I can’t let you sit this out.
Bobbie: They’re just going to keep calling me a loser!
Teacher: So ignore them if they do. You’re the only one who can allow them to get under your skin. They can’t see you play as well as you say you can if you don’t take a chance.
Bobbie sniffles some more. Silence falls between them until she turns and finally looks at him. He just gives her an encouraging look until she gives in and stands up. He follows suit and they walk back into the gym where the class is waiting.
Jack: Oh great! The loser is back!
Before the teacher has a chance to yell at him, Bobbie walks up to the nearby soccer ball, and kicks it right at Jack! He has no time to react and it bounces off his midsection! He grabs his abdomen and doubles over as everyone turns and stares at Bobbie with a shocked look on her face.
Bobbie: I’m NOT a loser you big jerk!
Jack continues to hold his stomach and everyone begins laughing as Bobbie rejoins her teammates.
Teacher: Alright, alright. Everyone settle down and lets get this game started.
Jack slowly gets back to his feet as Bobbie glares at him. He stares at her, now terrified, and everyone takes their places for the game to begin.
Bobbie: Looking back on that day, and even before that with the crap I dealt with up until that point, I shouldn’t have. All it took was one moment for me to stand up for myself and everyone realized how serious I was. But that didn’t mean that what they all said and did didn’t hurt.
The camera turns back to Zelda as Bobbie finishes the first story from her childhood. Zelda is nodding, but she looks sad for Bobbie, and what she had to go through.
Zelda: As I can only imagine. But you were what, only eight years old? The way kids treat other kids can be downright cruel, but sometimes they don’t know any better. It’s all how everyone is raised. Everyone in SCW...they’re all adults now.
Bobbie nods, now looking angrier than before.
Bobbie: Yeah, no shit. Which means they should know better, but they’re no different than those mean little shits I had to deal with growing up. They’re no better, and their words still fucking hurt. Sure, I don’t let it bother me as much as I did back then, but I’m still dealing with the same shit. I’ve just learned how to defend myself better.
Zelda: How does it compare?
Bobbie: Oh come on. You know exactly how it compares, Zelda!
Zelda nods.
Zelda: I do, but I want people to hear this from you. I want you to say it in your own words. Make them understand.
Bobbie: They’re saying the same shit! They’re insulting me the same exact way. How many times has Sierra or Alicia Lukas or anyone else called me a loser? Just because I haven’t won a title...yet...I’m automatically a loser. How many times has Jessie Salco, or anyone else, made fat jokes about me? How many times have I been counted out of something simply because of my size?
Zelda doesn’t respond. She knows the answer, but she lets Bobbie continue.
Bobbie: Too many to fucking count, Zelda! Every match I’ve had, there’s been some comment or another from SOMEONE. It doesn’t matter how many matches I have won, or what I’ve done to prove that my size doesn’t put me at a disadvantage, people still have shit to say. And look what happens when I finally start defending myself and not putting up with their shit?
Zelda: What is that?
Bobbie: I get made out into the bad guy! Yet they’re all justified for one reason or another. I get turned into the villain for sticking up for myself. How the hell does that make any sense?!
Zelda thinks for a moment. Bobbie takes in a deep breath and has to look away from the camera momentarily as she gathers her thoughts. She looks back to Zelda a few moments later before Zelda continues.
Zelda: A lot of people might point out the fact that your actions haven’t exactly appeared to be you defending yourself. I mean, you attacked Dani Weston for no real reason, re-injuring her shoulder. And you attacked Alicia Lukas’ already injured shoulder, making the injury worse. They did absolutely nothing to provoke you.
Bobbie: Maybe not, but I did what I had to do. I’ve been working my ass off since day one, and the minute Dani Weston announced she was coming back, that would have put her in title contention. Alicia Lukas, as the now former champ, has a return clause already that she’ll get when she comes back. I’m tired of being overlooked simply because I’m the fat girl. Yet I’ve been working a lot harder than everyone else.
Bobbie closes her eyes and and breathes slowly- the tension starting to get to her. Zelda remains focused and professional and Bobbie finally reopens her eyes.
Zelda: You certainly have been putting in quite the effort this go around. Your first stint in SCW almost three years ago was much different. I think you were more focused on having fun than on winning. Is that true?
Bobbie laughs and nods.
Bobbie: Yeah, it’s true. It was pretty damn stupid, too. I didn’t care if I won or lost back then. I just walked out to the ring and had fun doing what I was doing. I was happy to be good at something, even if someone was a little better. It was a screwed up way of thinking.
Zelda: Why is that? I think more people should look at it in the same way. Wins and losses are important, sure, but if you let every loss get to you like some people do? Well, that doesn’t help any.
Bobbie: It was screwed up because I kept failing left and right. I won a single match and that was out of pure luck. I can’t actually say I was good at wrestling back then if I wasn’t winning matches. I know you can’t win them all, but to have a win loss record like that? Terrible.
Zelda cracks a smile. She lets out a slight laugh and nods.
Zelda: Do you think a lot of people are still using that win loss record against you? Like they’re using it as reason to think you’re not good enough?
Bobbie shrugs.
Bobbie: It’s possible. But I think it’s more likely that they’re using my failures now against me. I just don’t get why my failures are so much worse than others. Why do my failures, when they are the same as others around here, mean that I was undeserving of being given the same opportunity that others were without having to win a match to “earn” it. It makes no sense.
Zelda: Perhaps it’s because of your recent change in attitude. That seems to be when most people started to count you out.
Bobbie rolls her eyes. She looks into the camera, her head shaking and she lets out a slight laugh.
Bobbie: Everyone is using that as an excuse, but people just need to face it. They’ve never thought I was deserving of this shot. Now it’s just worse because I’m not well liked. They’ve never thought I could do it because of my size and I’m not as quick on my feet as anyone else. It’s not that hard to figure out. I guess it doesn’t help my case any that neither one of the bosses likes me now, either.
Bobbie chuckles again. Zelda even manages to crack an amused smile.
Zelda: I have it on good authority that Christian Underwood at one point was a big fan of yours. Wasn’t he the one to start that hashtag all those months ago to get you back in SCW?
Bobbie: Hell if I remember, but it doesn’t matter now. Ya piss them off once, and they change their tune. Nevermind the fact that I’m single-handedly turning this division upside down and putting them all on notice. Now even they don’t believe in me.
Zelda: I know of someone who probably believes in you, despite all the bad blood at the moment.
Bobbie raises an eyebrow, asking the question without speaking a word.
Zelda: Artie. He believed in you when you say no one else would. I’m sure there is a part of him that still does, knowing how close you two were. Until recently…
Bobbie: You just had to bring that up, didn’t you?
Bobbie folds her arms, clearly unhappy with Zelda’s decision to bring up her break up with Artie. Zelda tilts her head to the side and shrugs.
Zelda: Well, I mean, it is pretty significant. You and Artie had been friends for how long? He always supported you from what I could tell.
Bobbie: I met Artie before my tenth birthday. And yeah, it took us over twenty years to finally become a couple, but it was complicated. It still is. I made the decision to end the relationship with Artie before things got worse, because it was the right thing to do. I’m focusing on my career and he was too much of a distraction.
Zelda frowns and shakes her head.
Zelda: I don’t think many people would agree with that. He was perhaps your biggest supporter. And I’m sure he was like that from day one, right?
Bobbie shrugs. She looks away almost hesitant to get too onto the Artie subject, but it’s too late. Zelda stares at her, pressuring her for an answer.
Zelda: Come on, Bobbie. The whole point of this is to go in-depth. There’s no reason to leave anything out. Especially with someone who was such a big part of your life for so long.
Bobbie slowly moves her eyes to look at Zelda. She takes in a deep breath and then exhales a long sigh before turning to face her again.
Bobbie: Alright, fine. Yeah, he was my biggest supporter from day one, but it was probably because I stood up for him when he was the new kid at school. They found someone else to pick on, and I wasn’t about to let that shit happen, either.
Zelda listens intently again as Bobbie continues talking, this time speaking about the one part of her life that even more people were curious about. The day she met Artie…
Flashback Scene Two
Soulmates Meet
Twenty-Three Years Ago…
February in Illinois has been known to be quite unpredictable. For the most part, its residents can expect snow and cold, as it is the middle of winter. Today, however, it’s unseasonably warm. Such a nice day means that the kids at Coal City Elementary get to go outside for recess and let off some of their cabin fever if you will.
Most of the kids are running around playing tag, or doing their best at shooting some hoops. But Bobbie Dahl is over on the swingset, keeping to herself. It had been awhile since her classmates had picked on her as she had started sticking up for herself, but at the same time, she didn’t have any friends. But she didn’t seem to mind much.
Today was a different day. They had all been introduced to a new kid in class. A skinny kid with messy light brown/dirty blonde hair. Awkward was what most people would call him. And he had been quiet for the most part, too. So of course the more popular kids would find a reason to tease and make fun of him.
As Bobbie swung slowly back and forth, looking around the playground, she had spotted a group of about four of her classmates walking towards the new kid. He was sitting down on the ground, messing with some chalk, and they were fast approaching. As soon as she saw Jack kick the chalk out of the new kids hand, she jumped off of the swing and knew what she had to do. She heard them laughing from several feet away and the new kid was trying to get away. But Jack and his friends wouldn’t let him. No worries. Bobbie to the rescue!
Bobbie: Hey! Leave him alone!!
Jack and his friends immediately turn around as Bobbie is rushing angrily towards them. His friends back away, but Jack stands his ground. The new kid has managed to get back to his feet, but he’s frozen where he stands, terrified of what to do next.
Bobbie: I said leave...him...alone!
Jack: Look, guys, someone’s got a crush on the new kid! The other loser! Maybe they’ll get married!
Jack starts laughing, but his friends do not. Judging by the look on Bobbie’s face, they don’t want to get involved with this. Bobbie might sit on them! The second that Jack turns and looks away from Bobbie is the moment he’s shoved hard, and falls to the ground right on his butt! Bobbie has her fists clenched, prepared to do more, but one more look at her and jack knows he made a mistake.
Jack: Fine! I’ll leave you two losers alone! Don’t sit on me!
Jack jumps back to his feet and he and his friends run away to another part of the playground. Bobbie lets out a sigh and when she turns around, the new kid looks away quickly, avoiding eye contact.
Bobbie: You won’t need to worry about him anymore. I’ll handle him if you do. My name is Bobbie by the way. You’re the new kid that lives across the street from me? Arthur, right?
The new kid doesn’t say anything. He is still looking away and avoiding eye contact. Bobbie leans down and forces the two to make eye contact, and the poor kid looks even more nervous.
Bobbie: Hellloooo….I know you can talk. Your name is Arthur, right?
He finally looks up and into her eyes. He nods his head quickly, still unable to speak. Bobbie chuckles as she pats his shoulder.
Bobbie: Arthur makes you sound like and old person. I’m gonna call you Artie! That’s cool right?!
He looks up and blinks. As nervous as he was, he knew this girl was different than the others so he was able to relax almost immediately as he looked at her smiling face.
Artie: S-s-sure...That’s...fine.
Bobbie: Cool! I like the sound of Artie better anyway. Like I said, don’t worry about those guys anymore. They’re just a bunch of jerks. Just stick around with me and I’ll handle them.
Artie nods and he looks in the direction Jack and his friends went. They’re with another group of kids and they are all looking at Artie and Bobbie snickering. No doubt they are making fun of them from a distance.
Artie: They...they’re still laughing.
Bobbie: Ahhh let them. I’m sure they’ll back off for a while and then Jack will make the mistake of saying or doing something again. I’ll make him pee his pants next time. I came close this time!
Bobbie laughs and she takes a second to turn and give a warning glare to Jack. Jack quickly looks away, causing Bobbie to laugh again.
Artie: He’s scared of you. Did you beat him up or something?
Bobbie shakes her head.
Bobbie: No. I just got tired of his crap and I kicked a soccer ball at him. It bounced right off his stomach and knocked the wind out of him!
Bobbie again laughs, this time with pride behind her words. Artie stares at her for a moment and then laughs awkwardly.
Artie: Heh...wow. You’re pretty tough.
Bobbie: I am now. I wasn’t before. But it’s ok. We’ll get you there, too! Friends?!
Bobbie holds her hand out, offering a hand shake. Artie looks down at her hand nervously, but when he looks into her eyes again, he gives in and shakes her hand. Or, she shakes his with a lot more strength. Artie finally cracks a smile as the two form their new friendship, having a now common enemy.
Bobbie: You should ask your parents if you can come over for dinner tonight! My mom is making her famous lasagna!
Bobbie then leads Artie over to the swings to enjoy the last few minutes of their recess.
The camera focuses back in on Zelda’s face. She’s smiling once again, having enjoyed hearing about the moment Bobbie and Artie officially met and formed their friendship. Bobbie has gone relatively silent, wanting nothing more than to get off that topic. Zelda thinks for a moment, debating the next topic.
Zelda: I’d like to continue speaking about Artie, everything that happened and even his new role within SCW—
Bobbie: New role?! Whaddya mean, new role?!
Bobbie’s eyes widen as she stares at Zelda. Zelda bites her bottom lip and scratches her head.
Zelda: Oh geez. I, uh, guess you haven’t heard. We’ll, uh, save that for later. Right now I’d really like to get into what happened at the last Climax Control. It wasn’t a very good night for you at all, and leading into My Bloody Valentine, it has to make matters a bit worse.
Bobbie is tempted to pressure Zelda about the Artie development, but she doesn’t. Her mind wanders back to Climax Control and the events that transpired. More specifically, her getting her ass beat by six other Bombshells.
Bobbie: I would have been just fine and able to avoid Charlotte and Makenzie had Keira not miraculously recovered and distracted me. Ya know, it’s one thing for me to attack ONE other person, but that was a full on ambush and not one person is batting an eye! Not one single person is crying foul at what those bullies did!
Zelda: Many are applauding them for giving you a dose of your own medicine. You did, after all, attack injured and defenseless Bombshells. And then you attacked Odette Stevens, mentor to many superstars and Bombshells in SCW. Don’t you think you had it coming?
Bobbie laughs and shakes her head.
Bobbie: No! I didn’t! That was a six on one! And they can use the excuse that it was because I went after dear old Odette, but last I checked, Odette is a former wrestler herself! She can handle herself just fine! But instead it took four of her five of her goons, plus someone who supposedly had a neck injury!
Zelda: And you have Roxi Johnson to thank for it not ending much much worse for you. Charlotte and Makenzie were just about to put you through a table when Roxi and security talked them down.
Bobbie rolls her eyes. She leans forward and looks at Zelda very seriously before grinning.
Bobbie: Of course! Roxi did what she does best! She jumped in and played hero! She tried to make herself look better by stopping them from hurting me, her opponent at My Bloody Valentine! Roxi! Roxi! Roxi! She’s so damn heroic! It makes me sick! And you know what makes me even more sick?!
Zelda shakes her head.
Zelda: No. What?
Bobbie: The fact that Roxi’s own wife, Keira, was involved! She showed up sporting that neck brace after just recently having *air quotes* neck surgery, but no one comes back from an injury that quickly! And Roxi was all over Twitter when Keira was supposedly hurt, just crying and moaning for attention and for sympathy. They’re a bunch of frauds! Both of them! And I’m sure Roxi will spit out some bullshit story or excuse and people will buy into it.
Bobbie folds her arms again, annoyed at the apparent lies they had all been told. Zelda just nods.
Zelda: That doesn’t erase the fact that Roxi stopped them from injuring you more. She could have let them do it to save her the task of facing you but she didn’t. Seems like she thinks you deserve this chance.
Bobbie sits back and laughs. She slaps her hands against her knees and looks back to Zelda.
Bobbie: I never asked for her help! She didn’t need to stop them! Even if they had put me through that table, NOTHING would stop me from walking into My Bloody Valentine to face Roxi and win the title. And Roxi doesn’t think I deserve this chance. She’s just saving her hyde and trying to keep being this baby face hero she plays herself out to be. That won’t save her at My Bloody Valentine. Trust me.
Zelda: Don’t you think you’re underestimating Roxi and how big a challenge this match is going to be for you?
Bobbie shakes her head. She has a determined smile on her face as she responds.
Bobbie: Underestimating her? Of course not. I know she’s a three-time champion. She’s a hall of famer and a great athlete in the ring. I’m not denying what I’m up against one bit. What I am doing is promising that this time, I’m not going to fail. Everyone roots for the hero to prevail, but it doesn’t always happen. I beat her wife at December 2 Dismember, and at My Bloody Valentine, I’m going to beat her, too. Fenny and Benny Boo might be closing out the show, but I’m going to walk out there and prove why my match against Roxi should be the match to end the show.
Zelda: You seem pretty confident going into this match. More confident than you’ve ever been, but the last few times you’ve had a match with title implications, it’s never worked in your favor. Are you worried at all about the same happening against Roxi?
Bobbie’s expression sours, and her eyes narrow angrily at Zelda.
Bobbie: Hell no I’m not worried! What happened in the past is just that...the past! I’m not the same person! I’m NOT going to let Roxi beat me! I’m NOT going to fail because you know damn well what will happen! All the haters will be running their mouths! I’ll never live it down. Failure isn’t an option, Zelda. It’s MY time, now. No one thinks I’m champion material. No one believes I can lead this division but they better believe it because at My Bloody Valentine, I’m going to defeat their precious Roxi Johnson and I WILL become the New World Bombshell Champion.
Zelda: And you’re confident you’ll be medically cleared? Weren’t you on concussion watch after the attack?
Bobbie’s eyes look up, as if looking at the cut on her forehead. She laughs.
Bobbie: I guarantee I’ll be medically cleared. My head is feeling fine now, and I’m not about to let a stupid headache stop me from achieving my goal. I’ve worked too hard for this. I’ve wanted this more than anyone else and I PROMISE you all that it’s going to happen. I’m going to be the Bombshell at the top of the division and that’s all there is to it.
A long silence falls between the two and as Bobbie stares at Zelda, she can tell Zelda is holding something back. She wants to say or ask something, but she doesn’t.
Bobbie: What?! You want to say something so go on and say it!
Zelda: I don’t think it really—
Bobbie: Just ask the damn question, Zelda! You already got personal with this shit, so there’s nothing you can say that will piss me off any more!
Zelda thinks for a moment, reluctant to ask the question nagging at her. Bobbie folds her arms and waits and Zelda eventually gives in with a sigh.
Zelda: Alright. Fine. I know “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward has already insinuated this as have others probably, but I’m flat out asking. You immediately targeted Roxi after she won the title at December 2 Dismember. You’ve been going after her ever since, but it seems like you only targeted her because she won the title. Had the outcome of the Six Pack Challenge been different, or had Roxi lost the title prior to My Bloody Valentine, would you still want to face her? Or are your motives strictly title driven?
Bobbie lets out an annoyed sigh. She had a feeling this would be brought up eventually, so might as well get it over with.
Bobbie: Of course that would be the question, and I have Hot Pants to thank for it.
Bobbie rolls her eyes before continuing.
Bobbie: Look, it’s no secret that I really wanted to face Alicia Lukas. I made it known before that. But the bitch had to go and get herself injured and then piss me off so now she’s outta action for several months. But the fact is, I would have targeted Roxi either way. Why? Because as I’ve said before, she came back to SCW and was immediately given a shot at the title. Then she’s kept in title contention simply because her name is Roxi Johnson. Had she not won at December 2 Dismember, I woulda wanted a match against her simply to toss her ass to the back of the line, because it’s where she belongs. I wasn’t about to let her lose another title opportunity, only to get a crack at Alicia, or whoever the champ might have been, before me.
Bobbie takes in a deep breath and grins.
Bobbie: So, no, my motives weren’t entirely title driven. It just worked out more in my favor, that’s all. Now...is it time for a break yet? My stomach is growling something fierce so I need to get something to eat!
Zelda laughs and looks at the time.
Zelda: You heard her, folks. That concludes part one of Growing Up Bobbie. There is plenty more in store, but you’ll have to tune in next week for the conclusion to Growing Up Bobbie!
The camera turns to Bobbie as she’s standing up from her chair.
Bobbie: About damn time! I’m famished!!
Bobbie then disappears off camera before it quickly fades to black!
To Be Continued…
