Climax Control 251 turned out to be quite the shocking night where Bobbie Dahl is concerned. She stunned everyone when she attacked Dani Weston for no apparent reason, and then went on an in-ring rant only minutes later. Her explanation? She is tired of being overlooked and overshadowed by the competition on the Bombshell roster and intends to take them out, one by one, by any means necessary. Her words and her actions are a far cry from the lovable and flirtatious Bobbie everyone has grown to love over the last several months.
Following Climax Control, and Christian Underwood refusing to tell her who her opponent(or opponents) would be in the December 2 Dismember World Bombshell Championship qualifying match, Bobbie and Artie quickly left the arena to head back to their hotel room. They are scheduled to fly back to Illinois in the morning before having to fly back to Arizona later this week for next week’s Climax Control.
Bobbie is still frustrated over the night’s events as they walk into their hotel room. Bobbie throws her duffel bag on the floor as Artie stands back, quietly thinking over what he would say to her. She plops down on the edge of the bed just as she gets a Twitter notification on her phone. She looks down at the screen and laughs as she reads an angry tweet from Fenris.
Bobbie: Oh look. Heartbroken Fenris has finally broken his silence to defend poor Dani’s honor. Figures!
She quickly types a response back as Artie takes a step towards her.
Artie: Bobbie...we need to talk. About tonight.
Bobbie: Huh?! Oh...just a sec, honey, I need to put Fenris in his place!
Bobbie? Put Fenris in his place? Yeahhh...ok. Artie rolls his eyes, knowing that won’t happen and stands right where he is. A Twitter fight quickly breaks out between the seemingly now former friends, and Bobbie grows more and more frustrated.
Artie: You and I both know that a war of words with Fenris is a war you can’t win. Just...put your phone down and leave it alone tonight before things get worse…
Bobbie: Too late for that! He just called me the Queen of Sloppy Seconds! The nerve!
Bobbie fires back another tweet, refusing to give up. Unfortunately for Bobbie, as Artie stated, this is war she can not win.
Artie: Fenris is your friend! You already did irreparable damage when you attacked Dani. Don’t say something that will—
Bobbie: That man isn’t my friend anymore, Artie! He clearly favors Dani if he can’t understand that what I did was just business! He’s the one saying things he can’t...OH THAT’S IT!
Whatever Fenris had just tweeted sets her off. She prepares to tweet back, but Artie makes a judgement call and steps right in front of her. He snatches her phone right out of her hand and puts it in his pocket.
Bobbie: Artie! I can’t let him have the last word after what he just said! Give me my phone back!
Artie: No. We need to talk about what you did!
Bobbie sighs, but she gets an idea. She stands up and stands face to face with him, a mischievous smile on her face.
Bobbie: Did you put my phone in your pocket so I would have to reach in their to get it back? You know you didn’t have to use my phone as bait…
She tries to reach into his pocket, and he almost lets her, but he quickly backs away, sticking to his word.
Artie: No! I’m serious! We need to talk, because what you did was wrong, and I deserve an explanation.
Bobbie: Seriously, Artie?!
He stands there and nods. She lets out another sigh and shakes her head.
Bobbie: You were out there when I gave my explanation, honey! I did what I had to do. I’m going to continue to do what I have to do if it means finally becoming a champion around here. Now c’mon. Give me my phone.
He shakes his head.
Artie: No. That’s not good enough. You made a lot of people mad tonight, and you probably won’t be able to fix what you did!
Bobbie shrugs. Just then, Artie’s phone goes off. He reaches into his other pocket and takes it out, reading the text message he just received.
Artie: And apparently your explanation wasn’t good enough for everyone else, either. You’re booked for an exclusive interview with Pussy Willow tomorrow afternoon. Looks like they pushed our flight back.
Bobbie: Screw that. I’m going home!
Artie: It’s mandatory, Bobbie. You HAVE to do it. What has gotten into you? If you’re so determined to win a title, that’s fine, but you don’t have to do it with this attitude. People will hate you!
Bobbie frowns and pouts out her bottom lip. She steps closer to Artie.
Bobbie: Do you hate me?
She places her hands on his shoulders, still pouting out her bottom lip, and he shakes his head.
Artie: No! Of course not! But—
Bobbie: There are no buts, Artie. I don’t care if anyone hates me, as long as you don’t. What I didn’t doesn’t change who I am outside of the ring. Just changes who I am inside the ring. You’re not a wrestler. I don’t expect you to understand.
Artie pushes her hands away and she looks at him, disappointed.
Artie: You’re right. I don’t. But you know what people are going to say to me now, right? They’re going to do everything to convince me to leave you. Kinda like you did when I was with Ronnie.
Bobbie’s eyes narrow at the mere mention of Ronnie.
Bobbie: Yeah, well I’m NOT Ronnie, and I’m nothing like her! You know me better than anyone else.
Artie turns around, needing a moment to think. After everything they had been through to get to this point, this is not how they had imagined their relationship starting out. He’s so wrapped up in his thoughts, he doesn’t see a grinning Bobbie walking up behind him, her hand reached down right towards his backside! She gives it a firm squeeze, and he nearly jumps out of his skin.
Bobbie: You ever thought about wearing a nice pair of tight jeans?! I’m telling you, Artie, you need to show off that cute butt of yours!
Artie: I know what you’re doing, Bobbie...Or trying to do, anyway.
She grins again.
Bobbie: And what’s that?!
Artie: You’re trying to use...ME...to change the subject.
Bobbie: Sex, Artie. I’m trying to use SEX to change the subject. Geez, you’d think after the last couple weeks you’d be able to be a little more open…
Artie smacks his forehead and shakes his head.
Artie: Yeah, well, we are in a hotel room. And you’re never very quiet about ANYTHING. I don’t like making people uncomfortable!
Bobbie: Screw what anyone else thinks, Artie! We’re finally together, and that’s all that matters! If people can’t handle hearing the headboard banging against the wall for a little while at night, that’s their problem. Not mine. Just like if people can’t handle that I’m doing what I need to do to get where I want to be in SCW, that’s THEIR problem.
Artie lets out a sigh, realizing this argument is getting nowhere. Bobbie reaches into his pocket and he looks down, confused.
Artie: Your phone is in the other...Oh!
He jumps, and Bobbie then grabs him by his shirt collar, spinning him and shoving him onto the bed. The rest...Well, I’d say I’ll leave that up to your imagination, but I’m sure that is an image none of you want to imagine anyway!
The next day, Bobbie and Artie spend the first few hours of the day gathering their things and checking out of their hotel room. They were supposed to have had an early flight, but as Artie had informed her the previous night, she was promptly booked with an exclusive sit down interview with Pussy Willow following her actions at Climax Control.
Bobbie was none too pleased about the decision, finding it highly unnecessary, but Artie was quickly picking up more “managerial” duties rather than just being her valet. Her parents had also tried calling several times last night, but because she and Artie were a little...preoccupied...she let all calls go to voicemail. She would face her parents later in the day once she and Artie get home.
All of the SCW Superstars and Bombshells have left the Tucson area by this point. The TCC arena is completely emptied out of anything SCW related- save for Pussy Willow and her camera crew. Two chairs are set up for this interview, each opposite the other and a camera and cameraman each are set up behind either chair, to get views of both Bobbie and Pussy Willow.
As Pussy Willow sits in her own chair, shaking her leg impatiently, Artie pushes Bobbie through the door. Bobbie was giving it one last ditch effort not to participate in this, but Artie does not want to deal with the fallout had she refused to show. Pussy Willow shakes her head as Bobbie reluctantly walks up to their interview area.
PW: I was almost certain you weren’t going to show. How nice of you to join us.
Bobbie lets out a snort as she plops down on the chair, folding her arms like an angry five year old, and she shrugs.
Bobbie: Well, when you’re not given a choice...Alright, let’s get this over with!
PW: Let’s just get your makeup—
Bobbie: I don’t need to be made up like some fake barbie doll!(Ha!)
Pussy smirks, and simply shrugs in response.
PW: Your decision. Alright, let’s get started, shall we?
Bobbie: Yes. Let’s…
Pussy Willow nods and motions to both cameramen. Each camera begins recording at the exact same time, and the one opposite Pussy Willow zooms in on her face as she smiles. Artie stands and watches from a safe distance away, prepared to hear what Bobbie has to say.
PW: Hello Sin City Wrestling universe. Pussy Willow here for an exclusive interview with Bobbie Dahl, hoping to have some light shed on her actions from last night. Bobbie, thank you for joining me.
The angle switches to Bobbie’s face. She doesn’t hide the fact that she is not thrilled to be here.
Bobbie: Yes, well as I said before the cameras started rolling, I was given no choice.
PW: We all have a choice, Bobbie. And a choice is the reason we are here right now. Your choice to attack Dani Weston and seemingly turn on not only your friends, but the entire SCW fan base last night. People want to know why. They want more answers.
Bobbie rolls her eyes and laughs. Behind her, and out of the camera view, Artie shakes his head in disappointment and embarrassment. Although the latter, he will not admit.
Bobbie: Why does anyone deserve more answers, Pussy? What does it matter? I did what I did, and there is no going back so just move on and let me live my life!
PW: So you would change what did if you could? Is that what you’re saying?
Bobbie again laughs and she shakes her head.
Bobbie: Nope. Absolutely not. I do feel bad that Dani’s doctors are apparently so incompetent that they actually gave her the all clear to return, when obviously she wasn’t.
PW: Dani was not wrestling. You attacked her. You threw her, shoulder first, into a wall and purposely injured her. Someone who considered you a friend. Not to mention, someone who is very close with a man you now used to be friends with, Fenris.
Bobbie shrugs, showing not so much as an ounce of remorse or care.
Bobbie: That is the nature of this business, Pussy! People turn on each other all the time, yet somehow I’m getting the third degree for doing what so many others have done in the past. I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to have fun. To have a good time, and I finally realized that being bad is a whole hell of a lot of fun.
PW: And you did it all for what? Because you’ve lost a few matches? Failed a few title opportunities? That comes across more so as being a sore loser than someone who is doing what she has to do to win a title.
Bobbie: I’m NOT a sore loser! I know better than anyone else that you can’t win them all. I haven’t won them all, and my first go around in SCW was pretty terrible! Anyone will tell you that! This doesn’t have to do with losing a few matches or failed title opportunities. This has EVERYTHING to do with my being fed up with getting overlooked and laughed at all the damn time!
Pussy Willow looks confused, as does Artie in the background. He listens intently, however, trying to gather what he will say in response later on after the interview is over.
PW: Overlooked? Laughed at? Bobbie, people enjoyed the performance you put on weekly. They loved your overall personality and how much you entertained them. They cheered for you and wanted you to win. They won’t any longer, though.
Bobbie: If they loved me so much, why did they continue putting up with Samantha Marlowe as Bombshell Roulette Champion? Why did they all but forget about me and pay attention to someone who hasn’t changed a single iota in the last two years?! Tell me that?!
PW: So this is jealousy then? A cry for attention?
Bobbie closes her eyes and lets out a frustrated growl. When she opens her eyes again, she glares right and Pussy, ready to set the record straight.
Bobbie: No. It is NEITHER. It’s bringing out the truth about how everyone felt about me. They didn’t like me or my entertainment factor. They laughed AT me, and just enjoyed seeing the fat girl try and keep up with skinny bitches. They wanted to see me fail, because they thought it was funny. It’s been the same song and dance all my life! Well, it’s time for a little change, honey.
PW: Your point of view is very clouded, Bobbie. It seems like your self-esteem and confidence is so low, you’re placing the blame on everyone else but yourself.
Bobbie: Oooh, not true. I’ve just realized what I have to do to really get somewhere in this business, and I’m going to do it. Being the nice fun fat girl never got me anywhere. Being Bad Bobbie sure as hell will. Aggression gets you a lot farther in this business than playing it safe and catering to your friends. You know what would have happened had I not done what I did to Dani?
Pussy Willow thinks for a moment before she answers.
PW: You’d still have the support of your friends?
Oh. Burn! Bobbie just shakes her head.
Bobbie: Nope. I said it last night, but I’ll say it again, that little sweetheart would have gotten a World Bombshell Title shot right off the bat without even earning it. Nevermind the fact I’ve been busting my bodacious behind since day one and I get tossed into a division that requires special stipulations determined by a stupid roulette wheel to win matches. It happens all the time! I mean, take Roxi Johnson for example!
Pussy Willow stares at Bobbie, knowing exactly what she is referring to, but she allows Bobbie her time to speak, and get things off her chest.
Bobbie: The minute Roxi Johnson came back to SCW, she was given a World Bombshell Title shot against Alicia Lukas at Summer XXXtreme. No questions asked! She hadn’t been active in SCW in how long, and she immediately challenges for the top title?! It’s bull!
PW: Roxi Johnson is a Hall of Famer and a former multi-time champion within SCW. It’s not like she didn’t—
Bobbie: I don’t give a crap about her past achievements, Pussy. It’s a spit in the face to be overlooked for someone like Roxi and placed in a match that EVERYONE knew the fat girl stood no chance at winning!
Pussy Willow shakes her head, looking as though she feels sorry for Bobbie. She adjusts her position in her seat, crossing her right leg over her left.
PW: Again, that sounds more like low self-confidence. Another aspect of this business is going into matches that aren’t always in your favor and overcoming the odds. Easy wins are nothing to be proud of.
Bobbie: I’m not talking about easy wins, Pussy. I’m talking about being thrown into a division that makes me look more like a joke than anything, and I’m sick of it. After four straight wins it’s, Oh let’s put Bobbie in Roulette Title contention. That’s not good enough for the World Bombshell Championship. Yet when Jessie kept losing shot after shot, what to do they give her? A World Bombshell Championship match. Which, of course, she lost. Not to mention, now she’s one of the other eleven Bombshells involved in these qualifying matches to face Alicia Lukas at December to Dismember. It makes no sense!
PW: I wouldn’t exactly question Mark or Christian’s judgement on this. They may swap you out for someone else just because they can.
Bobbie laughs and shrugs it off. Poor Artie has his head buried in his hand in the back, and Bobbie continues talking.
Bobbie: Let them. But that won’t stop me from demolishing my way through the entire Bombshell roster anyway! I may not be as fast as the other Bombshells, but I’m a hell of a stronger, and when I don’t hold back? I’m a lot more dangerous! Those eleven other Bombshells they chose? They’ve got nothing on me. Andrea Hernandez may hold one win over me, but that was a different me. She still has to get through her qualifier, but a part of me is hoping she does so I can really unleash all hell on her next time.
Bobbie leans forward, staring at Pussy intently as she just gets started on her rant.
Bobbie: This week you’ve got Jessie Salco, Alice Knight and Roxi Johnson in the first qualifier. Not much more I can say about Jessie, other than I’m sure she’ll lose this one, too. Then she’ll bounce back to the Roulette Title, lose, and back again. It’s what she does. Alice Knight? Don’t know much about her other than she’s Griffin Hawkins’ gal pal and she, too, just recently came back. So she hasn’t done much of anything to warrant even being put in the qualifier. And Roxi Johnson? Well...I’m pulling for her to win this one.
PW: And why is that? You’ve already made it clear you don’t like her.
Bobbie: So I can beat the superhero and maybe send her back to retirement where she belongs! At least her crazy wife was going about the right way and wanting to EARN a shot at the World Bombshell Championship, but Roxi just accepted being given one after being gone so long. I’d love nothing more than to face her just once.
Pussy Willow takes in a deep breath, trying to process Bobbie’s endless ranting. She is about to speak again, but Bobbie quickly interrupts and starts spouting off again.
Bobbie: Then you’ve got Keira, Sierra, Mercedes, Bella, Samantha, Seleana and of course...Christina. Her...I’m saving for last, obviously, but come on. THOSE are the Bombshells Christian chose? I mean, I know our Bombshell roster is slim pickin’s, but wow. Keira...obviously she’d get a shot. Her wife did, so, duh. And go figure two different qualifiers. I mean, people always LOVE the possibility of those two facing each other. Sadly, don’t think Kiera will make the cut, but depends on who she gets.
PW: Uh, Bobbie, I’m fairly sure I understand where all of this is going. But our time is—
Bobbie holds her hand up, silencing Pussy Willow.
Bobbie: Ooooh, no, Pussy. You wanted an interview? You got it. Anywhere, where was I?
She thinks for a moment before she remembers.
Bobbie: Oh, right! Sierra. Been there, beat that. She’s a non-issue at the moment. Mercedes? Same thing. Miss high and mighty hasn’t been on the winning end recently but of course...she’s Mercedes so. World Bombshell Championship. Bella...who? Oh, another new girl. Go figure. She’s made a few waves, big deal. Samantha Marlowe…are you KIDDING me?!
PW: What? She’s a former World Bombshell Champion in her own right. And she’s the current—
Bobbie: Current Bombshell Roulette Champion! Exactly! She already HAS a title, but hey, let’s just give her a chance to fight for another one! Bullshit!
Pussy Willow sighs, and she’s running out of things to say back. She looks past Bobbie, to Artie off camera, and she can’t help but feel sorry for him
Bobbie: And Seleana...Well, again. She’s married to Crystal or Christina. Or whatever. Wife/Wife duo number two. Yeah, sure, she was the champ before Alicia, but she held the title less than a month. Hardly anything to brag about, right?
PW: Bobbie, you seem to be forgetting one little thing in this rant of yours.
Bobbie: What’s that?
Pussy Willow leans forward and with a smile makes her next statement.
PW: You need to win your own qualifier. Against Christina. You’re so focused on everyone else—
Bobbie: Oh, I’ll focus on her when I need to. Like later this week when I focus ALL my attention on her. I’m not worried about Christina or Crystal or whatever the hell she’s being called now. Her time is coming real soon. But yes, I am focusing on the rest of these Bombshells and the Bombshells not even part of these qualifying matches for one reason.
PW: Oh, please. Do enlighten us.
Bobbie sits back in her seat again, folding her arms once more.
Bobbie: I’m putting each one of these Bombshells on notice. I want them to know what is coming for them. I want them to understand that the fun, no cares in the world Bobbie...she’s gone. Serious, determined and dangerous Bobbie? She’s here to stay and they should be very very worried! Most of these Bombshells, they didn’t want to pay attention to me. Or worry about facing me, but that’s all about to change! And Alicia Lukas herself should be very concerned because that nice long title reign she’s got going on? Its days are numbered. HER days are numbered.
PW: Well...I wish you the best of luck.
Bobbie: I don’t need luck, Pussy. The old Bobbie might have needed it, but the new Bobbie? Bad Bobbie? She doesn’t! There is a world of possibilities out there I never even knew existed when I was worried about having fun, or making people happy. Now? It’s time to make ME happy. Finally getting Artie was the start of that. Next? It’s my quest for the World Bombshell Championship and being the BEST Bombshell on this roster. I’ll end out the year on a high note and 2020 will be MY year. That’s all there is to it.
PW: Well...there you have it folks. Bad Boobie...Oops. I mean, Bobbie...is apparently here to stay. Time will tell if her warnings may become reality. I’m Pussy Willow. Tune into Climax Control 242 live from Phoenix, Arizona this Sunday!
The cameras then cut out and Bobbie wastes no time in standing up and preparing to leave.
PW: Well that was...interesting. If you’re wondering when this will be airing, I believe they’re going to—
Bobbie: Doesn’t matter to me! Time for me to get the hell out of here and head back home for a few days. I’d say it’s been nice chatting, but it’s not that enjoyable talking to dumbass blonde reporter with fake tits! Anyway...toodles!
Artie walks up to Bobbie as she starts heading towards the door. Artie looks to Pussy and mouths the words “I’m sorry…” before following behind his lady before she has a chance to yell for him. Pussy Willow shakes her head but doesn’t seem bothered as the scene fades out.
The following morning, after arriving home in Coal City, Illinois, late the previous evening, Bobbie is shuffling her way to the kitchen. Her mother was already awake and making a fresh pot of coffee, and her father was nowhere to be seen. Bobbie smirks at her mother as she heads over to the cabinet and grabs herself a Chicago Cubs mug.
Bobbie: Morning, Ma! Mmm that coffee smells fantastic.
Her mother Barbara- Barbie for short- just glances to her daughter as she takes a sip of her own coffee. In particular, she notes Bobbie’s wild hair.
Barbie: No doubt you need a cup or two considering how little sleep you got last night…
Bobbie chuckles and simply shrugs as she places her now filled mug down on the counter and reaches for the cream and sugar.
Bobbie: What are you talking about? I slept just fine last night!
Barbie: Bobbie...your father and I aren’t deaf! Now, we’re happy that you and Artie finally got some sense and are together. But—
Bobbie suddenly looks around and then interrupts her mother.
Bobbie: Hey. Speaking of Dad. Where is he anyway?!
Barbie sighs and just stares at her daughter.
Barbie: He went for an early run.
Bobbie: He goes running? Since when?!
Bobbie raises an eyebrow, having never witnessed her father be one for any sort of athletic activities. Barbie sets he own mug down.
Barbie: For the past several months. His heart attack may have been two years ago, but he’s been trying to be more active and running seems to help him. Now. About this new relationship of yours with Artie…
Bobbie: Oh, please, Ma! Don’t even try and tell me I’m not allowed to bone my own boyfriend! I’m a grown woman! Geez!
Barbie closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath. Yes, her daughter was a grown woman, but the sounds she heard last night...Well, no mother should ever hear that.
Barbie: That is true, and I am not telling you that you and Artie are not allowed to have any sort of physical relationship, but the two of you need to have some sort of—
And speak of the devil- Artie appears at the end of the hallway, looking quite disheveled himself. Though he quickly brushes at his own hair, trying to make himself a little more presentable in front of Bobbie’s mother.
Artie: G-Good morning, Mrs. Dahl.
Bobbie: Artie, baby! ‘Bout time you got the cute butt out of bed!
Barbie: Good morning, Artie. Help yourself to some coffee.
Artie shuffles over to the coffee pot and pours himself some coffee. He turns around, and with red cheeks, avoids eye contact with Barbie.
Bobbie: Apparently we were a little too loud last night, Artie, and my parents don’t have thick skin.
Artie’s cheeks turn five shades brighter red and he nearly chokes on his first sip of coffee.
Artie: Bobbie!
He turns to Barbie.
Artie: I-I-I’m so sorry. I tried to tell her…
Barbie: Please. Don’t try to explain. I’m not going to stand here and forbid you two from rolling around in the hay or anything. But...I’m sorry, you can’t do it in this house. Bobbie, your father almost had another heart attack having to listen to the two of you!
Bobbie chuckles again and for good measure, she reaches down and squeezes Artie’s ass, causing him to jump. Her mother doesn’t even pretend to hide the fact she saw that.
Bobbie: You’re being ridiculous, Ma!
Artie: Bobbie...this is really...awkward.
Barbie: Exactly. It’s awkward for all involved. And this isn’t just about everything we heard last night. This is everything we have witnessed with your behavior since Sunday night!
Bobbie takes another sip of her coffee, savoring the warm goodness and then looks at her mother, confused.
Bobbie: What the hell are you talking about?!
Barbie: You know exactly what I’m talking about. That girl Dani was your friend. And not only that, she was friends with that man, Fenris. Aren’t you two close friends?
Bobbie snorts.
Bobbie: Not anymore.
She smirks and her mother can tell she genuinely doesn’t care. It’s not like Bobbie. It’s not the daughter she raised.
Barbie: I think it’s terrible for you to just stand there and not show an ounce of remorse. You turned on your friends who were there for you when—
Bobbie: They turned on me, first! I needed their support and them cheering me on when I went up against Samantha Marlowe. Hell I needed you and Dad, too, and where were ya?! You didn’t even come!
Artie: Bobbie…
Bobbie glares at Artie angrily and he immediately goes quiet. Barbie shakes her head and sighs again.
Barbie: You know why we couldn’t make it there, and you said you understood! Not to mention, as you told me, Fenris had his heart broken recently. Something you of all people should support and understand.
Bobbie: I don’t even care anymore. I did what I had to do, end of story. And I’m going after everything I want, and taking it no matter what I have to do. I’m finally truly happy with where my life is headed, but I’m suddenly the bad guy!
Barbie: Because you’re being extremely selfish. And this is NOT you.
Before Bobbie had a chance to respond, the sound of the front door slamming shut is heard. They all turn their heads to see Bobbie’s father, Ken, standing in the doorway.
Ken: Oh. Looks like I’m just in time.
Bobbie: Let me guess. You’re going to lecture me, too? You’ve been wanting me and Artie to get together for how long, and now that we are, it’s suddenly a bad thing?!
Artie: I don’t think that’s what they’re saying, Bobbie.
Ken: He’s right. I’m happy for the two of you, but if you’re going to disrespect your mother and I like that..Well…
Bobbie throws her hands up, frustrated.
Bobbie: I LIVE here when I’m not travelling to shows! But you know what, maybe you’re right. Maybe Artie and I just need to find our own place! It is getting harder to travel back and forth from here to the West Coast every week!
Artie: Wait...what?
Barbie and Ken glance at one another, as Artie turns to Bobbie.
Bobbie: I think after Climax Control this weekend, we should look around for our own place! Finally get the hell out of Illinois!
Barbie: Bobbie, that’s not…
Artie: But...our families are here.
Bobbie shrugs.
Bobbie: Well fine! You can stay here then if it bothers you that much, but I’ll be looking for my own place out there! Christ, I can’t win!
Bobbie lets out a growl and storms off. Barbie and Ken look at one another, confused, before looking to Artie. Artie scratches his head and rushes off behind Bobbie, hoping to talk her out of her latest plan.
Artie follows her to her bedroom, closing the door behind him as he knows this will, at the very least, cause Bobbie to raise her voice a little. Not that her parents couldn’t hear them, but he needed to make things clear.
Artie: What is going on with you lately? This is suddenly not just a change of attitude in SCW, but now it’s at home. I don’t get it.
Bobbie is going through her dresser drawers and then her closet to find an outfit to wear today. She lets out a laugh before she turns around and faces him.
Bobbie: What is there not to get, Artie?! I’m done being this person who just jokes around all the time and isn’t taken seriously. I’m tired of being looked at like a joke, so I’m doing what I want. What’s the big deal?
Artie: The big deal is that you’re being disrespectful and rude and just coming across…
Bobbie raises an eyebrow as Artie hesitates.
Artie: This just...this isn’t you! And I don’t like it! Your parents have a point, you know. I tried to tell you last night how awkward that would be but you insisted anyway. And now I’m embarrassed to even face them!
Bobbie laughs and waves it off.
Bobbie: Oh don’t be! You’re a grown man, and it’s not like you were the one making all the noise anyway.
She winks and Artie just shakes his head.
Bobbie: But I agree that we should find our own place anyway. Just think of all the freedom! Isn’t that what you want?
Artie: I never said I didn’t, but…
Bobbie: Then what is the problem?!
He frowns and lets out a sigh.
Artie: Would you let me finish?!
She folds her arms but gives him a look that says he can continue.
Artie: The problem is that you suddenly want to pack up and move across the country and you just decided that is what we’re doing. You didn’t even ask, and you’re expecting me to move that far away from my family!
Bobbie nods, processing all of his concerns. For a brief moment, she looks like she understands and she takes moves closer to him.
Bobbie: Honey...You’re a big boy now. In a big boy relationship. I’m thinking about the both of us here. It would make more sense to move closer to SCW homebase so we don’t have to travel across the country all the time. Like I said...after I beat the hell out of Christina this weekend, I’ll be looking around for a new place. If you’d rather be in Illinois and away from me...Well…
Artie: I don’t want to be away from you, but…
Bobbie: Well then there is no other option! Glad we’re on the same page! Now, I’m going to take a showe. Care to join me?
Artie’s jaw drops as Bobbie completely changes the subject and refuses to listen. He just shakes his head and sits down on the bed. Bobbie rolls her eyes and sighs before she turns around and heads to the bathroom to take a shower. Once again, Artie is left wondering how to get Bobbie to understand his concerns.
The camera comes to life and all we see, for the moment, is the back of Bobbie. Or at least...that is who it appears to be. The hair tells a different story as it is now a bright shade of pink, and Bobbie(?) has her hands on her hips. A whistle is heard and she spins around, and it is in fact Bobbie, but she is now sporting a that pink wig. At least we hope it is a wig.
Bobbie: Look everybody! I’m Crystal Hilton! No...wait...I’m Crystal Zdunich. Wait! No! It’s Christina Hilton! Or Christina Zdunich! Ahhhh hell...what the hell is my name?!
Bobbie puts her index finger on her chin, thinking about the answer before she shrugs and looks back to the camera.
Bobbie: Who the hell cares. Same person. Different alter egos, but same fake hair and anorexic body! Oooh wait…my hair seems to be the wrong color! I gotta fix that!!
She yanks the pink wig off and tosses it on the ground before reaching towards the camera, grabbing a blue wig from whoever is behind the camera- presumably Artie. She positions the wig over her blonde hair and looks back into the camera with a smile.
Bobbie: Much better! Who knows what color I’ll go to next because I just love killing off my brain cells with all those boxes of unnatural ridiculous colors! Not only that, but it must be starting to affect my wrestling ability because I haven’t been winning matches since I dyed my hair this ugly blue! But I guess winning doesn’t matter, because I’m still being given a qualifier match to go against Alicia Lukas at December 2 Dismember! Yay!
Bobbie oozes sarcasm as she pretends to be Christina Rose. After a few minutes, her eyes narrow and she glares into the camera, her attitude completely changing.
Bobbie: You know what people, I can’t even PRETEND that Christina Rose getting a qualifier shot is even remotely acceptable! Her shot is maybe...MAYBE…more laughable than Jessie Salco, but I really can’t even set them apart! I mean...when is the last time Crystal...Christina...Whatever the hell she wants to be called...When was the last time ANYONE took her seriously, let alone last time she won a damn match?!
Bobbie stands there, tapping her foot as if waiting for an answer.
Bobbie: If you had to go and look up the weekly stat report from the resident SCW Statician, than Christina has a problem! That girl is so all over the place, yet SOMEHOW she’s even in the Hall of Fame?! Really?! I’d ask whose sausage she had to sample to get that achievement, but she’s a vagitarian and there’s no female bosses. Sorry, Mark, Christian don’t count there.
Bobbie winks into the camera.
Bobbie: But, you know...maybe I need to be more like Christina to get anywhere in SCW. I mean...it’s worked so far, right? She’s changed how many damn times over the years and won how many titles? Got that Hall of Fame spot. Blast From the Past Winner. So maybe I’m on to something here!!
Bobbie grins and brings her index finger back up to her chin, her eyes looking up.
Bobbie: People want to chastise me for embracing my bad side, but maybe I’ll do that for a while and then at the drop of a dime, change back to my good side! Then back again. I’ll make it a never ending cycle like Christina does!
She busts out laughing, holding her gut as she does.
Bobbie: Oooooor, maybe not! Because that would make me an even bigger joke than I was before- hold the damn far jokes!!!
She points into the camera, warning everyone not to use her own words against her.
Bobbie: Christina Rose...you’re NOT taken seriously around here. Not anymore! There’s nothing you can do at this point to turn your shit around and suddenly get people to think you’ve still got it because the way I see it...you don’t! You’re past your prime! Your washed up! You can’t hack it anymore and at Climax Control this Sunday...I’m going to prove just that!
She smiles and then starts to laugh.
Bobbie: Don’t believe me, Christina?! Think about this, long and hard...How many times have you switched from being all nice and fan friendly, to being one of the more hated people on this roster?! You go out there, act all big and bad. People give you shit for it and then you turn around and apologize?! What the hell?!
She points to the blue hair.
Bobbie: Are you and Kate Steele twins or something, because ya kinda do the same ridiculous crap! It ain’t no secret that people hate me for what I did to poor old Dani last week, but do you see me apologizing for it? Do you see me back tracking, trying to save face just because people are giving me hell?
She shakes her head, and looks proud of herself.
Bobbie: Hell no! I’m not some flighty little twit that is going to pander to the fans or to what anyone thinks I should do! I’m not going to sit here and dye my hair every color of the god damned rainbow! I’m not going to make up stupid alter egos just to try and make myself look better…Yeah “Christina” that would be you. Because we all know you’re really Crystal just pretending to be sorry for everything you’ve done, but no one believes that for a second! And I’m sure neither does your wife!
Bobbie then takes the blue wig off, tossing it on the ground right next to the pink one.
Bobbie: Look, I don’t care what personality I get from Christina this weekend or how determined she might be! She’s not more fired up than I am! She’s not more determined than I am to demolish my way through this entire qualifying series to get my shot at Alicia Lukas and the World Bombshell Championship! She’s had her fun in the sun and she’s had her time in the spotlight! NOBODY wants to see Christina Rose fight for the title again! NOBODY wants to see her BE the champion again! It’s time to have a true leader in this division and that person sure as hell ain’t Christina Rose!
Bobbie is all fired up, showing a determination in her eyes that she hadn’t even shown against Samantha Marlowe.
Bobbie: I bet if you were to ask Alicia Lukas who she’d rather face- Christina Rose or Bobbie Dahl- I guarantee she’d say Bobbie Dahl. Why? Because she knows I’d be a challenge. Because she’s faced Christina before, and won, and she is even tired of the same song and dance! Now...if she were smart and just wanted to keep her title, she’d say Christina Rose, because...easy win. But Alicia wants a challenge...and a challenge she will get.
Bobbie moves in closer to the camera, grinning.
Bobbie: I hope you’re watching Alicia, and I hope you’re paying very close attention to what I do to Christina on Sunday, because after I secure my spot in the six pack challenge at December 2 Dismember? My next goal will be to end your title reign and bring that title to MY waist. You want a challenge honey?
Bobbie backs up, holding her arms out and displaying her large frame to the entire camera view.
Bobbie: I’m comin’ for ya, honey! What Bad Bobbie wants...Bad Bobbie will take!!
She waves into the camera and smiles.
Bobbie: And I dare ya to try and stop me!!
Bobbie’s nostrils flare as she looks into the camera seriously before running her thumb across her throat and the camera cuts away to black!
