[Christian Underwood]

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[Dani]

 Tuesday Morning;

If you have been keeping up with the story of Dani on Twitter you would have known that she stupidly decided to watch Invisible Man alone on Monday only to have Fenris play a cruel joke on her as she rest her head on the pillow to fall as sleep for the night. Now Dani was used to Fenris playing jokes on her, she just figured it was his way of showing her that he cared, but this time she couldn’t believe he would pull such a stunt on her. He knew she was fragile especially when it came to the underlying topic of the movie and yet, he though that it would be the prefect prank to sneak a speaker phone under her bed and taunt her from the safety of his own room. To say her blood curdling scream didn’t wake the whole hotel, would probably be 2020’s biggest understatement. Although she felt bad, Dani couldn’t help to chuckle about it now knowing that she hopefully got pay back on the multiple couples in Sin City Wrestling, who were treating this resort like a rabbit warren.

Monday night Dani didn’t fall asleep she couldn’t she was too afraid to shut her eyes in fear that Fenris would have a follow up prank. Well that and the fact that all she could think about, was that there was someone in her room that she couldn’t see just waiting to attack her. Dani was stupid for watching it alone, she was even more foolish for watching it at all knowing that she was a delicate little flower. However, she felt the need to toughen up since going out on the town with Mackenzie, Charlotte, Mikah and Evie was desperately trying anything and everything to grow a backbone.

The night ticked over into a brand-new day and Dani had dragged herself out of her room and managed to make her way to the restaurant that served breakfast each morning. She was wearing a pair of pink Juicy sweatpants, a matching zip up hoodie and a large black beanie on the top of her head. She wasn’t cold, she just didn’t want to be recognised yet, she was sitting in the middle of the restaurant a plate stacked up with pancakes and bacon, dressed as if she was about to hit the slopes of course she stood out. Since the lockdown begun in the Saxon Hotel, every morning she caught up with Aron for breakfast, it was something they liked to do together when they lived together and every moment they got the chance to share a story over a stack of pancakes, freshly baked pastries and a coffee they would both jump at the chance to capture it.

Aron made his way over to their table, his plate in hand as he sat across from Dani. He could tell by the look on her face that she was dead tired, but he could also tell that she was angry. There was no amount of make up that could hide the burning red in her eyes, she had spent most of the night after Fenris’ stunt crying. Right now, the Icelandic prince charming, wasn’t her big brother he was a big bully and Dani wanted nothing to do with him.

“You didn’t get any sleep?” Aron questioned.

He reached across the table, to rest his right hand on the top of Dani’s. It wasn’t sexual chemistry or anything, these two were best friends. Even if they chalked it up sometimes to get on Fenris’ nerves.

“Nope.” She sighed. “YOUR brother made sure of that.” She tried to roll her eyes, but she was to tired.

Aron just shook his head from side to side, he knew Dani could be very dramatic at times.

“He didn’t mean to rattle you like this Dan.” Aron spoke softly to her.

Dani just started to cut into bacon and pancakes that she had smothered in maple syrup. She wasn’t ignoring Aron she just couldn’t think of the right words to say to defend Fenris’ actions. Sure, he meant no harm by the joke, it was more of the fact that Dani was crying not from laughter but from fear and Fenris continued to laugh in her face. That’s what was hurting her the most.

“He’s a big idiot.” She huffed. “I’m never talking to him again.” Dani exclaimed.

“You’ll be talking by lunch time. I’d put money on it.” Aron smiled.

“Probably, but right now I’m too tired to think about it.” She struggled with her words while she spoke.

Aron just watched on as Dani sleepily worked away at her breakfast. Each mouthful looked harder than the last as she yawned in between bites. Dani had always joked that she was part bear, as she loved her hibernation and when she went without the precious z’s she was over the top, annoying dramatic and very painful to get along with. Yet, this time it was different it was as if she had given up being all those things and she was just painfully sleepy and very much over being here.

“What have you got planned for the rest of the day?” Aron inquired, trying to fish out more information.

“I’m probably just going to go back to my room, try and get some sleep while the sun is up. I have a full-on day tomorrow, a phone call with Gabriel about my match on Sunday followed by nonstop training for the rest of the week.” She sighed. “I don’t know why I challenged Bobbie to a last woman standing match, have you seen her? She is going to squish me like a bug.” A defeated groan escaped her lips.

“HEY.” He shouted. “Don’t think like that.” Aron reached across the table to grab her hand once more. “You’re better than that. You know you can beat her, you just need to get some sleep shake off these cobwebs and get back into the ring and start training for your match.” He ordered.

Dani just looked up at him, unsure what to say or do as she found herself staring at him. Aron was handsome, but that wasn’t why she was staring at him. She had noticed that when he was worried a frown line would present itself in the middle of his forehead and right now it was screaming at her. Danielle couldn’t work out if he was worried about her, or for her but she knew it wasn’t a good sign.

“If you’re so convinced, what’s with the frown line?” she questioned him.

Aron quickly changed his expression trying his hardest to remove the crease from the top of his forehead. He was worried about her, worried that Dani had bitten off more than she could chew but that wasn’t the words of encouragement she needed right now. Right now, she needed a big brother who was going to lift up her spirits and have her bouncing around like the old Dani.

“Of course, I’m going to be worried Dani. You’re my little sister. You have never been in this type of match up before, you don’t know what to expect but I know that deep down, you want to make Bobbie pay for what she did to you and I know that you won’t stop at anything until you get the job done.” He paused, being careful with his next words. “I just don’t think going into your match on Sunday with no sleep and being angry at everyone is the right way to go about it. It also wouldn’t hurt if you didn’t doubt yourself either. You’re a former Bombshell Champion… you know you have what it takes to win.”

“I hope so.” Dani sighed.

“I know so.” Aron followed his words up with a wink.

Aron quickly reassured her with a smile, Danielle looked up from her pancakes to look at Aron and she couldn’t help but smile back at him. It was nice knowing that someone had her back and was willing to put up with her even if she was being a cranky brat.  The two didn’t say anything more about the match they just continued with light chit chat while shovelling forks filled with food into their mouths. Finally, Dani was starting to feel at ease, well that was until Fenris decided to make his way across the room to join them both for breakfast.

“Morning.” Fenris forced a smile.

He hated feeling like a prick towards Dani, and right now she couldn’t even look at him. As Aron and Fenris started to talk about what they were going to get up to today. Dani just pushed herself away from the table, excusing herself from the table without words just actions as she tapped her hand on Aron’s shoulder before waving goodbye. At no point did she acknowledge Fenris, leaving him with a horrible taste in his mouth.

“Still mad at me?” He questioned.

“What do you reckon?” Aron sharply replied.

Fenris just huffed, before slumping back into his chair. He looked over his shoulder to see Dani weave her way through the restaurant before she headed towards the elevators. She was off to spend the day in bed, trying to catch up with some desperately needed Zs or otherwise by the time blaze of Glory arrived she would be asleep at the wheel and regardless of what anyone says Bobbie wasn’t the type of opponent you should take lightly. AND no that wasn’t a fat joke.  

~~~

Tuesday Night;

The day was rough and sleepless as Dani had wasted a vital training day in bed trying to recapture some sleep that she had gone without the night before thanks to the Invisible Man and Fenris. She did however managed to work on some ideas she had floating around in her mind for her match this Sunday night. If anything, she had the advantage as Blaze of Glory was going to be live from The Golden Ring Casino where Dani worked when she wasn’t wrestling or training or socialising. She had an advantage of knowing the lay of the land better than most, she knew all the cheeky hiding spots, she knew where things were that she could use as weapons in the match and those facts alone was enough to bring a smile to her tired face. She might not have been physically training for the match, but that didn’t stop her from spending some hours in, doing some homework on what she could and couldn’t use to inflict pain on Bobbie. Hopefully she could repay the same pain that Bobbie had caused her months ago.

It was around seven o’clock and for some reason, Dani had decided to get up out of bed. Go for a shower, do her hair and put on a light dust of make up before she sat in the large brown leather chair in the corner of her room. In her hands was her mobile phone as she looked down at the screen of her Apple iPhone. She was nervous for some reason, as she looked at the picture of her and her mother on the wallpaper. As Danielle ruffled around in her chair trying to get comfortable, she couldn’t help but feel a flock of butterflies rattle around in her stomach. A loud sigh escaped her lips as she tried to shake the feeling away from her, she hated feeling so childish, she hated feeling so excited about something but in the same breath she loved it. It was an amazing feeling to feel this caught up by someone, even though she knew it was never going to eb a thing she couldn’t help but wonder what they could have been.

She was pouting about Nicky George again, as she waited eagerly for his call. Since her drunken tweeting episode in England the two had reconnected after she had sent him a few risky tweets, texts and voicemails. Although they hadn’t spoken about them since, they had managed to rebuild a friendship that was welcomed by the rest of London Underground. It wasn’t easy for Charlotte, Mackenzie, Os and Daniel to take sides. Not that they took sides, but it was hard for them to be in the middle and no matter how professional Dani and Nick tried to be, Danielle couldn’t help but make harsh smart arsed comments about her former boyfriend. After all he had hurt her, but not in a terrible way. Just he wasn’t ready to drop the L bomb while Dani was dropping it like it was hot.

7:15pm rolled around and right on cue, Dani’s phone lit up with the image of an incoming FaceTime. She shyly pushed her brown hair behind her ears curling it there, before changing her mind at the last minute to bring her hair out and scruff it up to make it look like she hadn’t spent a good half an hour trying to make herself look pretty. She quickly pressed the accept button and Nicky’s smiling face lit up her phone.

“Evening, gorgeous… JESUS CHRIST… have you still not slept?” Nicky’s British tone was hard to mistake.

Dani just sighed, obviously her hard work hadn’t paid off and she still looked like a mess.  

“Nope.” She fired back. “Never sleeping again.” She chuckled.

“That’s no-good Dani. No-good at all.” He groaned.

“Where’s everyone else?” she questioned.

Nicky looked down the lens of the camera and smiled.

“Just me, myself and I tonight. The rest of the group are on their way back to the hotel. I probably won’t see them until Sunday night. Well, Daniel might pop back over, but we made a list of things we need to get sorted today, I’ll be working my bones bare but it should all come together before Sunday.” Nick smirked.

“How come you didn’t come back with them?” Dani questioned, feeling a little nervous.

“The more times we come and go the more tests we have to take, meaning the more resources we use. I figured I would just stay here get it all organised and get the swab shoved up my nose less.” He smirked. “I’ll get tested again on Friday night, to make sure I’m clear before they come in to clean everything down one final time on Saturday… then I’ll see you all again on Sunday.”

Danielle couldn’t help but feel at ease when Nick was talking to her, he might have spoke in riddles around the rets of London Underground but when he was talking to Danielle he made sure he kept his thick harsh British tone without riddles so she could keep up and understand him.

“Oh!” Danielle sounded disappointed. “Aren’t you lonely?” She questioned.  

“It’s no different from when you all go on tour and I’m left here.” He shrugged. “Plus, I used to sleeping here, Daniel was nice enough to leave his prized rum collection unattended so… I’ll be apples.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at the stupid goofy look on his face. Nicky looked just as tired as what she was his hair was wet as if he had just stepped out of the shower, as she waked him rake it back over his head Danielle couldn’t help but think of all the moments she had shared with him when they were together. Truth be told she missed him and everything about him, his goofy smile, his intense eyes, the way he made her feel safe and loved. She couldn’t help but want him, even though she knew they would never be on the same page, let alone in the same book when it came to giving their relationship another chance.

“What’s wrong?” Nick sighed.

He could sense that something wasn’t right with Danielle, he wasn’t blind. He could see that she hadn’t slept and now she was just gawking at him down the phone.

“Nothing. It’s just… not the same without you guys around. This whole Isolation thing is really annoying. I just want to be at work, with you guys… I have too much time to think when I’m alone. You know what my mind is like.” She puffed as she blurted that all out.

Nick was used to Danielle over sharing with him, even if they were on rocky ground, she still managed to open up to him about her feelings like he was reading a book.

“It will be over soon Dani, its hard. I for one was entertaining the chance to go back home and watch you guys live in London for Blaze of Glory… but these things happen. We just have to look at the upside. We are all safe, healthy and well pretty damn lucky to be where we are at right now, with the way the rest of the States is crumbling and the world.” His blue eyes pierced her down the phone. “What’s your mind keep running over?”

“My match on Sunday.” She sucked in her bottom lip. “That stupid movie.” She rolled her eyes. “And the fact that I’m cranky and Kristjan.”

Nick swallowed hard, it wasn’t that he hated Fenris because he didn’t. He just knew that Fenris had a thing against him since Dani and him started dating, like he was overprotective enough while they were together and now since they had split up Fenris had gotten worse. It was overbearing at times, but he got it. Nick knew about what Kristjan had done for Dani, he knew he had put her Ex in hospital and that he ended up spending a little time behind bars for his efforts. It was natural to feel protective over someone who was like a little sister to him, Nick knew what that felt like as he had a sister back in London who he would do the same for within a blink of an eye he would kill for her. Nick had no intentions on hurting Danielle, to be honest she was the first girl he had dated without wondering on, but the L word wasn’t something he was willing to say, and Danielle dropped him because of it.

“Well match wise, I don’t think you need to stress. Bobbie is going to regret busting up your shoulder.” He smirked. “As for the movie, you need to just stop thinking about it. Put on that stupid chick flick you tried to make me watch a thousand times over what was it called Sweet home Alabama? That will get you laughing and crying happy tears again, and you’ll forget all about it. As for Fenris. I can’t help you there… you know he is a prick at times. I don’t think he wouldn’t have pranked you if he knew you were going to be this upset over it. That’s not in him.” He shrugged.

“Not the point. He should know better.” Danielle sighed. “And I can’t watch Sweet Home Alabama without a bottle of wine, you know this about me… I’m a creature of habit.” Danielle giggled.

Nick just rolled his eyes at her.

“And there is no wine in that swanky hotel?” he questioned her.

“Not the type I like.” She pouted back.

“You know you can’t be too choosey in a global crisis Dani… it comes across as ungrateful.” He chuckled. “You know what, if Daniel comes back over tomorrow, I’ll get him to bring you some of your favourite wines back with him. On me of course.” He smiled.

“I miss seeing you around here. It’s not the same.” Danielle sighed.

Before she kicked herself internally. She was ruining their friendship before it even had a chance to set sail.

“It’s not the same here without you either.” Nick replied.

Before the two could say another word there was a loud knock at the door, that drew Danielle’s attention away from Nick. She quickly slid off the couch with the phone in hand before she made her way over towards the door of her hotel room. Danielle peered through the viewing hole to see no one there, but she still opened the door and looked down at the ground seeing a plate of room service had just been delivered. She reached down to pick it up all while balancing the phone in her hand.

“Whatcha got there? Maybe it’s a restraining order from Austin?” He chuckled.

Danielle just rolled her eyes down the phone at him as she placed the dish up on the bedside table, her hotel room door slammed shut behind her causing her to jump out of her skin.

“Relax, it’s just the door.” Nick reassured her.

Danielle lifted the lid on the plate to find a dozen of cookies and a tub of ice-cream under the lid. She turned the camera off of her to show Nick what he had just received.

“To Dani, I’m sorry for what I did to you… regards Aron.” Danielle read as she looked at the card.

Danielle turned the camera back to her face and Nick couldn’t help but see the slight smile on her face.

“What did Aron do to you?” Nick questioned her. “I thought it was just Kristjan?”

“It’s from Kristjan.” Danielle chuckled. “Only he knows that I like to dunk cinnamon cookies into caramel ice cream.” She sighed. “He must have put Aron’s name on the card, because well you know the big tough guy can’t been seen saying sorry.”

Nick just shook his head from side to side, but he wasn’t going to say anything that would risk Danielle’s smile turning into a frown again. He looked at her via the phone and just focused on her smile before he spoke.

“Maybe you should pay him a visit… give him one of those hugs we all know he loves.” He suggested with a devilish smirk.

“Oh, I will, later…” She trailed off.

But right now, she was more focused on keeping up conversation with Nick and well, that’s what she continued to do for the next three hours. It was nice to have the pieces of her puzzle coming back into place in her life and it was an awesome feeling knowing that she had her close friend Nicky George back and now she wasn’t so angry at Fenris either. Danielle was winning in all aspects of her life, all she needed to do next was put down the giant task at hand on Sunday night… when it came to facing Bobbie in a last woman’s standing match. THAT still wasn’t a fat joke.

~~~

Blaze of Glory is only a few days away and to say that I’m looking forward to stepping back inside a Sin City Wrestling ring again, would be an understatement. It feels like it has been forever since I last wrestled even know it’s only been a couple of weeks. I thought my return would have been more accepted and opened, but what can I say sometimes it gets crazy at this time of the year with Blast from the Past riding along. It’s hard to fit single matches on the card that are flooded with tag matches. However, regardless of that fact I managed to hooked myself a match for Blaze of Glory and even better it’s against Bobbie.

Bobbie, Bobbie, Bobbie…

The same Bobbie who injured me on my return to Sin City Wrestling last year, the same Bobbie that put me back on the shelf and the same Bobbie who has been walking around Sin City Wrestling like she owns the joint. Well newsflash buddy, you don’t you’re just on a lease agreement and at Blaze of Glory rent is due.

It’s about time someone stepped up to you and put you back in line and well, I’m going to do everything in my power at Blaze of Glory to show you just how much you hurt me… I’m going to put you through the same amount of pain that you put me in and there isn’t going to be a single soul that can help you, there isn’t anyways you can avoid it or get yourself suspended from it because at Blaze of Glory you have to face me. You have to show up and you have to compete. There are no rules, no chance of you getting yourself counted out, no chance of you running away, no chance of you trying to win by a sneaky DQ… I made sure of that when I challenged you to a last bombshell standing match because I needed to make sure there was no way on God’s green earth there was going to be an easy way out for you.

We all know you like to take the easy route, I mean let’s face it for you it’s less cardio and that right there was a fat joke.

You thought you were going to be the queen of the castle in Sin City Wrestling when you switched to the bad side. You thought you were going to take out your threats and just march your way on to becoming the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion and when that plan did pan out you took your ball and went home. You cried. I mean we all saw it on Twitter how you chucked a tantrum because you didn’t get your way, we all laughed at you when you tried to back track when the heat was getting to hot. The point is, you thought you were going to steam roll your way to the top of this company you thought it was going to be easy but when you punked out and lost your World Bombshell Championship match against Roxi, you finally got the taste of the real world you finally got what you deserved.

Afterall not everyone in this company is destined to become the World Bombshell Champion and well take it from me a former champion, your hands will never wrap around the strap of that championship belt… you will never be at the top of this division because we need a leader… not a punk ass bitch would rather hinder the division rather than build it.

The climb to the top isn’t easy but you thought you could lumberjill your way through the roster, chopping down everyone in your path by injuring them, shelving theme because who cares right? Who cares that you injured Alicia and myself? Who cares that you targeted retired wrestlers as well? Newsflash… we care… we care that you took time away from out careers. We care that you ruined out chances of advancing towards earning a chance at the World Bombshell Championship… just so we could sit back at home and watch you blunder your opportunity.

Maybe, just maybe if you won against Roxi your train of thought lately would have been a little clearer to me, but when you slipped up at the last hurdle and your dreams of becoming champion crashed and burned… I was reminded of just how pathetic you really are. You purposely took out your competition, so no one stood in your way against Roxi and yet, still with a clear path at the gold you still managed to fudge it all up.

The same will happen on Sunday because trust me, I have had time to stew over what you did to me. I have had time to think about all the extra days you have stolen from me in my wrestling career and finally at Blaze of Glory there is nothing getting in our way. There are no injured shoulders, no time off, no Blast from the Past tournament matches, no bullshit suspensions, no more stupid mind games with entrance music… it will be you and I in the middle of that ring. No rules, anything goes and when the dust settles, I assure you…. You’ll be flat on your back looking up at the lights, the stars the moon… wherever this match leads us… unable to get up before the count of ten and you’ll be forced to witness my hand being raise dup in victory.

You stole valuable time away from me Bobbie, you took away my livelihood, I had to completely rebuild my shoulder and repeat months of physiotherapy because of you and your selfish greedy hands and for that I will make you pay. At Blaze of Glory Bobbie, you’ll be stepping into my turf, my arena, my domain and I’ll be collecting payment, when I knock you out and leave you down and out for the count.

Trust me, you can count on that.  

[Bobbie Dahl]

 Tuesday March 10th
Coal City, Illinois
Bobbie’s Breakdown

When we last saw Bobbie Dahl, she was being dragged away from the ring kicking and screaming. Christian Underwood had suspended her following her attack on SCW Referee Drew Patton. Enough was finally enough of her actions, and it was time the troublesome Bombshell be sent packing. For how long was unclear, but there wasn’t a single person around that wasn’t relieved to be rid of Bobbie Dahl, even if temporarily.

That was two days ago. Now, though? Bobbie is back home in Coal City, Illinois, “enjoying” her suspension. Her parents might not agree, and as tired as they were of her actions the last several months, they still couldn’t find it in themselves to kick her out of the house. She was officially at rock bottom, and they had to do whatever it took to build her back up.

It’s one o’clock in the afternoon. The time when most everyone should be up and enjoying the day by now. Even as the events in the world are quickly starting to go downhill with the coronavirus quickly spreading, Illinois as of yet was running business and life as usual. Well, except for Bobbie Dahl. She’s currently snoozing the day away in her room.

Barbie: Bobbie? Bobbie, wake up.

Nothing. Not so much as a peep from Bobbie. Her mother steps farther into her room, walking up to her bed.

Barbie: Bobbie, get up! It’s one in the afternoon! Wake up!

That manages to bring about an audible groan from the thirty-four year old Bombshell, but she still doesn’t move. Her mother sighs and walks over to the side of the bed, standing directly above Bobbie. She looks down at her troubled daughter and shakes her head. Her expression shows a mixture of disappointment and concern.

Barbie: Bobbie! GET UP GOD DAMN IT!

Barbie then takes hold of Bobbie’s blanket and yanks it away from the bed. Bobbie groans louder and she finally flips over to face her mother, droopy eyes and all.

Bobbie: What the hell, Ma?! Give me my blanket back and leave me alone!

Barbie shakes her head and refuses. Bobbie sits up in the bed and squints, trying to adjust her eyes to the light. Barbie rolls the blanket up and stares at her daughter, the concern taking over more than anything.

Barbie: Bobbie, what is going on with you?! You’re spiraling further and further out of control and I’m very worried about you! And so is your father.

Bobbie laughs. She stands up, takes the few steps towards her mother and snatches the blanket away from her.

Bobbie: Yeah, I’m sure he is. Just leave me alone, alright? I’m just fine, thanks. I just want to sleep, alright?

Barbie: That’s all you’ve BEEN doing the last two days! Why don’t we go for a walk? The sun is shining and I think it will do you some good?

Bobbie laughs again as she drops back down on her bed. She shakes her head and glares at her mother.

Bobbie: First off, Ma, I haven’t been sleeping at night so if I can manage to sleep during the day, I’d like to. Second, a walk will do me some good? Let me guess, you’re gonna jump on the same train as everyone else and try and get me to be more active so I can lose some weight, right? Because I’m a worthless fat bitch, right?!

Barbie’s jaw drops and she shakes her head.

Barbie: What? Of...Of course not! Don’t go putting words in my mouth! I just think you need some sunshine to help with your mood that’s all.

Bobbie: My mood is just fine, thanks! Now leave me alone so I can get some sleep! You’re giving me a damn headache!

Bobbie lays back down, pulling the blanket over her head. Barbie refuses to leave and stands there staring at the outline of her daughter under the blanket. She shakes her head yet again, but her eyes well up, nearing tears.

Barbie: I’m not leaving you alone. You need to get out of that damn bed!

Bobbie suddenly flings upright and glares at her mother angrily.

Bobbie: What I NEED, Ma, is for you to just leave me the hell alone! Dad might be fine with you nagging him all the damn time, but I’m not so just get the hell out of my room and LEAVE ME ALONE!

Silence falls between the two for a long while. As Barbie stares at the look on her daughter’s face, she lets out a sigh, clueless on how to help her. She drops her hands and turns around, heading for the door. Bobbie stands up and follows behind her.

Barbie: I just wish I knew how I could help you, Bobbie. You’re my daughter and something is clearly wrong. I just wish—

Bobbie: You can start by giving me some space and leaving me the hell alone. The only thing wrong with me is you people thinking there is something wrong with me.

Barbie: Bobbie, stop…

Bobbie doesn’t listen. She just glares at her mother and then slams the door in her face. Barbie lets out a sigh and looks to the floor before turning and walking away. She apparently can’t help her daughter but as she walks into the kitchen, she gets an idea. Bobbie’s father, Ken, is just walking inside from the backyard patio. Barbie is heading over to her phone and he looks at her curiously.

Ken: What’s wrong? Who are you calling?

Barbie: Someone who just might be able to snap her out of this.

Ken shakes his head disappointedly.

Ken: Hon, I know you don’t want to give up on her, but I think it’s time—

Barbie: No, Ken! Our daughter is in trouble and I’m NOT giving up on her. End of story…

As Barbie dials a number and waits for the other person to answer, Ken disappears into another room. A long while goes by before their doorbell rings. Barbie rushes to the front door, with Ken stopping in the doorway of the front living room. When Barbie opens the door, she’s greeted by none other than Bobbie’s ex-boyfriend, Artie! He looks hesitant to be there, but Barbie is relieved to see him.

Barbie: Artie! Thank you so much for coming.

She opens the door and allows him to step inside. He scratches his head and Barbie hugs him. He then waves to Ken.

Artie: I, uh...Sure. I mean, I don’t know what good it will do. She broke up with me. She doesn’t want to see me.

Barbie: I really don’t believe that, Artie. She’ll listen to you. You just have to try talking to her. She needs you. Now more than ever.

Ken: What she needs is—

Barbie turns and glares at her husband and he doesn’t even finish his sentence. She then looks back to Artie, pleading with him. Artie shrugs.

Artie: Alright. I’ll try, but I don’t think it will work.

Barbie hugs him again, a gesture of thanks more than anything. He takes in a deep breath and then makes the walk towards Bobbie’s bedroom. Once there he gently knocks on the door, but there is no response.

Artie: Bobbie? Bobbie, it’s me...Artie. Can...can we talk?

Still no response. He knocks again and almost wants to give up but he’s there for Bobbie’s mother so he decides not to give up yet. He puts his hand on the doorknob and slowly turns it. He pushes the door open and sees Bobbie laying in bed, sleeping. He sighs and shakes his head.

Artie: Bobbie…

Nothing. Not so much as a word from her. She must be ignoring him, he thought. He walks in further and sees her arm hanging over the edge of the bed. She’s really zonked out. So he walks up to her, to get her attention a little better.

Artie: Bobbie, c’mon. Wake up.

He shakes her a bit, but she doesn’t respond. Odd, even for her. He shakes her again, this time with a little more force but she still doesn’t respond.

Artie: Bobbie? C’mon quit messing around!

And that is when he sees it. The prescription bottle on her night stand.

Artie: BOBBIE!!

Bobbie’s parents come rushing into the room a few moments later, but her father rushes back out to call an ambulance as Barbie and Artie try to wake Bobbie up.



Bobbie’s eyes start to flutter open and she tries to get a good look at her surroundings. She hears hushed whispers and she turns her head to the right where she sees her mother talking to...a doctor? What the hell is this?! She slowly starts to become more aware of the fact that she is in a hospital room, hooked up to an IV and with a nasal cannula in her nose supporting her oxygen. She immediately freaks out and tries to remove some of the wires, when her mother and doctor notice she is awake.

Barbie: Bobbie! Bobbie, stop! STOP!

Bobbie: What...what the hell is all this?! Get away from me!

Doctor: Bobbie, you need to try and relax. Don’t remove your IVs or your monitors. If you don’t calm down I’ll be forced to give you a sedative.

Bobbie glares at him, but she tries her best to calm down. She still looks around, confused.

Bobbie: What the hell is going on? Why am I hooked up to all this crap?

Barbie: Bobbie, honey, what is the last thing you remember?

Bobbie looks back and forth from her mother to the doctor. She’s about to respond when she sees Artie standing with her father outside the room.

Bobbie: What the hell is Artie doing here?! Would someone just explain what the hell is going on?!

Doctor: You were brought in by ambulance several hours ago suffering from an overdose. Do you remember—

Bobbie: Overdose?! I don’t do drugs!

Bobbie is even more agitated at this point and her mother steps back, even more helpless to help her daughter. The doctor continues to explain the situation.

Doctor: Your boyfriend found—

Bobbie: He’s not my boyfriend!

Doctor: Ok. Your friend found a bottle of sleeping pills next to your bed. The bottle wasn’t empty, but there were more pills missing than should have been. Do you remember how many you took?

Bobbie rolls her eyes before dropping her head back on her pillow. She lets out a laugh before turning her attention back to the doctor.

Bobbie: This is just great. Now you people think I’m suicidal or something! I wasn’t trying to—

Barbie: Bobbie, please! Just stop this!

The doctor turns to face Bobbie’s mother.

Doctor: Mrs. Dahl, could you step outside for a moment? Please?

Barbie is almost appalled at the doctor asking her to leave. But one look at Bobbie, and she knows she needs to. Bobbie isn’t even looking at her. She has her arms folded and is looking away, an angry expression on her face. Barbie just nods and she turns and walks out, joining Artie and Bobbie’s father outside the room. The doctor then turns his attention back to Bobbie.

Doctor: So. Do you want to tell me what happened?

Bobbie lets out a snorting laugh and shakes her head.

Bobbie: What’s the point? You won’t believe me anyway. They already don’t apparently so there’s really no reason to talk to you.

The doctor lets out a sigh. He pulls up a chair next to Bobbie’s bedside and focuses on her.

Doctor: Look, you don’t have to worry about me not believing you. You seem to be struggling here, and we all want to understand what happened. You gave them all a scare. Especially your friend out there. If you won’t tell me what happened, we’ll have to treat this situation that you were intentionally trying to harm yourself. And if I do that, I’ll have to hold you for a minimum of three days.

Bobbie quickly turns her head and stares at the doctor with a shocked look on her face.

Bobbie: You’re not locking me up in this place for three damn days!

Doctor: I will if I have to. Although truth be told, with the growing concern of the coronavirus, I’d rather not have to keep you here. Now, we don’t have any cases as of yet, but—

Bobbie: I haven’t been sleeping well, alright! I must have taken more than I thought, but it wasn’t on purpose. I just wanted to sleep. And I wanted to be left alone. That’s all. Doesn’t it mean something that I didn’t take the whole damn bottle?!

The doctor nods.

Doctor: It does, yes. But from everything else I’ve been told you’ve been going through recently, I think there’s more to your struggle.

Bobbie: Yeah, what do you know about it? Just bullshit they’re telling you!

Doctor: And your outbursts I’m witnessing since you woke up. Look, Bobbie, I’m going to discharge you, but under two conditions.

Bobbie stares at the doctor. In her mind, she’d agree to the conditions, but when it all was said and done, she had no interest in doing what he says.

Bobbie: Well, what are they?!

Doctor: I’m going to refer you to a psychiatrist, and also give you a list of places for some group therapy sessions. I think both will do you a lot of good. I’d suggest scheduling an appointment soon with the psychiatrist and also going to one of the meetings soon as well. And just so you know, I follow up with my patients I refer to each of these, so I’ll know if you choose to skip out on them.

Bobbie: Yeah, so? Even if I do, you can’t hunt me down and readmit me!

The doctor stands up from his seat. He looks at Bobbie and smiles.

Doctor: That is true. But when you end up back here in the near future, I will admit you for a minimum of three days. The decision is yours. I’ll be back in a bit with your discharge paperwork.

The doctor pats Bobbie’s leg, turns and walks out. Bobbie watches as he talks to her parents, but Artie had his eyes locked on her. She looks away quickly and leans her head back against the pillow. And while she can’t make eye contact with Artie, he never takes his concerned gaze off of her.



Monday March 23rd
Saxon Hotel and Suites
Isolation Begins…

Less than twenty-four hours ago it was announced that the SCW Homecoming tour is being cancelled and going forward the shows would be held in three locations within Las Vegas. Due to the situation involving the spread of the coronavirus and the everything shutting down, Mark Ward, Christian Underwood and the owners of SCU and GRIME all felt it a necessary step to ensure the safety of those on the rosters.

Although Bobbie was still on suspension, her time on that list was running out. Dani Weston had also sent a message to Bobbie on the show last night, so Bobbie had felt it necessary to head to Las Vegas and return to take care of business. Much to the disappointment of her parents. Specifically her mother.

After checking into the hotel and ensuring she was properly tested, Bobbie is now getting settled into her suite. She’s looking around the luxury suite and lets out a sigh as she plops down on the edge of the bed. Just as she does so, her phone starts ringing. She growls and pulls her phone out of her pocket. Her mother is trying to facetime her. She considers ignoring it, but knowing her mother, she won’t give up.

Bobbie: Heyyyy, Ma.

Bobbie hits the video button to begin the facetime call with her mother. As has been the case recently, Barbie has a concerned look on her face, though she seems happy to see her daughter’s face.

Barbie: Bobbie, honey! How is everything going? Oh I wish you hadn’t decided to go back so soon. Especially with everything going on.

Bobbie rolls her eyes.

Bobbie: I’ll be fine, Ma. You just make sure you and Dad stay put in that house. Don’t worry about me.

Barbie: Well you know me. I’m your mother. It’s my job to worry. That company is a big reason you had that breakdown to begin with. Going back so soon? It’s not a good idea.

Bobbie: SCW is not the reason, Ma. And I have to go back. Dani Weston basically called me a coward last night and I’ve gotta respond. I’m not going to let people think I intentionally got myself suspended.

Barbie lets out a sigh.

Barbie: To hell with what everyone thinks, Bobbie. This is your mental health we’re talking about.

Bobbie: I’ll be fine! I just…I have to do this.

Barbie: You’re remembering to take your meds, too, right?

Bobbie lowers her head and brings her palm up to her forehead. Her mother just had to keep bringing that up. Bobbie understood it was her mother’s job to worry, but this was not helping. Bobbie takes in a deep breath and looks back into the phone.

Bobbie: Ma, please. Just...stop. I’ll be fine. Just quit worrying.

Barbie: I can’t help it. You’re all the way across the country and I’m stuck back here. Artie is worried about you, too, ya know.

Bobbie: If he’s so worried, he could easily call my phone. Not that I’d answer anyway. Just tell him and Dad that I’m fine. Look, I gotta go. I’m gonna go take a shower.

Her mother frowns quickly.

Barbie: Bobbie, honey, don’t—

Bobbie: I’ll talk to you later, Ma! Bye!

And before Barbie can object, Bobbie ends the call and puts her phone on silent. She puts her phone on the nightstand and thinks for a moment. She’d be spending the foreseeable future in this hotel and the room itself. Her mother had considered coming with her but due to her age, Bobbie had persuaded her to stay at home in Illinois and avoid the risk of travelling. She stands up from the edge of the bed and looks around the room.

Bobbie: Welp...this is going to be a long several weeks. At least…

She then heads towards the bathroom to take a long hot shower.



One month. That’s how long it’s been since I’ve wrestled inside an SCW ring. To some that might not be a long time. Hell, I’m sure most think it wasn’t long enough, but to me, it feels like it’s been ages. This last month has been one hell of a roller coaster ride mentally, but I won’t get into the full reason why.

This lockdown shit has been nothing short of insane. The threat of the coronavirus has turned our world upside down completely, and it’s made us all change our day to day lives to keep not only ourselves healthy, but our loved ones who are at a higher risk.

To be fair, I wasn’t completely ready to come back to SCW. I had planned on taking a little bit longer to “enjoy” my suspension and get some other shit figured out. But then Dani Weston had to go and speak her mind a few weeks back and, well, here I am. Holed up in a luxury hotel room just two days away from my Last Bombshell Standing match against her. Quite honestly, I’ve got mixed feelings about the whole thing.

I know Dani hates me. Hell, I know she’s not the only one. To be honest, I don’t care anymore. People are gonna hate me no matter what I do. The fact is, I came back and asked for my suspension to be lifted so I could be available for a fight. I laid out the challenge, and she went and upped the stakes. She just might have made a mistake in asking for the Last Bombshell Standing match, because I’ve clearly got the size and strength advantage over her.

But I get it. Dani wants to make me pay. She wants to make me hurt. She wants to injure me and put me out of action much like I did to her. That’s fine. Let her try. I just hope she’s not forgetting that there’s nothing illegal in this match. There’s nothing I can’t do to her that I could be punished for so she better not cry foul when I break that shoulder of hers again. I don’t want to hear her bitching and moaning when I hurt her worse than I did back in November.

Then again, that might not happen. She could do the same, or worse, to me. Right? I mean, I’m the fat chick. I’m overweight and don’t have the stamina that she does, so I’m at even more a disadvantage here. Not to mention, I’m sure she’s got her band of mobster friends plotting to get involved to help her out in any way they can. That’s fine. Let them. I’m not backing down from whatever punishment they feel they need to inflict on me.

Because regardless of what some might say, I’m not a coward. I’ve got my own shit I’m dealing with and if people have a problem with it, well they know where to find me. Well, anyone except Keira Fisher-Johnson because that bitch and her wife seem to want to place blame on me for her supposed neck injury, yet they don’t even have the lady balls to explain how I did it. I’m woman enough now to admit that yeah, I hurt Dani. Yeah I hurt Alicia and I tried to hurt Odette Stevens. Keira Fisher-Johnson wasn’t even on my radar and if you all are smart enough, you’ll be easily able to figure out why. Here’s a hint- Dani, Alicia and Odette all have something in common, that Keira doesn’t.

This shit with Dani...it all ends after Blaze of Glory. She can move on to do whatever the hell she wants and I’ll do the same. Whatever that may be remains to be seen, but once all is said and done? When the dust is settled? She’ll have to keep her mouth shut about me from here on out, and I’ll do the same for her. We might not be main eventing. We might not be fighting for a title. But what we are fighting for is something even more important.

To be the Last...Bombshell...Standing!

See ya Sunday, Dani!