January 15th, 2024
Loveland, Colorado
Being Roulette Champ Hurts
Bobbie has not been Bombshell Roulette Champion for very long, but she has found out rather quickly the price she has to pay to keep that championship in her possession. Everyone knows how unpredictable and random the Roulette Wheel can be, especially considering Mark Ward and Christian Underwood- Christian more so than Mark- can put some devious stipulations on the wheel anytime they feel like it. And sure, competitors can be lucky enough to get a good old fashioned regular match as the stipulation, but nine times out of ten, that just doesn’t happen.
Last night Bobbie had her first title defense, which always proves to be the most important. This one proved to be perhaps her most difficult as it was a triple threat match, and not only that, but the Roulette wheel landed on Falls Count Anywhere. And after what Bobbie went through to win the title, she was nervous about her chances going into this triple threat. Especially considering she didn’t have to be pinned or submitted to lose her championship.
When all was said and done, Bobbie had made it through her first defense, although just barely. And she had put not only Mercedes’ and Seleana’s bodies at risk, but her own as she had sent all three of them through two tables with a samoan drop. That was the final move that secured her win, but she would be feeling the effects of that move for days. And boy was she feeling it today.
She and Artie had a later flight back to Las Vegas, and Bobbie was thankful for that, because just waking up in their hotel room this morning was difficult enough. Even the smell of Artie making coffee wasn’t strong enough to boost her out of bed. But they needed breakfast, so after making some coffee in their room, Artie was going to head downstairs to grab a quick bite from breakfast bar. Bobbie is laying on her side, still curled up under the blanket in bed.
“Anything in particular you want to eat?” Artie asks, trying to get more of her attention. She opens her eyes and looks at her sweet and loving husband who has too much energy for her liking at the moment and lets out a pained, yet comical grunt. Artie follows that up with a laugh.
“Ehh…” Bobbie manages to get out. “I’m not super hungry right now, but you know what I like. Surprise me.” She offers him a loving smile.
With a quick shrug of his shoulders and a sigh he replies, “Alright then. Try and get up and take a shower before I get back. Might help you feel a little better.
He grabs his room key and then heads out of the room to go get them some food. After the door closes, Bobbie grunts again and pulls the blanket over her head wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. Everything was just so so sore. She was tempted to contact the airline and look into changing their flight to tomorrow, but she knew she couldn’t do that. Her parents were back in Las Vegas taking care of Loki and she needed to get back to her baby boy as soon as she could.
As if on cue, and almost like her mother had ESP or something, Bobbie’s phone starts buzzing on the nightstand and her mother’s picture lights up on the screen. Bobbie doesn’t see it right away because the blanket is still over her face, but with another grunt and a lot of reluctance, she shoves the blanket from over her face and reaches for her phone. Even though it’s her mother calling, she answers the call, putting it on speaker phone to make it easier.
“Hi Mom. How’s my baby boy Loki doing?” Not even trying to hide her exhaustion. Her mother must have her on speaker also, because Loki lets out an excited bark in the background after hearing Bobbie’s voice. This makes Bobbie smile.
“I think that was him saying he’s doing just fine.” Her mother responds with a slight laugh. Loki can be heard whimpering slightly in the background, obviously looking around for where Bobbie’s voice was coming from. “How are you feeling today, sweetie?”
Slowly, and reluctantly, Bobbie pushes herself up in the bed and winces slightly. “I’ve been better. I’ve been worse.” She says and leans her head back against the padded headboard. “I had barely started to feel normal again following my match against Alexandra Calaway and the Roulette Wheel decided to make it physically challenging again. I’m assuming you watched?”
“Of course we watched.” Her mother bites back, as if Bobbie needed to ask such a question. “And, again, we’re proud of you honey, but that was hard to watch. Is this how it is going to be every time you defend that title?” Bobbie again hears Loki making noise in the background and she tries not to laugh.
She lets out a sigh before she replies. “I can’t make any guarantees.” She says, running her hand through her messy hair. “This is part of the territory of the Roulette division. We never know what match type we’re going to get. It’s not supposed to be easy.”
She hears her mother take in a deep breath and pauses for a few seconds before she speaks again. “I just worry about you, honey. You know that.”
Bobbie nods even though her mother can’t see it. She takes in a deep breath also as she slowly starts to wake up more and more. “I know you do. But I’m a big girl. I can handle my own and get through whatever challenges are thrown at me.” She hears Loki again and laughs. “Relax, Loki, Momma and Daddy will be home later tonight.”
He barks out a response and both Bobbie and her mother laugh. “He just tilted his head at the phone screen.” Her mother says, eliciting another laugh. “I guess it’s a good thing you and Artie don’t have any kids yet. With you putting your body through hell and back possibly every match.”
Bobbie narrows her eyes, quietly processing that statement for a moment before she responds. She wasn’t sure how to take it, but she doesn’t let it go, either. “What exactly does that mean?” She asks after about a minute of silence.
“Oh come on, Bobbie.” Her mother replies quickly. “How would you be able to take care of any kids after matches like the ones you’ve had? Not only that, but what if they saw you going through that?”
Bobbie shakes her head and lets out an annoyed laugh. “There you go assuming that Artie and I will even have any kids.” While that response was true, Bobbie knew it was also painful for her mother to hear. “I told you that before, and I thought you wouldn’t bring it up again, but I guess I was wrong.”
Bobbie flips the blanket from off her now, and slowly swings her legs over the side of the bed. Her body was still sore, but she knew she had to get up and moving for the day and that Artie would be back any minute with their breakfast. Her mother sighs on the other end of the phone, and Bobbie knew the talk of kids was not over yet.
“You’re just saying that now because you’re so focused on this wrestling business.” She bites back, determined to not drop the subject. “You’re our only child and you know how much we’d like a grandbaby…or two or three.” Bobbie doesn’t share in her mother’s clear amusement at that possibility.
“And what if you’ll just have to deal with grandpuppies?” Bobbie asks, referring to Loki and any future canine companions she and Artie may have. “Is Loki and any future dogs not good enough for you?” Loki barks at hearing his name, and the sound of his identification and rabies tags rattling on his collar are heard, a tell tale sign her mother is petting him.
“You know how much I love Loki,” she says but Bobbie knows what she is about to say next. “But it’s different and you know that. Children are such a joy, Bobbie. I would just hate to see you and Artie–”
“Stop!” Bobbie shouts, quickly cutting her mother off and Bobbie can almost see the shocked look on her mother’s face. “Please. Just…stop.”
“Bobbie…” Her mother starts to plead.
“No, Ma.” Bobbie says. “We both get it. You want a grandbaby, but you need to just stop because it’s not going to happen. I’m sorry if that disappoints you, but it’s just how it is.” Bobbie’s voice almost shakes a little as she tells her mother she won’t be having any kids. “And I’m not about to put an expiration date on my wrestling career just yet just to try and have a baby.”
Just as she says the word baby, the hotel room door opens and closes and Artie freezes in place, staring at Bobbie, holding their breakfast in both of his hands. He blinks, thinking he just walked into a possible surprise, but Bobbie shakes her head and he sets their food down on the dresser.
“Sweetie, please don’t be upset with me.” Her mother pleads again, but it’s a little too late for that and she knows it. “I just want you and Artie to be happy and not have any regrets by the time it’s too late.”
“Ma, I gotta go.” Bobbie bites back, ready to end the conversation. “We’ll see you guys tonight when we get back home. Love you.” She doesn’t even give her mother a chance to respond as she abruptly ends the call and sets her phone back on the nightstand. She closes her eyes and takes in a few deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves as much as she can.
Artie stares at her curiously, and with concern. He had never known Bobbie to hang up on her mother before. “What was that all about?” He asks, though judging by the fact he heard the word baby, he could probably guess.
“She won’t give it up.” She replies, standing up a little too quickly which causes her to let out a pained wince. “Watching me wrestle in this brutal match stipulations obviously has her pushing the whole baby subject on me again.”
“Oh.” He says, scratching his head. “Did you tell her?”
“I told her we wouldn’t be having any kids.” She replies, walking towards him and checking out what he brought her to eat. “That is all she has to know.”
“Is it, though?” He follows up quickly, proving that there is more to the story than Bobbie has even admitted. She refuses to answer that question, however, and decides to go take a quick shower before eating the food he brought her.
“I’m gonna go take a shower. Think it will wake me up more.”
“Bobbie, if you tell her the truth, she’ll more than likely–”He tries to say something before she disappears into the bathroom, but she cuts him off, much like she did to her mother.
“I’m not ready, Artie,” is all she says before heading into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
He stands there for a few moments, scratching his head. He wasn’t upset or angry with Bobbie in any way. Just concerned as he has been for as long as he has known her. He also knew that despite whatever personal problems she was fighting, wrestling was helping her out tremendously and was giving her a distraction she needed. As well as an outlet to release any frustrations she may have, and all he could do was let Bobbie deal with things in her own way…and in her own time.
Friday February 10th
Harry Reid International Airport
The In-Laws First Trip!
Today was a day Bobbie and Artie have been waiting a long time for. Ever since they had relocated to Las Vegas so Bobbie could focus on her SCW wrestling career, the pair had been looking forward to the day that Artie’s parents made the trip across the country to visit. Plans had been made in previous months, but for one reason or another, the trips were always postponed, leaving the newlyweds slightly disappointed. It wasn’t because they hadn’t seen them in a while, because Bobbie and Artie had made a few trips back to Illinois to see them, but they wanted to show his parents their first official home together.
And today was finally the day. Their flight had landed about fifteen minutes ago, and Bobbie and Artie were waiting outside the terminal while they were retrieving their luggage. Artie seemed more excited than Bobbie for obvious reasons, but they both shared in their excitement regardless. Artie was fidgeting and Bobbie just glanced at him with a laugh as they looked out for his parents.
“You’re acting like you haven’t seen them in years, Artie.” She stares at him for a moment, smiling. “We visited them over the summer and we talk to them all the time.”
“I know.” Artie replies, darting his eyes around the crowd of tourists walking out of the airport for any sign of his parents. “But you know it’s hard living so far away from our parents and not getting to see them every day. That and I was worried when Dad was sick a couple months ago.” He was referring to around the holidays when their previous planned trip had to be postponed for that very reason.
“I know, honey.” She replies, rubbing his shoulder lovingly. The truth was they had both been worried about Artie’s father, but they had been reassured that his illness was nothing serious. “But he’s all better now and they finally made the trip here. Not to mention they will be here for my match against Harper next weekend.”
“Mom! Dad!” Artie suddenly shouts, spotting his parents walking out of the airport. He waves his arms and hands around to get their attention. His mother immediately releases her luggage to rush over to her son, and he rushes up to her at the same time. His father then handles their luggage, thankful that most luggage these days had wheels.
“Artie! My baby boy!” Mrs. Miller says, wrapping her arms around her only child in a happy embrace. Bobbie and Mr. Miller then walk up to the two of them as they are all reunited for the first time in several months.
“Hello, Bobbie.” Mr. Miller says, almost flatly and hardly with much excitement. Bobbie considered his greeting a little odd, but she was not about to cause any trouble by pointing it out.
“Hey Mr. Miller! We’re so glad you two finally made it out here. And that you are feeling better.” Bobbie replies. Even though she had known him all her life, and was now part of the family, she still couldn’t get herself to call him by his first name. Not that he had ever insisted on it. His response was a simple nod and quick smile towards Bobbie as he turned his attention to his wife and son.
Mrs. Miller slowly backed away, looking her son up and down, almost studying him. “You look healthy enough, I suppose. I wasn’t sure how you would look when we got here. Bobbie, dear, it’s nice to see you.” She was a tad more pleasant towards her daughter in-law and Bobbie smiled at her.
“We’ve been so excited all week. And we’re even more excited that you took us up on our offer to stay in the guest bedroom.” Bobbie says as she and Mrs. Miller give each other a quick hug.
Mr. Miller grunts a bit as he shakes his head. “Didn’t have much choice considering the price of hotels around here.”
Bobbie and Artie share a quick confused glance, both baffled at his father’s demeanor. Mrs. Miller just gently nudges her husband as if telling him to check his attitude. “Oh don’t you be such a grump.”
“Is everything okay, Dad?” Artie asks, genuinely concerned. He had never known his father to be anything less than a gentleman, especially towards Bobbie, whom he had long considered like his own daughter even before marrying Artie.
“Everything is fine, son.” He replies, though neither Bobbie nor Artie believe him. But again, neither would push the issue because this was supposed to be a happy reunion and not one filled with stress and fighting.
“I’m so excited to have you both here for this next week, and that you’ll be here to see me wrestle!” Bobbie says excitedly. Mr. Miller doesn’t even hide the fact he is rolling his eyes.
“You seem more excited about your match than about your birthday on Wednesday!” Mrs. Miller points out, to which Bobbie acts innocent.
“Well…that, too. But my birthday is just another day!”
Mrs. Miller smiles widely as she takes Bobbie’s hands in her own. “That it may be, but I have a very special gift for you, anyway.” Mr. Miller snorts out a laugh and Bobbie just stares at her mother in-law now even more excited. And despite his father’s grumpy attitude, Artie is all smiles, too.
“Awww! You didn’t have to get me anything, Mrs. Miller! Just having you here is all the gift I need!” Bobbie hugs her again. Artie then takes it upon himself to take at least his mother’s suitcase from his father’s grasp, helping in any way he can.
“Come on,” he says, starting to back away. “We better get to the car so we can get home and get you two settled in.”
“This week is going to be the best week ever!” Bobbie exclaims as she leads her mother-in-law away from the airport and Artie and his father follow behind them, quietly.
And although she was happy that they were here, a part of her couldn’t help but glance back to Mr. Miller, wondering just why his personality seemed to have changed the way it did. He almost seemed angry with her. But she would do whatever she could to get him to enjoy their visit and get back to the loving and cheerful father in law she knew him to be.
And she hoped it didn’t take long, because she had a title defense coming up in just over a week and couldn’t afford to be worrying about any potential family issues.
Heyyyyyyya everyone! It’s that time again! Supercard time, and coming up in just over a week is My Bloody Valentine V. What a show name, am I right? A giveaway that this show will not be for the faint at heart, nor will it be a show to let your young kiddos watch, because I have no doubt that several of us competing on the show will walk away with more than just scrapes and bruises. More like gashes and possible broken bones, but what would a show like this be without a few injuries like that, right?!
Now, besides the fact that there are not one but TWO Blood Bath Brawls booked on this show, we also have the Roulette Championship matches, which could turn out to be just as bloody depending on what the Roulette wheel lands on. I’m not going to lie, I’m TERRIFIED of what Christian Underwood may have put on that wheel. Yes, Christian, just YOU because everyone knows that when it comes to that wheel, you come up with some of the craziest stuff! At least…I think it’s only you, but my point stays the same.
Before this week, I was all excited that not only would my parents be watching me wrestle again, but that now Artie’s parents will be, too! But…then it dawned on me. With every roulette match I’m in, my mother gets more and more worried about my well-being, and with a show like My Bloody Valentine? Maybe I should tell them it’s best they don’t watch! I mean…I don’t know, because there is a high probability that this could be perhaps my toughest match yet, even though my opponent is still fairly early on in her wrestling career.
But I knew what I signed up for when I set my sights on the Bombshell Roulette Championship. I knew I’d be potentially putting my body on the line in each and every match, and that my weight would put me at a disadvantage a good majority of that time, too. But I wasn’t afraid, and I’m still not! There is something about the not knowing what circumstances I will be defending this title in that excites me and makes me that more determined to overcome the odds and face each challenge as it comes.
And my next challenge is you, Harper Mason! Let me start by saying you got quite the set of lady balls on you for challenging Tempest to a match. Not exactly the smartest decision, because I’ve been in the ring with Tempest, myself, but I understand why you did it so I give you props for that. I just hope that you’re as close to one hundred percent as you can be by next week, because even though I plan on retaining this title, I don’t want to win because you decided to go up against someone like Tempest so close to our match!
You’re young, Harper, don’t forget that. You’re not even a year into your SCW wrestling career and look at you already getting a roulette title match. It’s an accomplishment, true, but if I’m being honest here…you’re not ready for it. You may be a graduate of Hero Academy, but just because you were trained by Roxi and Keira, doesn’t mean you’re ready to be a champion at such a young age. Much less the Bombshell Roulette Champion. One match against Tempest isn’t enough to prepare you, Harper. Trust me.
But, again, I get what you’re feeling, Harper. I’ve been there, and I was there for a long, long, long time before I finally won this Roulette Championship. I failed so many times that I didn’t think it would ever happen. And you will, too. Because that is the nature of the game, Harper. You can’t expect to actually win this title on your first opportunity. You might deserve this chance, because Mark and Christian wouldn’t have given it to you if you didn’t, but you need more experience under your belt and I am going to do everything I have to do to stay the Bombshell Roulette Champion.
I need you to remember two things, Harper. The first, and most obvious is that the Roulette wheel is the biggest obstacle in front of us. The various match types that we might get, lord only knows what brutality awaits us! Or…what hilarity awaits us. We just don’t know. Neither one of us can be overly confident, or consider ourselves at an advantage or disadvantage, because even our size difference simply might not matter. You could get the advantage…or I could. That wheel is, quite simply, full of mind games!
And neither one of us should forget that a certain someone could be lurking around backstage, ready to strike on one or both of us if she so wishes. You know who I am talking about, right? Yeah…Georgie Robertson. I think I need to be more on edge than you, Harper, but hey, you know as well as I do that even IF you are lucky enough to beat me, Georgie could come cashing in and take it right from you. Or, she could be going a different route and going after one of the other champions. WHO KNOWS?!
Do you still think you’re ready for this, Harper? Have Roxi and Keira really prepared you for the many different “what if?” situations this match could present to you? Don’t get me wrong, I respect Roxi and Keira a lot. I’d be stupid not to. But even I know it takes a long time to truly prepare for the roulette division. Don’t worry, though. I’ll teach you a few things I’ve learned along the way myself.
My time as Bombshell Roulette Champion has barely gotten started, Harper. I’m not ready or willing to have it end so soon, especially not to a barely past puberty rookie like yourself. No offense, Harper, it’s just the way I see it.
One week, Harper.
Good luck, sweet cheeks!
