[Christian Underwood]

Please post all roleplays here! Have fun and good luck!

[Harper Mason]

Harpin’ On With Harper, Backstage at Climax Control 410, Flagstaff, Arizona
Sunday the 10th of November 2024, 23:00pm

*on camera, start vlog, promo part one*

We see Harper backstage at Climax Control 410, still fuming over how her match against the Zdunichs ended.

”You know, it’s funny, Bobbie is the one over here preaching about honour and shit by calling me a crybaby, and what does she do in our tag team match?” Harper seethes as she runs a hand through her hair. ”She takes a god damn backseat! She was perfectly happy to let me wrestle the Zdunichs like it was a handicap match, because god knows I haven’t had enough of those this year, and every time it seemed like I had the match won, either by submission or pin fall, THEN she tagged herself in.

How the fuck do you justify that Bobbie? You’ve already got me to agree to your bullshit stipulation to our tie breaker match, now you have to steal victory from me as well? and yet you try to frame me as the bad guy and for what? Daring to make my voice heard when you’d rather I’d keep my mouth shut? I guess it’s true what they say, there’s no honour among thieves!”

Harper spits to the side.

”You heard me Bobbie, you’re a thief! It wasn’t enough that you had to do five minutes of work tonight while someone younger, more talented and better trained than you did all the work, you had to take the glory for yourself!” Harper turns to someone off camera for a second. ”Josh? Take the phone for a sec.”

Josh complies and at Harper request he backs off a few feet until Harper, who’s still in her wrestling gear, is in full view of the camera at which point Harper throws up the middle finger.

”That was for you Bobbie! I have no respect for thieves and no excuse from you will change my mind on this matter! Quite frankly? I should’ve punched your overrated ass out the moment the match ended.” Harper walks up and takes the phone back from Josh. ”But regardless of what happened tonight? Our match is set for High Stakes, ridiculous stipulation or not! And frankly? I’m a lot happier heading into my second High Stakes than I was my first.

After all. At least the bullshit surrounding my last match actually fucking benefitted me this time!”

*end vlog*

Harper’s Hotel Room, Flagstaff, Arizona
Monday the 11th of November 2024, 0:900am

The scene opens up outside of Harper’s hotel room where we see Josh and Jessie standing outside it.

“You think she’s awake at this time?” Josh asked as he turned to Jessie. “It’s not even 10:00am.”

”Harper stayed with me, Jake and Shane after her parents were murdered last year, she’s not exactly a late sleeper.” Jessie responded as she shook her head before knocking on the door. ”Harp, you awake yet?”

”Gimme a sec, going through Bandcamp e-mails.” Harper called back and a few minutes later Harper answered the door, her hair in a messy ponytail and clad in a sleeveless top and jean shorts. ”Morning guys, has Bobbie tried to justify taking the spotlight from me in the tag team match yet?”

“I haven’t been on Twitter since Sunday night so I wouldn’t know.” Joshua responded as he shook his head and Harper nodded. ”Still as pissed as you were last night?”

”Sleep helped me cool down a bit but I’m still angry about it.” Harper grunted in response to Josh’s question before heading back inside the hotel room accompanied by the two older wrestlers. ”What time’s checkout again?”

”11:00am, you’ve got a couple more hours.” Jessie responded after checking the time on her phone. ”Did you get a chance to look at the High Stakes card?”

”Not really, tried to stay off Social Media before I put my foot in my mouth again.” Harper responded as she shook her head. ”I’m assuming my tie breaker with Bobbie got officially confirmed and Cassie’s in the Open Invite Match?”

“Yes on both fronts, if you want to know who else is in the Bombshell Match it’s Mercedes Vargas, Song, Crystal and Seleana Zdunich and Alexandra Callaway.” Josh responded with a nod and Harper stretched her arms a bit. “With more to come with it being Open Invite, which brings me to my next point.”

”Whether or not I want a piece of the action, right?” Harper asked and Josh nodded. ”I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t tempting, and let’s be honest the prize at stake is a lot better than the bullshit stipulation Bobbie came up with because I dared to speak my mind.”

”Just spare me the usual rant Harper, it’s way too early in the morning for me to have that much of a headache!” Jessie grunted as she messaged her forehead in annoyance and Harper just shook her head. ”And if you do decide to do that Open Invite Match? Good luck, last time they did that I bowed out because I was already wrestling later in the show!”

”You mean when Ariana had her last Roulette Title defence?” Harper asked and Jessie nodded. ”That was a pretty wild match, though this time around they have more than four pre-confirmed Bombshells.”

”Yeah, but this one seems to be a standard battle royal rather than a scramble to escape the arena with the title in hand.” Jessie nodded in agreement as she leaned against he wall. ”Though in this case I suppose it would be contract for that title match at the Christmas show.”

”Either way it’ll be interesting to see who signs up.” Harper responded before they felt their stomachs rumbling. ”And I guess that’s a sign that we should head downstairs for breakfast.”

“Guess so, have you done your packing yet?” Josh asked and Harper motioned to the packed suitcase by her bed.

”Only thing I haven’t packed are my toiletries and laptop which I’ll leave to the last minute since those things take literally seconds to pack.” Harper explained and with her two mentor figures satisfied she followed them out of the hotel room to grab some breakfast.

Harpin’ On With Harper, Harper’s Hotel Room, Phoenix, Arizona
Monday the 11th of November 2024, 10:30am

*on camera, start vlog, promo part two*

We see Harper in her hotel room filming the second half of this week’s vlogs with a frown on her face.

”You know, there’s one thing that’s been bugging me ever since I beat you on the third show of the cycle Bobbie, why did you get so defensive when I pointed out the truth?” Harper asked as she folded her arms. ”Yes, I’m serious! I pointed out the fact that you have declined so much that you submitted to Mercedes Vargas at Violent Conduct and suddenly that was too much? Oh wait, I’m the cry-baby here, I forgot, my bad!

Oh wait, I’m not the cry-baby here, you are! You couldn’t handle the truth so you had to resort to name calling and when Christian’s sadistic sense of humour kicked in and he booked that tag team match for last night’s show? You showed your true colours because you couldn’t stand the fact that a younger and more talented Bombshell was standing in your spotlight! And all this after you had a go at me for a lack of integrity, huh?”

Harper shakes her head.

”Why don’t we just face facts Bobbie, you fluked your way into that Roulette Title Win lasty year because by the end of the match you and Alexandra were both exhausted from that marathon of a match, something Alexandra proved when she took the title back from you in the Blast from the Past Tournament I might add, and you’ve struggled to remain relevant ever since!” Harper added with a smirk on her face. ”Did the injury help? No, off course not, as a former amateur wrestler I know how much injuries can suck! But look at your track record since coming back.

First match back? Lost to Victoria, then you lost against Mercedes as I said earlier, then to me a few weeks later, I literally carried you to your first win in months because you couldn’t be assed to wrestle for most of the match and how do you repay me? By being a glory hog and stealing the pin on Seleana.”

Harper just laughs.

”Is it because you wanted to taste a win for once or where you afraid of being upstaged by a Bombshell who isn’t even old enough to drink yet?” Harper asks as she flips some hair over her shoulder. ”If it was the latter? Too late, I had already upstaged you for most of the match because you couldn’t be bothered to do anything but the bare minimum as my tag team partner! Hell you were the laziest tag team partner I’ve ever had!

Granted my only other tag team partner to date has been Cass but my point still stands, and as for the possibility that you just wanted to win for once? Well I hope you enjoyed that feeling, because it’ll be the last time you experience it!”

*end vlog*

Harper’s Loft, Las Vegas, Nevada
Tuesday the 12th of November 2024, 11:00am

We cut to Harper in her loft where she is hanging out with Cass.

”One year removed from my PPV debut and I’m fighting to prove myself again.” Harper commented as she walked towards the fridge and grabbed a drink. ”And you’re in the Open Invite Match.”

”I mean, that poll was so lopsided that I saw the invite match as my only ticket onto the High Stakes card anyway, the bosses only made it official when they confirmed me as one of the first entrants.” Cassie shrugged her shoulders in response. ”Have you given any thought towards entering it?”

”Still debating, for now my main focus is on Bobbie.” Harper explained before tossing Cassie a drink and taking one for herself. ”I almost wish the match was us against Seleana and Crystal, at least you wouldn’t have pulled the crap Bobbie did!”

”True that.” Cassie nodded in agreement before she opened her drink and Harper sat opposite her. ”And if it was me? I would’ve dropped the bitch with the Wolfe Hunt as soon as the bell rang, it would’ve been the least she deserved!”

”Believe me, I wish I had punched her lights out in hindsight.” Harper grunted in annoyance before sighing. ”Not like the bosses made us sign a no contact rule or something! But Jost talked me into leaving that fight for another day.”

”Screw that noise! She shouldn’t get to celebrate the win after letting you do most of the work and then taking the glory for herself.” Cassie responded as she shook her head. ”Josh will be training me for the Open Invite Match in between your training sessions with him, if you don’t get around to asking him about it? I will.”

”Glad to know that I can rely on you to have my back at least Cass.” Harper added before leaning forward with her drink in hand, ”To High Stakes!”

”To High Stakes!” Cassie echoed before their coke cans clanked together in a toast and the two girls kept talking for a while after that.

Harpin’ On With Harper, Harper’s Loft, Las Vegas, Nevada
Tuesday the 12th of November 2024, 21:00pm

*on camera, start vlog, final promo part*

As Harper starts her final week one vlog we can see that she’s focussed on the task at hand.

”And here I am, ready to talk about Bobbie for the third match in a row! At least I wanted this damn match this time! Well, Bobbie set out the challenge because she thinks she’s an authority on how Bombshells should behave but as her actions at Climax Contro showed? She’s nothing more than an authority on how much an average wrestler can eat!” Harper shakes her head. ”Was the fat joke a step to far? Maybe but she should count herself lucky that she didn’t eat my punch after that stunt!”

Harper shakes her head.

”But no, I’m gonna save that for High Stakes because why waste my energy on a waste of space like Bobbie?” Harper added as she rolls her eyes. ”The only reason I accepted this match in the first place is to shut you up for good Bobbie! And if I get to embarrass you at the next Climax Control by dealing out some karma for all the cry-baby shit you’ve thrown around since I pinned you?

Well, I don’t know about you but I’d call that karma.”

It’s that simple.

”You should count yourself lucky that I’m giving you the time of day Bobbie but if it shuts you up then so be it! And when I do win this match and if I hear you complain? We’ll know who the real cry-baby is and here’s a hint, it’s not me!” Harper added as she flipped some hair over her shoulder. ”It’s the worst thing to come out of Illinois since the Deep Dish Pizza, Bobbie Dahl!”

And with that Harper decided to wrap things up.

”Yeah, sorry Chicago but even Dominos beats your pizza any day of the week, much like I can beat Bobbie any day of the damn week!” Harper stated as she flashed the devil horns. ”And come High Stakes? I’ll prove just that when I give Bobbie a taste of her own medicine because the world needs a new hero and her name is “The Slaytanic Avenger” Harper Mason! Hope you’ve got that baby costume in extra-large Bobbie because I’ll see you in the ring at High Stakes where I’ll show the world that you have no honour!”

Harper turned off her webcam as the scene fades.

[Bobbie Dahl]

Children. They can bring a great amount of love and joy to the lives of their parents and families. They are a welcome and in most cases much wanted addition to the family. In these cases, the children are cared for and raised the way they should be. With unconditional love, but also the discipline needed for them to grow and flourish into respectable and well behaved adults.

But sometimes parents lose sight of the proper way to raise their children. The child they dreamed of having for so long turned out to be much more difficult to care for than they truly anticipated and things quickly spiraled out of control. A screaming toddler getting their way quickly turns into a spoiled young child and then into an even more spoiled teenager and eventually, a completely entitled adult. Because everything they demanded was practically handed to them on a silver platter, they grew up thinking it would always be the case.

Oh, but that is now the way the world works. Things are not simply given to us just because we want it and ask for it. In most cases, they need to be earned. And a respectable adult should never ever throw a child-like tantrum when things don’t go their way.

We’ve all known someone at every stage of our lives that is this type of person. And if not, perhaps you are this person and are just blind to seeing it. Either way…they are all out there.

For Bobbie Dahl, she dealt with one particular spoiled brat for most of her childhood. She had hoped in her adult years she would never have to think about her ever again, but this situation with Harper Mason has brought everything screaming back into her mind.

And it was like she was living it all over again…


Thirty some odd years ago…

It’s a gorgeous spring day in the small town of Coal City, Illinois. It is one of those days that children anxiously await after the sometimes long and brutal winters of Illinois. After being cooped up in their homes for most of the winter-aside from the snow days where they could briefly go sledding and build snowmen-they ran outside the moment their parents let them to enjoy the playtime outside.

While most of the neighborhood kids are out riding their bikes up and down the street, two kids in particular are all by their lonesome playing in the front yard. Young Bobbie Dahl and her best and perhaps only friend, Artie Miller, are sitting in Bobbie’s front yard quietly chatting and digging in the dirt. Well, Bobbie more so than Artie it seems as he appears to just be watching her awkwardly.

Bobbie: Quit being such a scaredy-cat, Artie, and help me find more worms!

Artie shakes his head.

Artie: No thanks. You know if I get super dirty my mom will be mad.

Bobbie laughs and then shrugs. She gets back to digging through the small hole she has made in the yard and then her face lights up.

Bobbie: Cool! I found a rollie pollie! Look Artie!!

Bobbie holds up the little bug that has now curled itself into a little ball. What their actual name is, no one really knew. They were always just referred to as rollie pollies for the act of rolling themselves into the little ball that they do. Artie shakes his head and leans back, clearly wanting nothing to do with the little bug that his best friend is not afraid to hold in her hand.

Artie: Eww, no. Put it back in the ground, Bobbie.

Bobbie: I’m s’posed to be the girl here, ya know. Boys aren’t s’posed to be afraid of dirt and bugs.

Artie lets out a sigh, knowing that Bobbie had a point. He wasn’t like the other boys in their class, or in their school for that matter. He never was and he probably never would be, but he didn’t seem to make a big deal about it, even through all the teasing. He is about to respond, but the front door to Bobbie’s house opens and her mother appears, looking directly at them.

Mrs. Dahl: Roberta Jean Dahl! You better not be digging holes in the yard again!

Artie and Bobbie quickly look up at her mother. Artie looks very apologetic even though Bobbie’s mother knows this is all on her daughter. Bobbie just smiles and laughs.

Bobbie: Maaaa! I need more worms so Artie and me can go fishing!!

Mrs. Dahl: If you want worms we can go to the bait shop later and buy you some. Your father will not be happy if he has to fix yet another hole you’ve dug in the yard.

Bobbie’s mother issues her stern warning before heading back inside, keeping an eye on the two from inside the house. Bobbie just shakes her head and when she is about to get back to searching for worms and ignoring her mother’s warning, one of the other neighborhood kids appears at the edge of their driveway along with a woman who is presumably her mother. The other young girl has a sour and unhappy look on her face and she holds an envelope in her hand. She looks up to her mother and mouths something to her, but her mother nudges her and lightly pushes her in Bobbie and Artie’s direction.

Bobbie stands up, but Artie stays seated on the ground, glancing at the other girl every once in a while but then looking away awkwardly. Bobbie walks towards the other girl, wiping her dirty hands on her clothes, which she will no doubt get scolded for later.

Bobbie: Hi Amy. Artie and I were just looking for worms so we can go fishing later. Wanna help us?

Amy shakes her head and has a disgusted look on her face.

Amy: Eww, no. That’s gross.

Bobbie: Oh. Ok. Soo…what are you doing here then?

Amy takes a deep breath and the looks back to her mother. Her mother nods her head and points to the envelope in her hand. Amy lets out a frustrated sigh before she holds the envelope out to Bobbie.

Amy: My mom says I hafta invite you to my birthday party or there won’t be a party at all. It’s girls only so you can’t bring your weird boyfriend, Artie.

Bobbie looks back to Artie. He is not paying attention to them at all, and Bobbie turns her attention back to Amy.

Bobbie: Artie isn’t my boyfriend.

Bobbie takes the envelope, which apparently contains a birthday invitation.

Amy: You don’t hafta come though. I don’t want you ruining my party or eating all the food and cake anyway. I just had to invite you.

Bobbie: I wouldn’t ruin your party! Parties are super fun. What kind of games and stuff are you gonna have?

Amy: Ugh. Why are you so weird?! Mooommm! Why do I hafta invite this weirdo to my party?!

Amy’s Mother: Amy! One more argument out of you and I swear…Bobbie, you go ahead and show that invitation to your Mom, okay? She can call me with any questions.

Amy then starts throwing a fit, stomping her feet as she walks away back towards her mother. Bobbie looks at the invitation and then turns around and rushes over to Artie excitedly.

Bobbie: Artie look! I got invited to Amy’s birthday party!!

Artie looks at her awkwardly.

Artie: Yeah, only because her mom made her. Why would you want to go to her party anyway. She doesn’t like us.

Bobbie laughs as she sits back down next to Artie.

Bobbie: Because parties are fun and she’ll probably have the best cake ever, too!

Artie just shakes his head as Bobbie gets back to digging in the yard. He knew if Bobbie went to the party, something bad would happen, but not to Bobbie. To Amy. Because it was well known even at their young age that when things did not go Amy’s way…all hell broke loose.


Present Day…

High Stakes XIV is rapidly approaching, and the excitement surrounding this particular show is always the highest of any show. Well, this and Blaze of Glory, but there was something about High Stakes that was just slightly more important. Perhaps it was the year end awards or the Hall of Fame ceremony. Whatever the case, the show always proved to be the biggest of the year.

Bobbie wasn’t sure if she would have been booked in a match had she not taking things into her own hands and laid down the challenge to Harper Mason. She wasn’t about to sit and think about the what if, because all that matter was that she had a match and she hoped to have everyone talking about this both before and after the match took place.

But the show is still a week away and for the next couple of days, Bobbie is enjoying some downtime at home in Las Vegas. Her mother was over for a visit, too, and the two were currently seated in the backyard enjoying the slightly cooler fall temperature. It wasn’t the cooler temperature that they were accustomed to in Illinois; more like what a spring day would feel like in Illinois. To put it simply, it was the perfect day weatherwise where Bobbie was concerned.

Bobbie: Hey Ma…Do you remember that girl Amy that was in mine and Artie’s class when we were kids?

Her mother turns and looks to Bobbie, appearing deep in thought. Barbie thinks for a moment before she slowly nods.

Barbie: Amy Morris? That spoiled brat that lived three houses down?

Bobbie laughs and nods.

Bobbie: That would be her. The one whose Daddy gave her everything she wanted when she wanted it, but her mom was the smart one.

Barbie is now the one who laughs. She takes a sip of her drink as the two now beginning to talk about Bobbie’s childhood.

Barbie: Yeahhh I remember her alright. I also remember her father calling your father screaming at him to come get you after what you did.

Bobbie: Which incident are we talking about here? Because I thought when I tripped over my own feet and went flying face first into the cake was her mother calling you?

Barbie lets out a single laugh and nods. She looks sideways at her daughter.

Barbie: Tripped over your own feet, yes. On accident? Absolutely not. And yes, that incident she called me. I’m referring to when you *air quotes* accidentally fell backwards into the side of the back of her car and left that dent with your ass?

Bobbie bursts out laughing loudly. She nods her head as she laughs, clearly still remembering that fondly.

Bobbie: You know how clumsy I was growing up. The cake truly was an accident, but I won’t lie. I tripped myself to leave that dent in her car. She had it coming anyway. Kept bragging how she persuaded her father to buy her that car for her sixteenth birthday.

Barbie: I knew it! You always denied that, but something told me..

Bobbie: I had to. We couldn’t be held liable for an accident. And they couldn’t prove I did it on purpose. People didn’t believe I was as smart as I was.

Barbie shakes her head, but she can’t help but laugh at Bobbie’s confession.

Barbie: Anyway, what about her? Why are you bringing her up after all these years?

Bobbie: This whole thing with Harper Mason really reminds me of Amy. Girls who throw a hissy fit when things don’t go their way or they don’t get what they want.

Barbie has a confused look on her face that says she disagrees.

Barbie: The only difference is that you’re a grown woman now that is instigating a feud with a teenager.

Bobbie: I don’t think she’s a teenager anymore, Ma. She’s still an adult and is acting like a five year old.

Barbie shakes her head again. Loki suddenly comes up between the two, enjoying the immediate pets he is getting from both his mama and his gramma.

Bobbie: I’m just having a little fun the best way I know how. I’m not planning on losing this match to Harper anyway, because I’m really looking forward to seeing her really play the big baby she is. Every time she talks or tweets, she feeds right into my plan. She just doesn’t realize it.

Barbie: You better hope this doesn’t backfire on you, Bobbie. Because lord only knows the scene you would make owning up to your mistake in making this a loser wears a baby costume idea. You always did love to be loud about everything you ever did.

Bobbie chuckles, nodding in full agreement. She wouldn’t deny it. If she was going to act a fool, she was going to be loud and obnoxious about it. Play into it to hide the discomfort.

Bobbie: Again, because it’s fun. And lord knows how much I need to have a few laughs these days…

Barbie: Things still tense between Artie’s parents? You never did tell me how all of that went anyway.

Bobbie nods slowly and takes a deep breath. She leans forward in her chair and looks at her mother with a puzzled look on her face.

Bobbie: His father went back home…

Barbie: He did what?!

Bobbie nods, still in disbelief.

Bobbie: Yep. She somehow talked him into giving her a second chance. They’re going to go to counseling and all of that. Artie isn’t happy about it, but I wouldn’t expect him to be. This whole year has just been so crazy.

Barbie is left speechless. She and Artie’s mother had been friends for a long time, but she simply couldn’t condone what she did. No one could.

Bobbie: Who knows. Maybe things will get better. Or maybe they won’t. I’m just sitting back and waiting for everything to blow over so life can go back to normal…ish. And then Artie and I can go through the adoption process and adopt a child that will never turn out like Amy Morris or Harper Mason.

Both women share a laugh and Barbie raises her glass.

Barbie: Amen to that, sweetie.

Bobbie raises her glass and shares in her mother’s toast. She leans back in her chair once again and the two just watch as Loki runs around the back yard playing with his favorite Loki-sized tennis ball.


Hello, hello, hello everyone! High Stakes time is finally here, and man I am really looking forward to this show. It’s true, I’m not involved in any sort of title scene, and that’s okay. Artie tried to talk me into throwing my name into the mix of that Open Invitational Rumble, but I said I was going to pass on it. That might seem silly and all, but I’d rather focus all of my time and energy on this match against Harper, because this one…I can’t lose. I won’t lose.

I have a bit of a confession to make. And I’m hoping Harper is listening really closely to this one, though I am sure she isn’t. I am sure she is probably off kicking and screaming about something not going her way until someone gives her what she is blubbering about. It’s what she does. She is just that type of little girl. But where was I? Oh…right…

Confession time. Harper was right…partially anyway. She was right when she immediately went to Twixter and cried foul that I stole the win from her in our match last week. I mean, I did steal the win. I didn’t let her get the win, because I had to see her reaction. Not because she carried me through the match or blah blah blah. No.

I stole the win from her because I knew…I KNEW she was going to react the way she did, and I want people to see her true colors. I want Harper to act the way she has been, so everyone can see that she’s not this good girl she wants everyone to believe. That she’s not worthy of having been trained by the legendary Team Hero and that they should be embarrassed that she represents their gym.

Girls like Harper…they’ve always made it so easy for me to get under their skin. Because they have one obvious big weakness that they just can not hide. Their self-entitlement. The fact that because Mommy or Daddy always gave them their way, that that is how their entire life will go in every aspect of it.

Sorry, Harper. WRONG! You can sit there and claim that when you were throwing a fit about not being booked before our last match was made you were just wanting to be afforded a chance to prove yourself. But, Harper, did you ever stop to think that…you’ve already had ample opportunities to prove yourself? And you’ve yet to leave any sort of last impression on anyone?

You’ve been in SCW for about a year now and you’re still trying to prove yourself? Honey, if you haven’t done it yet your chances of ever making an impact are pretty dang slim. Deny it all you want, or try and paint a different picture but I call it like I see it. Mark and Christian know what they like and what they don’t like. And Harper…they don’t like you.

I don’t like you, either. And its because I don’t like you that I am playing you like the little puppet you are and having a damn good time doing it. You may have one win over me, Harper, but as soon as you agreed to the stipulation that the loser dresses like a baby at the next Climax Control, you signed and sealed that win for me. And delivery of that win is at High Stakes XIV.

I’ve always enjoyed toying with entitled little brats like you because it just brought me such great joy and many many laughs at watching the melt downs. And I loved seeing the reactions of everyone else, too, particularly the other parents when I was a kid. Because they all got to see what bad parenting does. They got to see what the consequences are of them giving in to their screaming childs every demand just to shut them up.

And you are going to find out the consequences of your actions, Harper. If you were smart, you’d realize it now, but you’re simply just too young, Harper. And too dumb. You’re living in this delusional childhood mode, and I’m going to give you one big dose of reality. Or maybe more than one.

In the form of a Bobbie Bomb..

See you next week, Harper!

[Harper Mason]

Harpin’ On With Harper, Harper’s Suite, Las Vegas, Nevada
Wednesday the 20th of November 2024, 09:00am

*on camera, start vlog, promo part one*

We see Harper in her suite looking frustrated as she starts her latest vlog.

”Let’s face facts for a sec here, I’ve said a lot of ugly things about Bobbie over these past few weeks, especially after I beat her on Climax Control.” Harper states as she lets out a deep breath. ”Things that, were they still alive, my parents would fly out to Tucson for the express purpose of chewing my ass out for, I suppose at this point you’re expecting me to express regret for everything I’ve said about Bobbie since that fateful match, not to mention that tag team match on the last Climax Control.

Keep dreaming, because that ain’t happening.”

Harper adds as she shakes her head.

”I don’t regret calling her out on tapping out to Mercedes at Violent Conduct, I don’t regret being angry at her for letting me do all the work against the Zdunichs and then picking up the scraps, hell if anything? I regret not knocking her out on the spot! And most importantly, I don’t regret my comments that led to the rubber match.” Harper states defiantly as she flips her hair over her shoulder. ”Because according to that idiot, fucking caring enough about my job and the sport I partake in enough to make my voice heard when I’m being ignored over far less deserving Bombshells, and yes Bobbie, that includes you, is being a cry-baby and is a bad thing!

Give me a fucking break! I’ve been busting my ass in SCW for over a year at this point, in that year I’ve put in a lot more work and effort into every match I’ve competed in, including our Roulette Title Match at My Bloody Valentine, then you’ve put into any of the matches you’ve had since you returned from injury, you have no right to call me a cry-baby when you clearly don’t give enough of a shit to make even the most basic of efforts! The Bobbie I faced for the Bombshell Roulette Title wouldn’t have sat back and let me do most of the work against Crystal and Seleana, but since you came back from injury?”

Harper shakes her head.

”You’ve been a shell of your former self and even that’s stretching things! Didn’t you handle both Mercedes and Seleana at the same time when you were the Roulette Champion Bobbie? I remember one of your first defences, if not the first defence because let’s face it, it’s been nine months and I’m not about to disrupt the flow of this vlog to watch old Climax Controls from that time period and check, either way? The facts couldn’t be clearer.

The Bobbie that started the year as Bombshell Roulette Champion is gone, maybe for good, who knows? I’m sure they’ll keep finding ways to trot you out as a former Bombshell Roulette Champ Bobbie, but at the rate you’re going? You’ll slide into the category of irrelevant former champions faster than Mercedes or even Seleana, THEN we’ll see who the real cry-baby is!”

*end vlog*

Harper’s suite, Tucson, Arizona
Thursday the 21st of November 2024, 13:00pm

It’s the following day and Harper is getting a moment to relax in her suite with Cassie.

”So no hard feelings about the Rumble, right?” Harper asked Cassie after checking her twitter for notifications. ”I mean the words “Open Invite” are right there in the description.”

”Oh please, I saw it coming from a mile off.” Cassie responded with a dismissive shrug and Harper nodded. ”The only thing that really caught me off guard was how direct you were about it I thought I would’ve found out through one of your vlogs, not face to face.”

”Hey, we’re friends remember? The least I could’ve done is let you know ahead of time Cassie.” Harper assured the Aussie and Cass nodded as she got the idea. ”And now that I’ve done all my vlogs for the Rumble I can focus on my match with Bobbie.”

”And hopefully finally put that mess behind you, and who knows? Maybe after you face Bobbie they’ll book another rematch with Bea.” Cassie suggested and Harper turned to her. ”She is the other win you got back this past cycle after all.”

”Kinda surprised they haven’t booked you against her honestly, at least not yet.” Harper shrugged her shoulders in response and Cassie shook her head. ”Didn’t you call facing Bea a rite of passage for any new Bombshell or something?”

”It’s not really a universal thing though, and if that match does happen I will make sure I get the win unlike you the first time around.” Cassie responded with a grin and Harper grunted in annoyance, before either woman could say anything though their phones went off. ”Huh, we don’t usually get texts at the same time unless it’s from the group chat with Josh.”

”It is from Josh, apparently he’s booked us a table at a local steakhouse for tomorrow night.” Harper responded with a nod before she clicked on the link, after going through the menu items see let out a low whistle. ”An expensive local restaurant at that! The cheaper items are going for at least $20 and that’s just the appetizers.”

”Seriously?” Cassie asked with a surprised look before checking the menu for herself. ”Guess hiring Josh on as my manager was the right call! I would’ve gone to the nearest Wendy’s for a Baconator.”

”And the fact that he’s hooked us up in these suites wasn’t an indication of that?” Harper responded with a teasing grin. ”He’s really going all in for that manager of the year award, isn’t he? I think the awards ballots are closed but he’s still making a strong case.”

”I mean, if nothing else we can start the campaign for him to win it two years running a year in advance!” Cassie responded with a grin and Harper nodded in agreement. ”So what do you think? Should we spend so much money at this restaurant that people will start thinking he did the Chase Bank Glitch?”

”I don’t think there’s enough food in the restaurant that we could eat between the two of us, including Josh’s meal, that would leave him bankrupt, millions of dollars in debt and facing serious prison time.” Harper joked and Cassie had a good laugh in response to that. ”Besides, I can never pick from an online menu, I prefer to pick when I’m in the restaurant ready to chow down on some good food, unless I’m getting takeout but that kinda goes without saying.”

”Fair, and I think I’ll do the same to be honest.” Cassie nodded in agreement before they closed the link. ”How about I send the message to Josh and you get the Switch set up so we can game?”

”Deal.” Harper responded with a nod before they went ahead and did just that.

Harpin’ On With Harper, Harper’s Suite, Tucson, Arizona
Thursday the 21st of November 2024, 18:00pm

*on camera, start vlog, promo part two*

It’s a few hours later and we see Harper back in her suite, alone this time.

”You know, I’ve mentioned this a couple of times but way before I was a wrestler or hell, even knew I was related to Jessie, I was a high school wrestling standout and I hold a black belt in Taekwondo, what stopped those things?” Harper started listing off reasons with two of her fingers. ”One: I graduated from high school, that isd a pretty big obstacle to continuing in that path and well, my parents didn’t have the money to send me off to college otherwise I would’ve picked up where I left off there and then, two: the COVID 19 pandemic claimed my old Taekwondo school as a victim and even after everywhere started to open up again the other schools in my area were way out of my price range.

Why do I bring this up? Coming from a background like that and into professional wrestling you tend to notice things about your opponents, like when they aren’t the same after an injury, sound familiar? Yeah, this is about Bobbie.”

Harper started plainly as she leaned back in her chair.

”I’ve seen this before Bobbie, both in high school wrestling and as a Taekwondo Black Belt, a competitor comes back from injury but they can’t compete at the same level they did before  they took time off.” Harper shakes her head as she continues. ”You can deny it all you want but that’s exactly what’s happening with you, you started the year hot, you were the Bombshell Roulette Champion for Christ’s Sake, that’s probably one of the most competitive divisions out there, but then you lost the title back to Alexandra during Blast from the Past and lost the Queen for a Day Ladder Match at Into the Void before taking time off, since then?

Losing to Victoria I can understand, she’s a vicious bitch but I’m not denying that she’s a hell of a wrestler, then you beat Mercedes and Seleana again but after that win? You submitted to Mercedes at Violent Conduct in a match that also featured the worst Blast from the Past winner in the ten plus years that SCW has held that tournament, then to me in our last rematch and you only beat the Zdunichs because you let me do all the work.”

Harper shakes her head.

”To think, earlier this year I felt I needed to face someone in the same weight class as you to prepare for our Roulette Title Match so I challenged Tempest to a singles contest! If this isn’t a case of how the mighty have fallen I don’t know what is!” Harper added bluntly before letting out a deep breath. ”And the worst part is? You’re delusional about it! You claimed that you could’ve gotten onto the High Stakes card without this match but could you really?

If you ask me? If it weren’t for this match and your desire to humiliate me your best shot likely would’ve been inserting yourself into the Open Invite Match!”

*end vlog*

Flemming’s Prime Steakhouse, Tucson, Arizona
Friday the 22nd of November 2024, 18:00pm

After a hard week of training in preparation for their matches at High Stakes Cassie and Harper are being treated by Josh at a high end steakhouse.

”You weren’t kidding about the prices Josh I’ll say that much.” Harper commented to Josh as she looked at the menu, the two members of Young Justice alongside their manager have just been seated in the restaurant and were considering their options. ”And just so we’re clear, you’re paying for it?”

“It’s my treat, you girls have been working hard since the leadup to High Stakes kicked off in earnest.” Joshua responded with a reassuring grin and Harper and Cassie shared a look. “We’ll see how much my bank account regrets this by the end of the night but trust me, you’ve earned this.”

”I was about to say, we were joking about your account looking like you did the Chase Bank Glitch after you sent the link yesterday.” Cassie responded with a big grin on her face and Josh chuckled. ”Well, I joked, Harper pointed out how improbable that idea was but you get the point.”

“Maybe if I was treating everyone at SCW to this meal, from the wrestlers to the refs to the non-wrestlers and even the backstage staff and co-owners, that would’ve been possible but even then my bank wouldn’t let me go overdrawn.” Josh shook his head with a chuckle and Harper and Cassie nodded as they got the idea. “So what are you girls thinking for apps.”

”That’s a great question because they all look so good.” Harper responded with a grin as she and Cass went over the menu. ”I think I’ll go with the crab cakes myself but why don’t we order the everything from the apps to the main to the dessert at the same time and save us some trouble later.”

“Good thinking, nothing like a nice smooth meal.” Josh nodded in response and he went over the menu. “In that case I’ll go with the seared pork belly for my app, scallops for my main and chocolate lava cake for dessert, Harp?”

”Already decided my main but, well we’re at a steakhouse so why not go for the steaks before High Stakes.” Harper added before quickly shaking her head. ”That joke was terrible!”

”I agree and I’ve told some atrocious jokes during my time on Twitter.” Cass responded with a grin before making her choice. ”For me it has to be the Calamari App, Certified Angus Ribeye for the main with the lobster tail surf and turf option and the New York Cheesecake dessert.”

”You’re really breaking the bank there Cass, geez!” Harper laughed in response and Cassie grinned. ”I’m already going with the Crab Cakes but for my main? I’m thinking Prime Bone In Ribeye with the truffle poached lobster and the Chocolate Goey Butter Cake for my dessert.”

“Great choices from you both.” Josh responded before they set the menus down and before long the waitress came up to take the orders, once she left Josh turned his attention to Cass and Harper again. “Look, no matter what happens this Sunday? I’m proud of you both, you’re both future champs in my eyes.”

”Thanks Josh.” Harper thanked him before offering a toast which they both accepted. ”Hasn’t been an easy year for either of us but we’ve persisted.”

”Especially after I finally got around to taking you on as a manager.” Cass added with a grin. ”And at this rate? Who knows? Maybe you’ll get that induction you’ve been after this time next year.”

“Here’s hoping.” Josh responded with a grin and before long they got their appetizers.

Harpin’ On With Harper, Harper’s Suite, Tucson, Arizona
Friday the 22nd of November 2024, 21:00pm

*on camera, start vlog, final promo part*

We cut to Harp back in her suite a few hours after the meal out.

”You know, I’ve always felt that there are certain things you shouldn’t do on an empty stomach, I guess I can now add promoting wrestling matches to that list.” Harper started as she rubbed her stomach for a couple of seconds. ”Especially when my opponent is so blind to their shortcomings that they create a stipulation designed to humiliate me at the next Climax Control when she doesn’t even consider that it could backfire.

Make no mistake Bobbie, I accepted your challenge to get this little rivalry of ours over and done with, you’ve already pissed away any respect I had for you Bobbie, are you prepared to piss away your self-respect as well?”

Good question.

”Like it or not, I’m a Bombshell on the rise and your fall from grace has been so dramatic and sudden that it should probably be studied.” Harper stated as she stretched her arms a bit. ”Bombshell Roulette Champion at start of year, losing to former challengers at the end, says it all, doesn’t it Bobbie? And believe me, when I do beat you at High Stakes I will be looking forward to you showing up to Climax Control in that outfit.

I believe the term for this is “hoist by their own petard”? Not sure on the correct usage of that phrase but from what I understand? It fits your situation like a glove.”

It’s that simple.

”Maybe after I beat you at High Stakes you’ll snap out of your delusion Bobbie, otherwise you’ll reach the same delusions of relevance as Mercedes Vargas.” Harper added as she rested her hands behind her head. ”Just remember this when you’re wearing that outfit at the next Climax Control, you wanted this, this wasn’t my idea, it was yours, you wanted to teach me a lesson about actually having passion for this sport or “being a cry-baby” as you so elegantly put it when in reality? The only lesson here is how fast a Bombshell can fall from grace.”

And with that Harper decided to wrap things up.

”It’s sad really, you are my first and last Supercard opponent of the year Bobbie and the difference is night and fucking day!” Harper added as she shook her head. ”Maybe next time you won’t be so quick to lick Mark’s boots but either way? The world needs a new hero and her name is “The Slaytanic Avenger” Harper Mason! I’ll see you on Sunday Bobbie, and bring a baby bottle while you’re at it!”

Harper turned off her camera as the scene fades.