(OOC: Apologies this wasn’t completely finished. I ran out of time and was working while not feeling good today. Had more planned for this!)
Sunday May 25th
Paris, France
Artie Was Robbed!
Medical Locker Room- After the Show
Everyone was watching. They all saw it happening. Artie had the crown in his grasp and was just moments away from unlatching it and becoming the SCW King For A Day. It was an amazing feeling and a spectacle to watch…until it wasn’t. The win, and the crown, was literally stolen from his grasp when last year’s winner, Guy With Cape, spit a disgusting yellow mist in Artie’s face and stole the crown for himself!
Following the match, Artie had been helped backstage and to the medical locker room to get checked out. His body had been out through the ringer in that ladder match and his eyes were burning from whatever that yellow mist was that guy had spit in his face. It took some time to calm him down and get him to stop fighting the medics, but eventually he let them assess his injuries in an attempt to help.
Bobbie: How are you feeling, sweetie?
Artie was still lying on one of the exam tables with a cold wet cloth over his eyes. Bruises were starting to be visible over his body also.
Artie: Like I got hit by a truck and robbed at the same time.
Bobbie frowned. She was used to being the one getting injured in these matches, but to see her beloved Artie looking and feeling like this? Part of her wanted to tell him to stop.
Bobbie: Ladder matches are tough to get through. How are your eyes?
Artie: I don’t know. I’m afraid to take the cloth off. Guy better hope that he didn’t cause any permanent damage.
Bobbie walked up next to him and grabbed a hold of the cloth. She removed it from his eyes for him, but he kept his eyes squinted closed.
Bobbie: Open your eyes.
With a grumble and a slam of the palm of his hand against the table, he slowly opens his eyes. He blinks several times, still adjusting to the light again as well as blinking away the last burning pains. His eyes are still slightly puffy and red.
Artie: Everything is still a little blurry, but I think I’ll be good. How do my eyes look?
Bobbie: Like you’ve been smoking something you shouldn’t have been for hours.
Bobbie chuckles and she helps Artie sit up. He’s still visibly frustrated over the way he lost.
Artie: I’m not going to let this go, Bobbie. I should have won that match. I should be the King For A Day, but he used a cowardly move because he knew he wasn’t going to win otherwise.
Bobbie nods, but given her experience with ladder matches and wrestling in general, she knew there was nothing that could be done about it.
Bobbie: Sweetie, you can cry foul to your heart's content, but in the long run, there’s nothing that can be done. Guy is King For A Day for a second year in a row and we’ll have to endure whatever matches he chooses to make. I don’t like it anymore than you do, but ladder matches are no disqualifications.
Artie: I know that! But wouldn’t you do the same thing if you were in my shoes? It may not do any good, but I won’t stop pointing out what a cowardly creep he is for doing that.
Bobbie sighs and she rubs Artie’s back. She doesn’t know what else to say at this point, but she knows they both need to get a good night’s sleep before their flight back home tomorrow.
Artie: Let’s just get out of here. I’m tired and ready to get back home tomorrow.
He winces as he attempts to slide off of the exam table, but Bobbie is quick to help him. Together they walk off, in silence, back to the locker rooms to grab their things and return to their hotel room. The week off would hopefully do Artie some good both physically as well as mentally following this latest loss.
Sunday June 1st
Las Vegas, Nevada
Finding Out Artie’s Fate
Almost a week has passed since Artie and Bobbie had flown home to Las Vegas, relieved that the most recent SCW tour was over. Not only were they relieved, but their fur baby Loki was happy to have them home for longer than just a few days. As soon as Artie had stepped through the front door, Loki ran up to him, sensing he needed some Loki comforting. He was gentle, though, sensing his daddy was in physical pain as well, but he was there for both his parents as he always had been. It was probably due to Loki’s emotional support that Artie was able to recover as quickly as he was, as aside from the bruises still slightly visible, he was feeling a lot better than he was.
But today he was a little on edge. Impatient, actually. Because today the matches for the next Climax Control were going to be announced, and this was Alexandra Calaway’s Queen For A Day show. Neither thought Alexandra would bother to give him a match, as they had very little interaction aside from last week’s back and forth debating on Twixter. But maybe if she didn’t book him in any of her matches, he would have something in one of the remaining matches.
Artie: I don’t know why I’m so impatient right now. I’ll probably have another week off, which is perfectly fine with me.
Bobbie: Don’t hold your breath on that, sweetie. Would you just sit down for now because it could still be—
Before Bobbie can even finish her sentence, Artie’s phone dings from inside his pocket. He quickly takes it out and opens up the email from Christian Underwood containing the list of matches. He scans it quickly until he stops and sees that Alexandra had indeed booked him in a match. But it wasn’t good. Far from it.
Artie: Oh. My. God. I’m…I’m dead…
His face goes white and he sinks down into the sofa and his phone falls to the floor. With a look of concern written all over her face, Bobbie rushes over and reaches down to pick up his phone. She looks at the show card and her face grows instantly angry.
Bobbie: YOU have to be blindfolded?! Against Kevin Carter?! That dirty little…
Artie: I can’t catch a break. I’m never going to get anywhere in wrestling if I keep getting put in matches like this.
He rests his elbows on his knees and then buries his face in his hands. He wanted nothing more than to prove himself in SCW, but it just seemed lately that the challenges kept getting more and more difficult.
Bobbie: You make sure you don’t let Alexandra see you reacting like this, sweetie. This is exactly what she wants. We have a week to figure things out, but we’ll—
Artie: We’ll what? What can we possibly do to prepare me to go up against Kevin Carter blindfolded?! He’s going to embarrass me out there!
Bobbie stops and thinks for a moment as Artie stares at her, frustrated and still very much nervous about this match. He lowers his head again and shakes it, when Bobbie’s eyes light up and she snaps her fingers.
Bobbie: Huzzah! I’ve figured it out!
Artie looks up with a puzzled look as Bobbie runs off into another room.
Artie: You just sounded like Guy, ya know!
Loki tilts his head and looks up at Artie. Artie laughs and pats him on the head.
Artie: Scary thought, right Loki?
They both sit there and wait for a few minutes before Bobbie comes running back out to the living room. Without a word she grabs Artie by his arm and pulls him up to his feet and spins him around.
Artie: What the…Bobbie, what are you doing?!
The answer as he is about to find out is Bobbie puts a blindfold over his eyes!
Bobbie: You, my sweet hubby, are going to be blindfolded this entire week! I can think of no better—
Artie shakes his head and tries to pull the blindfold off.
Artie: What?! No way! How is that going to help me?! I’m not going to pretend to be blind the entire week, Bobbie!
Bobbie spins him around, pointing in his face even though she puts the blindfold back over his eyes and he still can’t see.
Bobbie: Oooh yes you are. You need to work on heightening your other senses if you don’t have the ability to see. Kevin Carter is going to take full advantage of you being blindfolded and I’m not about to stand by and let you get embarrassed. You’re going to do whatever it takes.
Artie sighs.
Artie: And it’s really going to take me pretending to be blind the entire week?! What if it actually screws up my vision?
Bobbie: It won’t. There will still be some bits of light shining through, you just won’t be able to actually see anything else. And yes, it’s really going to take you doing this. I wouldn’t steer you wrong, sweetie.
Artie has his hands on the blindfold, ready to take it off again. But after a few moments, he sighs and lets his hands fall to his sides.
Artie: This is going to suck, you know that? But Loki gets to be my guide dog!
Bobbie: Ugh excuse me. I was going to be your guide wife. Loki can help but he’s not properly trained as a guide dog. And yeah it’s going to suck. But it will give you more empathy for actual blind people who live like this every single day!
Artie: At least they don’t have to wrestle blind…
Artie mumbles under his breath but Bobbie heard every word. She lightly smacks him upside his head and he jolts forward.
Bobbie: Shush, you! Now let’s get to work!
With another grumble and some arguing, Artie gives in and agrees to the plan. Maybe it would help heighten his senses going up against Kevin Carter. Maybe it wouldn’t. Either way, this whole next week was going to be the most interesting of his life so far.
