It’s women’s month you’ve heard me say this already. So I think it’s important to highlight one of the most important women that you’ve had the pleasure of knowing. Me!
Yes let’s make it all about me because you know what? Today is all about me! Where would you be if you hadn’t met me? In a lot less fun existence I can promise you that. Yes I’m probably annoying to you, you probably roll your eyes already while reading this, but at least I’m getting an emotional reaction from you. Not everyone can do that and not everyone can elicit such disdain or such annoyance, but I can. I have taken up that spot in your mind where you hesitate to read what the next line is going to be because you’re either going to cringe, roll your eyes or go grab a drink. And you know what? I live for these moments! When you hear my voice as you read this and think: “God will she ever shut up?” Not anytime soon, not even until I draw my last breath and even then I will haunt people to make sure I’m still talking in the afterlife.
BUT you’re not asking the big questions… sure you know me now. But how did I become the Q.O.E.? You don’t care. Just like hidden figures… you didn’t know they existed till the damn movie came out. You probably didn’t care. Because men have been taking credit for women’s work for years! But it was black female scientists and mathematicians (Mary Jackson, Katherine Johnson and Dorothy Vaughan.) who are the reason we got to space in the first place. Their names were lost in time until recently! Never getting their notoriety.
Lewis and Clark The travelers and explorers would be nothing without Sacagawea the indigenous woman who led them upon their excavations. Again men get credit for the things that women do.
Rosalind Franklin was the one who discovered The Double Helix. Her image was shown to scientists James D. Watson and Francis H.C. Crick are credited with uncovering the double helix formation that would catapult forward our understanding of human DNA. But her name is forgotten. We wouldn’t understand DNA if not for this woman.
Even Monopoly was created by a woman. Though Parker brothers stole it from her and made fortunes off of it. We forget about Elizabeth Magie created “The Landlord’s Game.” She only got $500 for her brilliance.
What does this have to do with me? I didn’t invent anything. I owned a wrestling promotion in my twenties. But back then they were a dime a dozen. I started wrestling at 16. Emancipated myself and was good at something, wrestling. I was damn good at it.
Females in this business are rare. Generally the joke used to be that the women’s match was called the “popcorn match.” Because that’s when you can go buy popcorn or go to the bathroom. People didn’t care about the match, they didn’t care that we were busting our asses as much as the men. Some places would have the most crude chants and disrespectful fans. Yet we would go out there and leave it all in the ring.
But with wrestling females being few and far between it meant I had to wrestle more guys. It meant that people had to take notice. It meant people couldn’t just dismiss me as good for a girl wrestler. The acknowledgment that I was more than just good “for a girl” meant I had something. People had to take notice.
I would leave a show and drive 10 hrs from one show to be at the next show. Carpooling with your group. Long drives and singing along to whatever cds were in the cars. Talking about life as you’re “making towns.” Those connections, those conversations. In retrospect I should have known better than to have dated wrestlers. Clearly I didn’t learn my lesson cuz I’ve married three of them. (But the last one shouldn’t even count.)
Let’s be realistic when you work and spend most of your time on the road with certain people you form a connection with, so stuff is going to happen whether people want to or not. You grow close with people, and sometimes you’re lucky enough to get family members. You form your own family out of that bond. That brotherhood that we talk about, because as much as I am annoyed by my brothers in wrestling; I would throw hands for each and every single one of them. That’s the weird thing about wrestling, it’s this weird family dynamic, this dysfunctional existence. And for some reason gives me comfort and makes me feel complete. Sure there are people who were there for the ring rats, who were there to just hook up, who didn’t love this business as much as I did. I knew that this was going to be my world.
I knew from age 3 I was going to be a wrestler. I was going to prove my cousins wrong that girls could do it too. That’s what made me different. That’s why I had a future and they didn’t. I lived for the next match. I lived for the reaction from the crowd. The feeling when my theme music would hit and it would be go time.
It’s true over the past twenty plus years I have been in many different promotions. But no place has felt quite like home like HOW has. I know! Of all places HOW is home? The misogyny, the toxic masculinity, the narcissism and yet it’s the one place I feel like I have felt I’ve belonged the entire time. I can’t explain it, but I knew being here was a privilege. Not everyone can make it into HOW and not everyone can cut it here.
I was asked if it was better to be a big fish in a small pond or a small fish in a big pond. And I’ve always laughed at the question because I’ve never been a small fish in any pond I’ve been in. Out of all the women who were here before me and after me, no one had pulled off my accomplishments. Not one female in all of HOW has been able to do what I have. There’s a reason I’m in the hall of Fame. I’m done going over my history of what makes me epic.
You all know who the hell I am. Quit acting like it’s news or not important. Oh wait, to acknowledge my success would mean to acknowledge your shortcomings. What have I done lately? I returned, you’re welcome. Pissed off the toxic male landscape, you’re welcome. Made you aware of your privilege, you’re welcome!
I said when I came back I was going to win war games and that angered everyone! Because how dare I? Where do I get the audacity to make such a bold statement? Teams haven’t even been set up yet! And who would trust me? I’ve always been blessed with the gift of gab. People are always surprised at my ability to make friends…when the tag tournament rolled: around people thought I’d be scrambling for a partner underestimating that I still have favors. I still have friends. I keep making friends when I’m not even trying. Conor Fuses is already claiming friendship to me. You know what? You can never have too many friends you can call on.
But that’s how we got here isn’t it? Scottywood made a call. No matter how pathetic he says I am. Yet he is the one who called me. When you open Pandora’s box it doesn’t bring death and sickens, it brings hope. I am the HOPE for HOW’s future. And no one is to blame/thank, but Scottywood. I could have stayed at home, I could have been left alone and never asked to help. But it’s funny help often comes in ways we don’t expect, sometimes ways we can’t even appreciate.
I am women’s history month, and you’re welcome!
We see an opulent party. Puffy pink bulbs hanging all over a large hall with pink lights, a large pink carpet leading into the hall. Paparazzi standing behind a pink velvet rope as people stop and pose for the camera. All of the people are wearing pink pajamas and sleepwear attire. Behind them is a banner for Bobbinette Carey’s themed birthday party. Inside the hall is various large beds filled with pillows and stuffed animals with snack trays and sleeping bags. There are different parts of the hall sectioned for different things. One is a karaoke corner next to a photo booth with props for the photo booth including various cut out standees of Bobbinette. There are different kid size titles. Next to the photo booth is an original DDR arcade game. The third corner has spa chairs with masseusers waiting at the ready. And the final fourth corner is a giant cake. The cake looks like it was ordered from the cake boss. An elaboration cake with crown, shoes, and a throne at the top of it with the number 40 in a light pink fondant. There is gold lemay over the designs on the cake with little 40’s being highlighted.
Around the cake were chocolate covered strawberries, canollis, buckeyes, and cupcakes all decorated to match the cake. Next to the cake table was a candy table followed by a cookie table. Further away from the desserts is a chef preparing sushi rolls on request with a player on ice on display.
We see the bell of the ball, the birthday girl wearing a beautiful pink layered dress inspired by Cinderella. On her head was a large crown the size of the Miss America pageant crowns. She made her way in smiling and posing for all the cameras, alongside her was her daughter Mimi (Mariah.) Wearing the same thing in a smaller fashion. Whereas they posed after a few seconds Mimi took her hand back from her mom and ran into the hall. Bobbinette laughed and continued to pose as she saw a handler escort Mimi the rest of the way.
She took photos with many people laughing and sitting on a throne bed brought into the center of the room. The party may have looked hedonistic to any outside appearance but it was a wholesome event. A screening of Labyrinth aired along with other Iconic princess movies. People appeared to be happy. Scottywood is there enjoying himself, Darkwing was there celebrating along with a few other of HOW greats from the past. The pink carpet event is a who’s who of wrestling and entertainment.
Bobbinette woke up in her princess style bed in her home. She’s still wearing the dress from the party. Her hair is no longer perfect as the crown is next to her bedside. Her makeup smudged as she looked out the window squinting at the brightness of the sun. She grabs a bottle of vitamin water and takes off the lid. Everything hurts her head at this point. She opens her night stand drawer and pulls out a bottle of ibuprofen and takes two then drops the bottle back into the drawer. She downs the Ibuprofen and a large gulp of vitamin water. She puts the bottle of water down after gulping for air. She closes her eyes taking a few deep breaths to Center herself before picking up her cell phone. It’s loaded with notifications but none are the one she’s looking for. She goes through the contacts and hits send putting the phone to her warm.
Bobbinette: I’m sorry I called her a busted can of biscuits. But not showing up to my birthday party? That’s a little extreme even for you. And I know that its “Everyone Pretend I Care.” But it was my birthday so ya know that day is supposed to be about me!
She pauses. She doesn’t hear a voice on the other end.
Bobbinette: Dan, come on ..
There’s still silence on the other end.
Female voice: Bobbie… he’s… he’s gone.
Bobbinette: What the hell are you talking about? Why are you on Dan’s phone?
She says as worry overtakes her face as her eyes widen. She is having trouble connecting the words to her brain, it isn’t connecting.
Female voice: He’s gone.
Bobbinette: What the fuck do you mean? He left and is on his way? He’s a day late but sure.
She says rationalizing the words she’s hearing on the other end
Female voice: He died… yesterday.
Her tone changed as her face dropped and her eyes swelled with water.
Female voice: He had an allergic reaction and… they couldn’t save him.
The voice breaks down crying. Bobbinette drops her phone sitting there with a feeling of numbness taking over her body. She hangs up the phone and looks down as a tear falls she picks up her phone and dials another number.
Bobbinette: Jennifer… tell me she’s lying.
Jennifer: I was there … when it happened…
Bobbinette hangs up the phone shaking her head. She throws the phone across the room as if the news will make it any less real.
Bobbinette: Nope. This is just a really bad prank, cause he’s trying to be a dick.
She says as she crawls her back to the headboard of the bed as she tries to pull her feet in under her feeling like the bed is quicksand. Everything is getting away from her, her head is pounding, her heart is pounding louder in her ears. Everything seems so loud in the silence. She can’t make it stop; she swats a tear away as she feels another on her cheek. No she won’t allow this! No! She swats another tear away as she hears her phone ring. It snaps her out of the fight with her tears. She stumbles out of bed over to the phone annoyed at her previous actions of throwing the phone made it seem like forever to retrieve it.
Female: no it’s..
Female: That isn’t my name..
Bobbinette: No. I don’t accept this. I don’t.. he isn’t. He isn’t allowed to. He can’t. No.
She says trying to reason with the voice as tears fall.
Female: by the way… happy birthday.
Just outside upper Darby Pennsylvania, it’s a cold but Sunny day and we see Bobbinette Carey holding a bouquet of flowers down next to a headstone.
Bobbinette looks down and sighs.
Bobbinette: You wanted to make sure I’d never forget my 40th huh?
She says with a weak laugh.
Bobbinette: You knew me better than anyone. You kept me grounded. You never let my ego get out of control. You would check me and say that epic stood for Everyone Pretend I Care… And I stopped caring about mostly everything… and everyone.
She looks down at her feet digging them into the grass.
Bobbinette: I went back to wrestling. You weren’t here to stop me. You weren’t here. You said you weren’t going anywhere… and you lied. You left, you were were two people I trusted more than anyone ever. You… and-
Bobbinette hugs herself then looks around sighing. Her face turns to anger as she sees Frankie the cameraman the adopted son of Scottywood standing there with his camera on her.
Bobbinette: What the hell?! Frankie, are you filming this?
She asks angrily.
Frankie: Scottywood said-
Bobbinette puts her hand up to silence him.
Bobbinette: We talked about this. Scott is not your boss this week. You’re on vacation. I don’t need you exploiting an emotional moment. Go hang out in the limo.
Frankie: But you’ve got March to glory and.. Scottywood is mad Carey… like really really mad.
Frankie says, looking nervously at her. Bobbinette sighs.
Bobbinette: I don’t do the whole camera thing. But fine whatever.
She says with a sigh.
Bobbinette: We aren’t doing it here though and if it airs at this grave so help me Frankie, you won’t need to be afraid of Scott.
Bobbinette looks down at the headstone and sighs.
Bobbinette: We will continue this later Danny.
She kisses her fingers then presses them to the headstone and swats away tears. She stands up and adjusts her jacket and walks towards the limo. Frankie gets his camera ready as Bobbinette gets into the limo, her nose red.
Bobbinette: No not now! Let me take a minute please?
Frankie nods, putting his camera down.
Bobbinette: I wanted to check in… I missed his birthday last month.
Frankie: Scottywood’s birthday is in January.
Bobbinette rolls her eyes as her hand goes to the side of her head as she feels a tension headache
Bobbinette: I get he is your adopted dad… but you called him and told him about what you overheard me saying to my mom friends.
Bobbinette says as she glares at Frankie who now looks nervous realizing she doesn’t seem happy.
Frankie: I’m sorry Carey, it’s just he asked.. and I can’t lie to him… I mean he’s Scottywood. And I don’t like that you two are fighting. It makes my stomach hurt. You cost him the title. He cost you the Mario match.
Bobbinette: That match against Mario meant more than his title shot! Over a decade of History. His title shot?
Bobbinette snaps then pauses taking a few deep breaths.
Bobbinette: I am sorry. I don’t mean to snap… I’m just emotional right now.
Frankie: Cause scottywood saw your son?
Bobbinette narrows her eyebrows at Frankie’s statement but realizes he isn’t trying to be hurtful.
Bobbinette: No. In fact it was karma for him. He tried to hurt me, and use my son against me. He tried to use the nature vs nurture argument…he thinks he hurt me… that would imply I allow what he says or does to dictate my emotions. He can’t hurt me because he would have to matter. He doesn’t, so I’m not worried.
She says, forcing a smile. It’s not clear if she even believes her own words at that point. Her eyes seem glassy but slowly return to normal. Bobbinette motions Frankie with the camera as she looks out the window.
Bobbinette: You were supposed to be different. You brought me back. You needed me and you were supposed to be the one to show me not all people are trash. Not all men are trash. Then little by little the red flags…. I kept trying to ignore them. Just keep on…. Because perfect doesn’t exist so you accept people’s flaws and all. Because at the end of the day a partnership is supposed to be a deep bond, a connection.
She looks in thought as she squints and raises an index finger as if she remembers the exact moment.
Bobbinette: Till you said I was a horrible person… my own partner could think so little of me? My own partner could say that about me. Ok that hurt a little, it was like a stab wound. And everyone knows if you’re ever stabbed you leave the knife in so it doesn’t cause more damage…
She says with a nod as she looks at the camera.
Bobbinette: Then I poured my soul to you and your response was “I don’t really care but don’t lie.” The knife was pulled out and blood started to pour from that cut. Still I supported you… I stood by your side. I was there to help you, keep your morale up… wasn’t enough… Because everything is always you. Nothing else mattered but you and Mike…. Told you about my protest before rumble at the rock. It was “sure whatever I don’t care.” Then I was dropped into the ocean. Your response wasn’t to see if I died. You didn’t care! You cost me my match with Mario! A rivalry that has been around for over a decade! What rivalry have you had that long Scott?
She shakes her head from side to side.
Bobbinette: Sure you want to talk shit about me now when a few months ago you were on my phone begging me, begging because you didn’t have anybody else. Somehow I’m the pathetic one? You had to reach out and call me and me being a sympathetic person, a very sympathetic bleeding heart that I answered the phone for you. And now because it didn’t go how you thought it would you’re going to throw a tantrum? 15 years you’re supposed to be smarter than this. And you’re almost as disappointing as you were when you first started. You can’t get it done and you never could. You’ve held the title once you want to talk about how long ago it was that I did that? What have you done in my absence? Oh. “hardcore.” In almost dead fandom that is a niche community
She says in a matter of fact tone.
Bobbinette: I almost believed you though. I almost believed you hated me as much as you say. I almost believed you, but Your words do not match your actions… Marc caused you to show you still have sympathy for me. You taking the time to find my son… showed you’re that determined to try and hurt me. But all it did was show you’re starting to understand me. That is when you should be scared. All the work you’ve done to get in my head. You don’t put in that much work unless you care. And I’m going to exploit you for it.
She says as her serious face turns to a smile. She bites her bottom lip to stifle a chuckle.
Bobbinette: Yes you are the hardcore artist. “The hardcore artist”… That’s laughable!
She says with a smirk as her eyes turn to a scowl.
Bobbinette: The thing is that Scott you’re not really a wrestler. Because there’s no art to hitting people with weapons. But it appears that you Scott really didn’t have that much of a challenge because you won war games…. how did that even happen? Were all the other wrestlers drunk or on drugs? Because Scott you’re not a wrestler. Scott you’re nowhere near as talented as half of the HOW roster.
She pauses raising an eyebrow.
Bobbinette: You said you say things you don’t even believe just to push my buttons. But again, you say things you don’t mean just to get a rise out of people. I say facts because the truth is absolute and more painful than any lie.
She says in a matter of fact tone.
Bobbinette: Sure, you’re great at using weapons. But you and I both know I am the better wrestler. So it comes down to the third fall… the eyes have it I guess…
She smirks at her own pun, then her smile fades as she sees Frankie look like he’s going to cry.
Bobbinette: Sorry Frankie… I didn’t mean…
She sighs and takes a deep breath.
Bobbinette: Fifteen years Scott… this could have all been avoided. You want to blame this on me? Perhaps a sobering reality is you are by yourself… and that is more torture than taking an eye could ever do. But don’t worry Scott I’ll make sure you finally see the bottom line. You can be an “artist”, I am and always will be The Queen!
She says with a laugh as Frankie lowers the camera.
Frankie: By the way happy birthday Carey…
Bobbinette’s eyes glass up as if she ignores the statement as they reach a private airport to head back to Chicago.