It’s time to cowboy up. In these lawless parts of HOW. Picture of is always when you think about it, HOW has always been like the old west; lawless, godless, heathens. Like the old west there’s more bad guys than you can shake a stick at. No regard for humanity, no respect for the rules, and it’s been that way for years…
I didn’t ask to be a hero. I’d never call myself one. But when there’s corruption, there’s people being outnumbered… I can’t turn a blind eye to that. I can’t ignore cries for justice, cries for mercy, cries for help.
Would I have ignored these cries if my own cries weren’t saved? Who could say for sure. But that help, that save, saved me more than just an assist. That save reminded me that doing what is right is more important than being liked.
I had no idea this hero’s walkabout would lead to someone trying to kill me. Someone went to an awful lot of trouble to try and take me out. That only reinforces I am doing the right thing. Sure I was shook, my faith in myself has been tested on more than one occasion.
But my faith in others has been restored. By someone on the opposite team Mr. Godson, and by the returning down but don’t count him out Conor Fuse. They both reminded me not everyone is garbage. Sure there is trash out there but there is still good and light in the world.
But for light there is it’s opposite. Darkness, corruption, hatred. This was an issue between JPD and myself and Conor. But two other teams found their way into it. I feel like we were given the tag champs as a reward, a devine act of karma! I know…I know.. I know Lee did it for JPD who already has a belt right now…I am not stupid. I know that Lee did it for his best board, whatever.
Could the board be responsible for my attempted and failed assassination? JPD is too shallow to concern himself with something of that nature. Stronk… he wouldn’t do something like that. If I could just talk to him…but that Weasley little creepazoid Shelley won’t even let me say hi to him. That guy is a douche, Stronk deserves better…so it isn’t them. JPD would try and take out Conor, not me. Conor is the bigger threat out of the two of us in his eyes.
The highwaymen… Harrisonburg … yep that is their ship name. Because Harrison is riding the high of his victory allows me to remove him from the equation right? I would think so….until what he said after the match. “Two more weeks, princess, and I’m putting you and your BFF in the ground for good”. Could Harrison do something like set up an attempt to kill me? What would his motive be? He couldn’t be that mad about me praising Stronk for what happened right? That seems awfully petty… maybe he is that petty? For someone who fashions himself a good guy… the corruption would make sense..
Then there’s Xander and Hollywood who would pull off the upset of the century. They can’t be the people who set that up. They weren’t even a thought till they beat Stronk and America… that doesn’t even taste right to say that sentence. Leaves a bad taste in my mouth…
Have I pissed off people? Sure… I mean it’s kind of what I do. Has any of that warranted the cost of my life? I don’t believe so. Who could I have wronged so much they would stoop to that extreme? Could someone have set this up just to make sure my mind isn’t clear for the final chance at HOW tag gold before it’s retired? Before the new tag titles that will change up the game?
Is HOW more important than my life? I know here, people have disregard for safety and human life. This is wrestling, it’s a passion, sure. But I’m part of HOW… it isn’t just wrestling. People have brutalized, maimed, crucified, blinded, even killed to get a victory. This isn’t a normal wrestling place… even good people are pushed to do corrupt things for entertainment and gold.
A saloon bar fight… I feel like that’s more geared towards my old partner. All of this is done to take me out of my element. But I realize I can turn this into an opportunity for emotional growth and to allow my ability to adapt to flourish.
– “The seed must grow regardless Of the fact that it’s planted in stone” Tupac Shakur
We see the Parma Heights home of Bobbinette Carey. We go into the living room where Bobbinette is sitting with her daughters. The Queen of Epicness has bags under her eyes looking exhausted. Her hair is frizzing, her clothes wrinkled as she cuddles her daughter’s on the couch. She’s wearing a light pink blouse with a vee neck and a pair of black yoga pants. Her youngest child is sitting on her lap. Mimi is leaning on her mom as the three watch “Grease”. Bobbinette looks at her kids hugging them both. Her eyes water as she looks down at her kids. She bites the side of her mouth keeping herself together. She kisses them both on their forehead and gets up walking out of the room. She walks into her kitchen and grabs a tissue dabbing her eyes quickly. She grabs a bottle of water looking out her glass door as she hears the clunking of heavy paw prints. Her hand is nudged by her dog Duke. She looks down and pats his head as she swats away a tear with her other hand. She opens the bottle of water, gulping it down quickly. She take a deep breath as she looks outside. She hears walking and fixes her hair adjusting her face.
Bobbinette: What’s up baby girl?
She asks not turning around.
Majandra: Wrong kid.
Her oldest daughter says in annoyance. Majandra looked so much like her mother, but lighter skinned. She wore a tank top and a pair of biker shorts in black. She wasn’t the pastel or magenta color popping person like her mother.
Bobbinette: Your grandmother used to say. “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always; as long as I’m living my baby you’ll be.”
Bobbinette’s eyes water as she doesn’t turn around to look at the young woman.
Bobbinette: You know what I was doing 24 years ago today?
Majandra signed, rolling her eyes.
Majandra: Well, my birthday was three days ago so…
Bobbinette: I was bringing you and your brother home. I was so terrified… I was scared to be a mom. and a mom of twins?
Bobbinette shakes her head from side to side.
Majandra: Yeah.. thankfully you only had to do that for three years.
She jokes at her mother’s expense. Bobbinette narrows her eyebrows, turning around looking at her. Majandra’s smirk fades seeing her mother has been crying. She stands there for a second then goes to her mother and hugs her tightly. Bobbinette hugs her daughter back as tears roll. It is the first time since they had been reunited that her daughter had shown this much emotion to her mother.
Majandra: I’m sorry mom.
She said in a quiet whisper.
Bobbinette: Its okay baby girl. I love you and kids more than you know. I want you to remember that always.
Majandra lets go of the hug, her own eyes watering.
Majandra: I know. Mimi knows and I’m sure Duncan knows somewhere in his stupid brain….
Bobbinette slowly nods.
Bobbinette: I don’t even know what the driver looked like… the Dallas PD is working on it. My blood work showed Rohypnol in my system.
Majandra: isn’t that the one drug they use…
Bobbinette nods her head.
Bobbinette: Mom squad was fine so it was only in my glass…the waiter was paid off. He doesn’t work there any more and they can’t find him.
Majandra: Have you slept?
Bobbinette slowly nods.
Bobbinette: A little… the name dead or alive for the next event it seems like people want me more dead than anything. The fact that I’m very much alive is disappointing to some. And that is what keeps me awake. Thought that the title is fitting for how people are trying to kill me, for how wrestling almost kills people but we still keep pushing we do not stop. I’ve been in the gym when I’m awake…
She has a distant look on her face as she stands in silence for a moment then back to Majandra.
Bobbinette: I a. going to be flying out to Shoot Project then directly to Arizona right after. Oh… and you are messaging Lexi Gold. Good job networking. I’m proud of you.
She pats her on the back softly.
Majandra: So I’m not in trouble?
Majandra looks nervously at her mother. Bobbinette smiles, shaking her head.
Bobbinette: No, but after I get home from DOA we may have a person for you to train with…
The young woman’s eyes light up.
Bobbinette: But for right now Grab the camera to meet me in my Gym… got to get some stuff off my head.
Majandra rushes as Bobbinette heads towards her home gym and starts stretching a little. Moments later Majandra comes in and sets up the camera as Bobbinette gets into focus.
Bobbinette: I love how Harrison stooped to the level of fat phobia jokes the week before last Chaos. He thought that my weight was a great punchline because for some reason he’s got an issue with it. Yes I’m plus size, yes I’m curvy.
She walks over to the mirror looking at herself doing a full 360 turn. She smiles at what she sees then back at the camera.
Bobbinette: If you have a problem with my weight, that is your problem with my weight. But the fact that that is where you decided to go to of all places shows how really worthless a person you really are Steve.
She says in a matter of fact tone.
Bobbinette: The fact that you don’t understand any of what I do or why I do it shows that you’re even more empty headed than the rest of your highwaymen friends. You’re damn right I don’t care that I lost to you on Chaos. I was in an accident you idiot! Someone attempted to kill me! No I didn’t give a damn about you when there are far more serious forces at work. But you’re getting cocky. After the match threatening to take out Conor and I? Really? Conor, two time former world champion and you’re going to act like that’s a walk in the park? Miss me with your bullshit. Steve I think it’s safe to say you’re the worst out of them and then his partner.
Majandra from behind the camera: Bergman!
Bobbinette glares at her.
Bobbinette: Camera crew doesn’t talk!
Bobbinette warns before her eyes go back to the camera.
Bobbinette: Joe are you with the highwaymen to make Steve more tolerable? Because it’s sure not to co-sign with a dumb shit that he spews. You’ve got to be smarter than that. A former world champion, you are HOW history. You’re better than the childish antics Harrison pulled. You know you are. You deserve more recognition than most of us are willing to give you. But I do acknowledge it, your name is part of HOW history books and you are being counted out because of who your team with. Yes, Steve beat me twice. But The fact that he felt the need so poignantly to go after the weight; of all things! No one else is that pathetic enough to do so.
Majandra from behind the camera: Doesn’t JPD do that all the time?
Bobbinette: He’s a fuck boy who is emotionally inept. So of course he’s going to talk about me. He’s a disgusting human being who has no respect for females though names three people and that’s supposed to change how everyone views him. Now we see he is completely toxic and trash. Unfortunately Stronk thinks that JPD’s trying to help him.
Bobbinette’s arms wrap around herself.
Bobbinette: Mr. Godson…
She trails off.
Majandra from behind the camera: He’s hanging out with Whores ma…
She reminds her mother who again shoots a warning glare at her daughter.
Bobbinette: Further proof of what type of trash JPD is. Trying to distract him, but he was watching my match. It wasn’t because he was studying me. If I can find a way to just talk to him… I don’t want to be in a match against him. It’s not out of fear or anything ridiculous like that. it’s because that pure heart doesn’t realize that he’s in a bad position. And I want to help him. I actually want to save him… one day he may take my hand and that offer.
She says with a light smile looking off to the side in a day dream daze. Majandra clears her throat.
Bobbinette: JPD is the toxic douche in my way. Him and his chick and all the bullshit he spews… JPD does what’s best for him he always has. He’s a manipulative snake, which someone like him will take that as a compliment coming from me. Because you can insult someone who’s proud of the corruption that they spread.
She shakes her head in disgust.
Bobbinette: Harrison and JPD Yes talk about my weight! You two mean girls from high school. Congratulations, both of you are no better than High School bitches. You spew your disgusting body dysmorphic views and forget that there are girls who watch this product, you forget that there are girls in your family friends relatives who hear the trash you talk about me and cause the images that they view themselves as. All because you want to insult me and that’s the best you can come up with. Be more original seriously.
She rolls her eyes.
Bobbinette: And we get to be in a saloon…. A bar fight…it can never be a simple wrestling match can it? No, that’s too much to ask for. Instead, let’s do some ridiculous match to give others an advantage of winning. Because for some of you the only way you can win is not actually having to compete in a legitimate wrestling match. This is more of Scooters style. Because if we’re being realistic, when it comes to wrestling Connor’s phenomenal, and I didn’t become a legend by not knowing how to handle myself in the ring.
Bobbinette motions for her to cut the camera. Majandra moves the camera back and forth, mouthing no.
Bobbinette: What do you mean no?
Majandra from behind the camera: You’re forgetting something…a whole team. They had an amazing win last Chaos…
Bobbinette: For shit sakes… they don’t belong in it. Or they didn’t… till they beat America and Stronk. For that I respect them, or at least what they’re attempting to do. But they can’t honestly think that anyone is going to take them seriously can they? This entire match was supposed to be for Conor and I to humble JPD. Now there’s gold on the line, the end and start of something that’s going to be monumental for the history of wrestling.
Her eyes beam at the promise of what those titles mean, of what this victory means.
Bobbinette: Then these two come at the last minute, sneaking their way in. Quite frankly I am tired of seeing people do something similar last minute. Like half of the Boards war game team. Yes you’re here, congratulations. Stay the hell out of my way. This is for Team Bff to show what past and present can do as a team. We two icons of their time can work as a cohesive unit. This is what a healthy partnership looks like. Take notes boys because the Queen is about to educate you for the last time.
Bobbinette glares with a nod then motions Majandra to cut the feed.