April is mental health awareness! Guess what?‘ Im getting pretty sick of educating you on stuff you should already know. So instead I’m going to talk about what mental illness you represent and let’s dive into those traumas and try to unpack those. I’m going to focus on my opponents to try to help them with their issues. Now I am not a doctor but I’ve been studying the DSM way too much to let some of these things go unnoticed. I am not a doctor but I can see a lot of these issues plain as day. So I will be analyzing my opponents during this month. I am going to help them see their issues to help them become better people and deal with their unresolved trauma’s.
Lee Best is back. I feel my PTSD issues return just with the mention of his name. His name makes more than half of us have daddy issues we didn’t know we had. Because he is the GOD of HOW. For some reason the feeling of disappointing this person floods my subconscious. Like I hate the Best Alliance, and Lee Best is a total sleaze, yet the feeling of letting this man down is in the back of my head and I can’t shake it.
Lee Best is everything I have talked about being issues with Toxic masculinity. He came back from the brink of death because Satan is too afraid he would take over and God isn’t about to sort that shit out… so Lee Best returns and undoes all the progress HOW has made with the woke era I’m trying to usher. Of course the wrath is felt from him because I was his brother’s second round pick… so of course I’m not even on the main War Games team. Replaced by a former Best Alliance member and my best friend, Scottywood. I’m trying not to sound bitter… I’m attempting to be happy for him. But his words “if I’m in War Games you’re in War Games.” But that isn’t happening is it? Then the other side of my brain knows that Lee Best doesn’t like friendships like mine and his so of course this could have been done to plant seeds of doubt in my brain. Though after what I cost Scooter… taking away his chance and him taking away my dream… I guess War Games 2023? But at least a chance to be on the card is better than sitting side lined for the whole thing. Maybe Scottywood would take one for the team and give me his War Games spot? I mean it doesn’t hurt to ask right? When you have a friendship for as long as we have, right?
As if all of that isn’t bad enough then the only other female in HOW is shoved into Conor’s team, the place I wanted to be in the first damn place! There isn’t a female on the Best team though two females were drafted. But Lee Best does this…. The God of HOW. It’s a way to humble me. I returned and proclaimed I would win War Games…. I can’t win War Games if I’m not in the match. But Scottywood and Lee’s grandson, look at his fuckin hair. Has there ever been a DNA test to confirm he’s a Best?! Where is Maury? We all know the kind of women Mike likes, can we really know he is the father?
You know what? I’m spiraling… this isn’t about me… I will repress mine like I always do. So what do I do? I don’t want to look at my own trauma, so let’s deflect. That is my coping skill and I don’t care if you like it or not. This is about helping David Noble see his issues and possibly get the right type of help for it.
This is about ME… helping David whomever…
This week David Noble… the whole lot of his issues… let’s start with the hero complex, the savior syndrome. In his eyes he is the huge savior, as most men who are father’s view themselves. But often people with the savior complex, or white knight syndrome, describe this need to “save” people by fixing their problems.
I can fix your problems David…
But David also suffers from delusions of grandeur. How highly he thinks of himself. Perfect example for how amazing he did during the tag team invitational. Delusions of grandeur, because we all know that Conor carried him. He only got that far because of his partner. Conor is the true hero David is the sidekick who somehow convinced himself he’s the good guy in this.
If Scooter is in War Games… so am I… he said it. He said it…
His textbook narcissist. He held up on his contract negotiations when he is a giant nobody. But because he was Conors partner he gets a pass? No, his weird sense of entitlement, showing all the signs of narcissistic tendencies with a possible Oedipus complex. Blatant daddy issues and unresolved trauma that he is repressing. That isn’t healthy and one day will lead to a break down of his fragile mind.
War Games 2022 can still be mine… I can still get into the match…
Of course he likes everyone to see how strong and sharp he is, but I see through his bravado for what it really is, impostor syndrome except the truth is he really doesn’t belong so he really is just an imposter.
The Queen of Epicness… The Queen of Epicness…. The Queen of EPICNESS!
But then again I’m not a doctor…
I’m THE QUEEN OF EPICNESS!!!!
The steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art are famous in movie history, they are better know as the Rocky steps. At the top of those 72 stone steps we see the Queen of Epicness, Bobbinette Carey. She’s standing in the sun with a smile on her face as the wind blows, lightly kicking up her pink and black maxi dress with capped sleeves. Her hair blows freely in the wind as she looks at the people doing the rocky pose and the run up the steps. She rolls her eyes with annoyance. Yes she walked up the steps but with grace, not like some everyman schlub.
Bobbinette: I hate this city. I hate this state. I hate Pittsburgh more… but I hate what these steps mean and that stupid statue….
A sneer spreads across her face as a look of disdain is apparent as she looks at the Rocky statue in the distance.
Bobbinette: It’s an eyesore that gives people false hopes. It lets nobodies think they can do anything. It allows people to think underdogs win and that anyone could be Rocky. I should be grateful… Rocky two is why I exist. I’ll take “Things our parents tell us that we need counseling for later in life” for a thousand Alex.
She sighs lightly, trying her best to get those thoughts out of her mind before she continues.
Bobbinette: To a certain extent they are right… they could get punched in their faces and fight someone like Apollo Creed. Mmm Creed, Michael B. Jordan.
She smiles largely as she looks up to the sky thinking about Michael B. Jordan. Thank god for that man… she clears her throat bringing it back to focus as she continues her walk down the steps.
Bobbinette: Rocky an underdog who didn’t belong. A man who took what he wanted and didn’t give up on his dreams. The problem is he’s an everyMAN. And it inspires idiots to dream about being on the level of greatness they can never realistically achieve. But I know people looked at me like an underdog, why can’t I relate to Rocky?
She takes a few more steps looking at the statue in the distance and rolls her eyes.
Bobbinette: A white average Joe… a nobody. That’s the thing, how can I not relate to a male who dominates the sport… like all the other white dudes who have done it in the history of boxing. I don’t identify with him for many reasons but the obvious one is because he’s basic.
She says with a matter of fact tone with a light chuckle.
Bobbinette: I knew I would be somebody. There was never any doubt I would be anything but basic. People can call it ego but I knew I wouldn’t just blend in with the crowd and I never have. But David Noble… if there was ever a last name to go to the wrong person… What has he done here?
She pauses and scratches the top of her head.
Bobbinette: Oh he made it far in the tag team tournament. No, he did not, it was Conor who carried him. I don’t get why we should care about David Noble? Why should I give a damn about him? I don’t; in my eyes he’s generic and basic and absolutely of no interest to me at all. Yet the fans appear to care about him. I care that he didn’t want to stick around after March to Glory. And that to me is the difference between a basic splash in the pan and someone like myself.
She gets to the bottom of the steps and flips her hair over her shoulder.
Bobbinette: What have I done since I’ve been back?I have pissed off people and that’s been what I’ve wanted to do. I can do that because I built a legacy for myself already. Because that #97Red has been a big part of my life. I knew when I left last time, the fans knew it too; it was only a matter of time before I returned home.
She starts walking down the streets of Philadelphia with a purpose in mind.
Bobbinette: But David Noble sat on the fence with his contact. David Noble played a game about staying in HOW. That to me shows me you don’t belong here. You’re not what HOW is made of then… you think you deserve a title? You disrespect everyone that came before you. You spit on names who held the title you think you deserve.
Her cheeks start getting red as her tone sounds sharper with each word.
Bobbinette: There’s a reason why I have a Hall of Fame ring… and whether people love me or hate me, they will know who the hell I am years later. But who is going to remember you? You were the tag partner of the man who will become a legend. Conor’s name will be remembered. But you… you were picked by Micheal Oliver Best… but who was picked ahead of you? The legends Sektor, and myself. Your own partner didn’t want you David. But we are now both out of War Games.. You were replaced by a new kid, a Best. I was replaced by my best friend…
She takes a deep breath as she looks down at the ground.
Bobbinette: You replace a legend with another legend. I can’t even be mad about that. But you were replaced by a Best who is cutting their teeth. I know with Lee Best being back I was locked out of War Games main event…. But not shut out of War Games entirely. My way through War Games is through you David Noble. The LSD title which I held once… a title that had respectable legends I stead of someone wasting my damn time.
You think Scooter will trade his War Games spot for a LSD TItle match?
She continues her brisk walk, the sun beaming down as she has a nice stride to her destination point. Stopping in front of the liberty bell, she smirks. The sound of her phone breaks the smirk though as she pulls it from her pocket and sees the name “Scooter.” She hits the ignore button as her face sours.
Bobbinette: I can’t talk to him right now…
She comments to seemingly herself as she stares at the screen, debating her own comment until she sees a voicemail notification pop up on her screen. She quickly taps it and starts to read the text transcript outloud.
Bobbinette: “Carey, we need to talk about this, you can’t just keep ignoring me.” I’m not ignoring I’m taking time to organize my thoughts.
She comments back to the phone.
Bobbinette: “You think I had any idea what Lee was gonna fucking do? I didn’t even know he was still alive, let alone showing up last week and naming me to his War Games team. Can we get a drink somewhere… even if it is in… Philly?” He even knows how much I hate Philly…
She nods with a half smile.
Bobbinette: There is still scheming to do Carey, there is still a way to make this all work.
She wrinkles her nose as she puts her phone into her pocket.
Bobbinette: NO, I can’t talk to him right now….I haven’t heard from Duck in weeks… next generations are coming in and I’m not ready for that yet. Sure, Mike packed it up and became CEO while his son Tyler now enters War Games, but Mike was working here non stop, I had a break. I’m not ready to let my next generation take over.
From behind the camera a familiar voice chimes in.
Majandra: That is obvious! Why am I your camera person? Why are we at the Liberty Bell? This seems like it would be something to insult Christopher America… but you’re facing David Noble this week. It doesn’t entirely make a lot of sense…
Bobbinette sighs loudly.
Bobbinette: Because I am like the Liberty Bell.
There’s a chuckle that escapes from her daughter’s mouth.
Majandra: Cause you’re old? Cause you’re cracked? I do not have the mental gymnastics to figure this all out. Nope, I don’t have the spoons.
Bobbinette snaps her finger at her daughter and points her index finger at her in a threatening manner.
Bobbinette: Yes, it’s old and damaged, but it’s still an icon, a symbol. Who can even remember how it got cracked.
Majandra: Washington’s birthday. 1846…
Bobbinette squints and looks over at her oldest child with annoyance.
Majandra: I was an American history major… sorry I went to college. So you’re old and busted like this bell that they retired… oh is this the way of announcing you’re retiring?
Her voice gets louder and filled with excitement as her eyes beam with hope.
Bobbinette: Ha…. No. This bell represents history, good and bad. It was there through it all, it was important and is still respected. Just the mention of it gives me pride. Like myself, I am still respected. I was there in HOW’s early days. Not the start, but the important parts and I knew when given a contract that this was where I needed to be. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation. David Noble had been himming and hawing… not signing his contract. He doesn’t belong. Conor, my BFF, is the superior of the two. And Noble is the one who will fade into obscurity. If he belonged he would have signed the contract, but he knows that he isn’t HOW material and the sooner he leaves and gives up his ridiculous notion, the better off Conor will be. Noble doesn’t belong, and he is trying to stand in my way? I at least know what the hell I want.
Majandra: Seems to me like you want to waste everyone’s time with nostalgia and hope that’s enough to make….
Majandra says under her breath quickly.
Bobbinette: Camera people don’t talk, young lady. You’re doing this because you have to learn everything. You have to be able to respect all the sides of the business, not just the in ring. You being able to keep up with me means you’re learning how to follow the action. That is for ring awareness.
Majandra: And what did hearing that Grammy Cat and Papa Ron had sex because of a Rocky movie have to do with this lesson?
She asks, sounding emotionally distressed.
Bobbinette: Rocky two, and it’s trauma bonding! Your grandmother said that he reminded her of Apollo Creed. But anyways…You said you were ready to do anything to learn from me. This is where you start.
Majandra sighs loudly.
Majandra: I don’t see everyone else’s kid having to do this! This is child labor. We power walked from the Art Museum to the damn Liberty Bell! This is a forty minute walk!
Bobbinette rolls her eyes.
Bobbinette: No, child labor is having twins vaginally. Which you’re welcome for by the way. Mother’s day was last Sunday by the way…
She nodded to her daughter.
Majandra: Yes thank you for giving birth to me and my brother. I’m sorry it was such an inconvenience that you believe in making me suffer for it.
Bobbinette’s phone rings again.
Bobbinette: It was my choice. My body, my choice.
Bobbinette said with a serious look on her face. Her daughter rolls her eyes.
Majandra: Oh my God! Could you not make it political? Please spare me your fake wokeness. It’s just for people to think you stand for something when you really are just as much of a hypocrite as the founding fathers… and will you just answer Mister Woodson’s call already?!
Now really getting annoyed with her mom. Bobbinette puts her hand on her heart in shock at the words just yelled at her. She regains composure and clears her throat as if she’s shaking it off.
Bobbinette: He and I will talk at Refueled. Look, Scooter’s son is a cameraman and he’s in the hall of fame. So maybe your mother knows what she’s talking about.
Majandra sighs even louder.
Majandra: Don’t you ever compare me to Frankie… this is nothing like that situation. Frankie is never going to eclipse his father’s achievements. Plus he’s not even really Scotty’s son.. He’s only seven years younger than him.
Bobbinette rolls her eyes.
Bobbinette: I don’t know where you get this attitude from…
Majandra: I don’t know, maybe from my mother talking about the next generations and ignoring me like I’m not even an option.
She snaps back.
Bobbinette: I know when you’ll be ready. Now, camera people don’t talk.
She snaps her fingers at her daughter.
Majandra: Was I supposed to be filming this the whole time?
Bobbinette looks blankly at her daughter in shock.
Majandra: You told me to hold it, you didn’t ask if I knew how to use it!
She snips at her mother. Bobbinette crosses her arms tightly in front of her as a glare is obvious.
Bobbinette: You can train with me and come to the show this week, or you can go back to training with your Aunt. Doing shows for five people in an old church for a hotdog and a handshake. I didn’t get to where I am by settling. You’re my child, but I won’t hand you anything. You are a reflection of me… and so far that reflection has a bad attitude and false entitlement.
Bobbinette flips her hair over her shoulder.
Majandra: Like mother like daughter.
In a louder whisper under her breath causing her mother’s head to snap back at her with anger.
Bobbinette: Excuse the hell out of me?
Majandra: You like to make people feel small and insignificant. Like didn’t David Noble pin you?
Bobbinette: I don’t remember. I had other things to focus on like keeping my eye and fixing my friendship. He only matters this week because he is standing in the way of something I want. He needs to quit wasting everyone’s time, he’s taking up oxygen and space for people who actually want to be here. This whole shit or get off the pot thing is getting really old and frankly it’s annoying, almost just annoying as you are being today… maybe you’re not ready for this. Go home I won’t be needing you any more this week.
Majandra looks nervous. Bobbinette’s face is plain and stern at this point.
Majandra: Wait, you said I could go to the arena and watch what goes on at the show. You can’t just…wait…please… look… I’m sorry.
She says loudly as she lets her arm with the camera drop to her side in defeat.
Bobbinette: I don’t need you acting out causing a distraction. I need you to follow instructions. I’m not so sure you can do that from me.
Majandra’s breathing sounds shaky as the girl goes pale.
Majandra: I can! I can! Please just… give me a chance. I’m sorry! I said I was sorry!
Bobbinette: We will see… I will decide before the show if you’re coming with me or not.
Majandra nods her head understanding what was told to her. Bobbinette puts her hand to her head as she feels a headache come on.
Bobbinette: Let’s go back to the hotel. Philadelphia has a weird smell and it’s bothering me…
Majandra nods as she sees a cab pass by them. She goes to raise her arm to hail it, but Bobbinette starts jogging away from it, causing Majandra to sigh, realizing she meant on foot.