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I swear with everything I have been blamed for recently, people don’t have free will or minds of their own. David Noble blamed me for what Conor turned into which was not my doing. Scott Stevens, Clay bird, and everyone else have my name in their mouth when it comes to Scottywood. Then there’s people trying to get in the way of whatever is possible between Mr. Godson and I.
How am I the bad guy in all this? What logical sense does it make that all these men have determined that it is me who is the problem?
Like you have some problem with it then you just go and find the perfect scapegoat to blame. Which apparently I am just epic for that purpose. I don’t get credit where credit is due at all, but I get blamed for everything. How fucking weak do you have to be to blame all your problems on me? This is exactly what toxic masculinity looks like. Instead of looking at themselves, they find the best person to blame for their issues.
Honestly I’m sick of people pushing their shit off on me. Let’s remember the shell of the man Scooter was before I returned? But because I helped motivate him and point him in the right direction, I’m a problem? No, I helped him… well the best I could… I tried… he’s still extra and super hardcore but I helped him
If I am such a horrible person then why is Conor Fuse with me? Why did I help Simon Sparrow? I threw hands on the EPU to help out Simon Sparrow. I am not a hero by any means, but I am proving I’m not just about to let people be douchebags. That’s what most of The Board is. Most of, not all of…. But 97% of them are trash. And I am okay with knocking JPD the hell out. I am on board with that. Yes that pun was intended…. But Stronk… we will worry about the tag match later. We were fine with just team BFF versus The Board but no… nope, not the Highwaymen. Like a bad penny, there is Steve Harrison.
Come the fuck on! Why is he always around?! Like he should go do his own thing. Apparently he’s winning matches yay. He cost me War Games… which if I would have been part of at all, then our team would have won. The only satisfaction I had was seeing Stronk level him. So me buying Stronk half a Cow is Harrison’s fault. I’ve all but forgotten his existence and the dashing of my dreams until that announcement was made.
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In Dallas, Texas we see the pink Limo with license plate EPIC 1. The driver emerges and lets a dressed to the 97s Bobbinette Carey out of the limo. Her hair is done with a blow out, but she’s got eyelashes and make-up on far more than what we are used to. She’s got on a black V-neck gown with a high slit on the right side showing black red bottom heels. Her friends Michelle and Leah get out of the limo also wearing evening gowns. Leah is in a blue high low dress with a sweetheart neckline, while the tallest of the group Michelle is in a red bodycon short sleeve dress. The three women look flawless. They head into
“Fearing’s Restaurant.” The trio are quickly seated with no wait. Sitting across from each other Bobbinette breathes a sigh of relief as they sit down. The slender framed tall brunettes look over at Bobbinette with concern.
Leah: We have been friends for like five years now?
Bobbinette nods her head.
Leah: This is the first time you’ve had us on your private jet and flown us out anywhere…
Leah says in a matter of fact tone.
Bobbinette: I missed you guys. I also ordered ahead ladies. We are going to sample some of the best stuff on the menu.
Bobbinette says as a bottle of champagne is brought to the table.
Michelle: We missed you too. But… Leah is right, what’s up?
Bobbinette shakes her head attempting an innocent face but her nostrils flare.
Leah: Ha! She was about to lie to us!
Leah says pointing at the nose. Bobbinette puts her hand over her nose.
Bobbinette: What? I was not. I…
Michelle: You had sex with Stronk.
Leah: No, if Stronk blew her back out she wouldn’t look as tense.
Bobbinette takes a gulp of her champagne shaking her head at her friends.
Bobbinette: The whole blowing someone’s back out… I have a career. I kind of need my back.
Bobbinette says in the literal terms.
Leah: Hear me out, get laid and fix the stick you-
Michelle: Woah…. what she means is….
Bobbinette clearly is tuning them out.
Bobbinette: I’m not the villain, right? Like everyone says I am. I know I’m not but damn sometimes…
Bobbinette’s eyes water a little as she looks down. Her face looks genuinely sad as Leah looks at her as her face sinks.
Leah: Honey… are you seriously listening to what these morons say?
Bobbinette shakes her head, pouring herself another glass of champagne quickly.
Michelle: They really got to you… Bobbie…
They both each move to either side of her and reach in for a group hug. Bobbie uncomfortably pats both their hands appreciating their compassion.
Bobbinette: I’m just tired of everybody saying I’m the bad guy, maybe they’re right.
Leah: Wait a minute, you’ve never questioned who you are and now you’re letting these toxic douchebros determine who you think you are? Oh hell no.
Bobbinette: It’s not even that. It’s that someone can influence somebody like Stronk to think less of me because they are manipulative assholes. Stronk, He’s so innocent…
Michelle: Oh my God, you’re not cinnamon rolling him, are you?
Bobbinette: No, absolutely not cinnamon rolling! No, not him, no. Even though they are so pure and innocent and too good for this world… I’m not saying he’s that at all. He is pretty innocent and I would totally hug him and cuddle him.
Leah raises an eyebrow curiously.
Leah: Wait, are you actually having a crush on someone? Someone in wrestling?
Bobbinette scoffs.
Bobbinette: No! I didn’t say I had a crush! Not even saying that, I’m just saying adorable innocence and that’s it, let’s keep it moving.
Bobbinette downs another glass of champagne. Her friends are slowly sipping their first glass.
Leah: You know you’re slamming the champagne down a little too quickly…
Michelle: I’d blame Scooter for that.
Bobbinette rolls her eyes.
Bobbinette: The bigger issue is how everyone insists that I am a villain and it’s kind of bothering me. I mean, really, when the real villain is totally somebody like Steve.
She sneers as the waiter brings a sampler of Griddled Jumbo Lump Crab Cakes with Chipotle Cream, BBQ Short Rib Enchilada with Chorizo Queso Fundido and Lobster Tacos with Avocado Relish. The three look over at it as another plate with Barbequed Gulf Oysters on Jumbo Lump Crab, Applewood Smoked Bacon, and Cream Spinach arrives.
Michelle: Wait, which Steve? There’s a lot of Steve’s and Scotts there.
Michelle says in a matter of fact tone. Michelle picks up an oyster and downs it quickly.
Bobbinette: The bland idiot that cost me a chance of actually being part of the War Games team.
Bobbinette picks at the lobster taco and puts it on her plate.
Leah: Yeah he’s pretty boring but he’s a good wrestler.
Bobbinette slaps her hand down on the table causing them to jump.
Bobbinette: Jesus Christ! I know this already! I learned that at War Games. If anything he is somebody who should be considered a villain, not me! He cost me the dream of winning War Games a second time.
Bobbinette pauses taking a quick sip of her drink to wash down her lobster Taco.
Bobbinette: I deserve happiness and it seems that Harrison is just in the way of all of that. I’m glad that those OCW guys came and leveled The Highwaymen. Because that means it makes them weaker for Dead or Alive, which means I may be able to hold tag team gold with Conor.
Michelle picks at the sampler while looking at Bobbinette.
Michelle: What is up with him? he is not saying anything…
Leah: Yeah… wasn’t he like super chatty before?
Bobbinette: I’m not entirely judging, after what he went through at War Games; would you really want to say anything? The guy is a hyper kid and I feel like he’s broken. So, until he’s ready to find his voice, I guess it’s going to be Bob and silent Conor?
Bobbinette jokes. Bobbinette tries an oyster while her friends seem to be looking over their options.
Michelle: Kevin Smith has the right to sue you for that…
Bobbinette rolls her eyes.
Bobbinette: Oh, come on.
She groans. The three help themselves to the appetizers around them.
Leah: No, it feels like a trademark infringement right there.
She co-signs with the other mom squad member at the table.
Bobbinette: But, he’s silent and I’m Bob.
She explains.
Leah: No, you’re Carey to Scooter, and everyone else in wrestling.
Bobbinette scoffs, shaking her head.
Bobbinette: No, I’m Bobbie. You know Simon Sparrow–
Michelle cuts her off.
Michelle: That’s right, you helped him…
Bobbinette: Yeah, I know what I did… I did it because it obviously wasn’t fair.
Leah: That right there! That is how you know you’re not a villain! You help someone you don’t even like. I mean you and Simon Sparrow have never been friends or even on an okay level.
Michelle: And you helped him and now you’re questioning if you’re the bad guy? What type of gaslighting garbage does this company do? You know who the hell you are!
Bobbinette: I mean you’re not wrong… and I hate Steve Harrison for what he cost me. This is a chance to get redemption for myself. I’ve done so much stuff for other people, I have put myself on the back burner for how long? This is for me, no title, nothing to gain aside from the satisfaction of beating him for costing me a War Games win.
She says as she downs the glass of champagne before their main course made it to the table. The three friends start eating their food marveling at how beautiful the display looks.
Leah: So, why are you pissed at him? He is a good wrestler, and got the better of you. Isn’t that something that happens?
Bobbinette: I already said he cost me the dream of winning a second War Games match.
Michelle: If anything, I would have thought Scooter cost you your dreams with the tag match…
Bobbinette: The Miracle Whip man, well, I prefer Hellman’s mayonnaise and very little of that as it is.
Leah: That’s racist!
Bobbinette: It is not! I’m half white! I am so tired of defending that it isn’t racist if you are of that race!
She says as she stabs her scallops with a fork and chews it quickly, her hand over her mouth as she talks.
Bobbinette: I’m sure Harrison’s going to have an opinion on the fact he beat me. Miracle Man… not like I care. I’m just tired of people thinking that it’s okay to run their mouth, and that they’re not going to get punched in the face. Yes, congratulations Harrison’s on a tear. He’s looking damn good in the standings to be Wrestler of the Year.
She rolls her eyes.
Bobbinette: I am sorry, that is like an attendance record award. Congrats you worked a lot… please it’s not something I care about that little circle jerk reward.
Michelle: You sure? Maybe you care a little?
Bobbinette makes a face wrinkling her nose with a disgusted look on her face. She takes another long sip of champagne.
Bobbinette: No! Fine, he’s a good wrestler, he’s also not dumb enough to run his mouth as blatantly as some of these idiots have. Because he knows that even if he manages to squeak out a second win this week; it’s not the last time we’re going to be in the ring together. So, if he pops off at the mouth? Then he will get popped in the mouth.
Michelle sighs looking at Leah.
Leah: Uh oh, she’s been drinking a lot… her black side is coming out…
Michelle: Yeah, she’s definitely sounding a lot more “Hood” today.
Bobbinette rolls her eyes and takes another glass of champagne.
Leah: Yeah, I blame Scooter for the fact that she’s got such a high alcohol tolerance at this point.
Bobbinette: I didn’t eat first today. Maybe I should have…
She says taking another scallop and eating it while avoiding eye contact.
Bobbinette: And keep the white women microaggression. I have told you both before when you say stuff like that it’s white feminism.
The two of her friends are silent and look down at their food. The vibe is awkward at this point with uncomfortable silence. Bobbinette wrinkles her face as she continues to eat her food.
Bobbinette: That is the thing, people don’t realize how easily they slip into crap like that. You guys, I love you both to death but we forget how easy it is to say something that can really offend people.
Bobbinette says, pouring herself more champagne but the bottle is empty. The waiter brings another bottle of champagne and refills her glass immediately.
Bobbinette: Thank you.
She says smiling at him. Her eyes look over at her friends who are clearly not comfortable.
Bobbinette: This weather is going to sweat my hair out. I swear I may go to church cause if hell is hotter than this? I’ll repent for everything.
She says jokingly. They smirk.
Leah: You or the church might just burst into flames… and this is why we live in Ohio, cause this heat is inhumane.
Leah says in a matter of fact tone.
Bobbinette: This is The Highwaymen’s fault… their cowboy brand of trash and now we are down south. Another thing to be pissed off about, I swear I have to have a mental checklist of stuff to blame on Harrison and his cronies…
They nod and eat.
Bobbinette: If I had his number? I’d tell him to quit sticking his nose into everything and ruining my plans.
Her words are starting to sound slurred.
Bobbinette: He’s got health issues. Which would be wrong of me to use, but in the same token he should take time off and heal before he gets into my business. I’m happy that the OCW guys attacked him and his buddies.
Michelle wrinkles her nose.
Michelle: Didn’t you work there once?
Bobbinette squints and shrugs.
Bobbinette: I mean I worked a lot of places… I’ve been wrestling since I was 16… but HOW is home.
Bobbinette says, taking another sip of her drink. Bobbinette’s face and demeanor change.
Bobbinette: I’m super tired guys… I think I’m going to get an Uber and head back to the hotel… you guys take the limo and see the sights.
Bobbinette picks up the phone and opens her app. The rest of the mom squad looks tired
Michelle: The champagne hit you quick.
Bobbinette slowly nods her head.
Bobbinette: Yeah… I spent the day working out so… I didn’t eat… and then alcohol without a quick food follow up…
Michelle: You know you have to take care of yourself…
She says, sounding concerned. Bobbinette nods, sighing.
Bobbinette: I know…I know… I just…I wanted to get a good workout in and got lost in my thoughts…
Bobbinette gets up, dropping a few hundred dollar bills on the table.
Bobbinette: My Uber will be here in 2 minutes. You guys have fun.
She walks out of the restaurant. Her brain feels fuzzy as a car pulls up. She opens the door and gets in the back of the vehicle. She buckles her seatbelt and leans back. Closing her eyes she relaxes as she rolls down her window, enjoying the silence. So much so that she drifts off to sleep before reaching her desired destination. Her slumber is disturbed as she hears a loud splash and the car seems to have hit something. Her eyes dart open as she sees the driver isn’t in the car. The car is sinking. After a few seconds of shock she unbuckles her seatbelt and tries to open the door. The force of the water won’t let her open the door. She notices the car filling with water quickly climbs out the open window and swims towards land as the car disappears into the water. Her make up is running down her face as her heart is racing. Tears are streaming as she gets to land. Her hand is on her heart as she looks panicked.
Bobbinette: What the fuck just happened?!
She asks herself as she definitely sobered up a bit now. She reaches into her pocket and retrieves her phone only to find that it’s not working. Bobbinette raises her head towards the sky and lets out a frustrated scream as the scene fades.