[Playtime]

 ~Reruns on television are just things that most people don’t like.  But as you should all know by now, I’m not most people.  I don’t mind reruns as really it’s a chance to get to see something you liked all over again.  They allow you to retrace your steps, and in the end, I’ve been better because of them.  I don’t make the same mistake twice that way and even though I’ve made scant few in my life, I have made them.  Nobody’s perfect, though I’m not all that far off, because unlike many of you, I’m always ready to learn.~

~And I have learned.  People will always request more opportunities and sometimes they will be given them, even if they have done nothing to earn them except for moaning, pouting, and practically begging like a little puppy dog that wants a bone so very, very badly.  Yet I don’t care.  I just always make sure that they get exactly what they deserve in the end.  Case in point, something that happened when I returned home for the holidays, which is the reason why I’ve been away from Sin City Wrestling for the past two weeks.  I really wanted to return home and make a special appearance in my own stomping grounds.  Of course my dad, he was all for it.  Let’s just say someone got a second chance at winning a fabulous prize package, the most expensive one that our game show would have ever given away.  Key words… would have.  Let’s just say someone didn’t learn from their first time out.  While she did get some payback against me, it’s what happened to her in the end that mattered.  In the end, all she got was a rerun, and well, I’ve already said it.  Wink, wink.  I love reruns, especially when they turn out as they should in the end…~



Friday, December 30, 2016
Orderville, Utah
Game Show Studio

~I’ve arrived after my dad tonight, but still in plenty of time.  As I head for my known assigned changing room, I pass by the contestant tonight and she looks familiar.  She sees me and clearly remembers me as well, just judging on her sneer and the look of fear in her eyes.  Oh I love that second thing.  That fear in her eyes belongs there.  It should never go away when she sees me.  I know her name, Leslie, but to me she’s simply just one of many losers.  I don’t know why she’s back, but she better pray that she doesn’t lose again and have to face me a second time.~

~It’s right now that I’m opening up the door to the room that’s meant for me.  Even I end up surprised as I see quite an array of festive items.  Figures we’d do a holiday show theme, though most of the stuff in the room seems to be related to New Years.  I close and lock the door after surveying the room, knowing I’ll be changing into a provided outfit.  I search amidst everything looking for it but I only find a pink baby diaper that actually looks like it would fit me and a pink bib that’ll latch around the back of my neck, one big enough to cover up the bare necessities.  For the first time since I started employment, am I the one that’s supposed to get humiliated?~

~Shaking the cobwebs out of my head I look around more and see some balloons that are not blown up yet, along with an air pump.  Next to the air pump is a set of instructions that leave my usually small eyes growing wide.  This definitely isn’t going to be a rerun tonight, even though one of the contestants is.  After reading them I strip down out of the street clothing I’m in and head into the potty area that the room has.  There’s a bowl waiting there for me and let’s just say I do have to go.  I was wondering why my dad wanted me to drink a lot a couple of hours ago…~

~I moan a little as it is quite relieving to let it all out.  After it’s all in the bowl I follow the next instruction that I saw and I head back to the air pump.  I use it to blow up the first balloon I see and once it has quite a bit of air in it, I carefully pour some of the bowl’s contents in before I tie up the balloon, sealing it off so it doesn’t leak… um… anything.  I repeat this action until all balloons that are here are filled with a combination of air and um… my sweet, sweet juices.  I smirk as I do hope I at least get to use these, maybe as ammo against a certain loser?~

~I turn the page of instructions over to find out that the diaper and bib are indeed meant for me, the model.  I drop my head some as it’s definitely going to be embarrassing, as my job tonight is to be the special New Years baby.  Quickly I look up at the clock in the room realizing that I should be dressed by now.  I just barely have the diaper up around my legs and don’t even have the tapes opened when I hear a knock at the door, but it’s not the producer Mr. Compton’s knock, it’s my dad’s.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “Polly pumpkin, can we talk?”

Polly:  “Um, I’m not decent dad.”

Mr. Pingotti:  “That’s actually what I want to talk to you about.  If you don’t want me in there, I understand.”

~I don’t reply right away as I find myself breathing just a bit heavier.  I suck it in and get the tapes tightly secured around my waist.  It doesn’t take me but a few seconds to tie the special bib around my neck.  That just hangs there and I can just tell if I make one really bad movement, the audience will get a show that they don’t deserve.~

Polly:  “I’d rather you not right now dad.  I don’t like this.  Not at all.”

Mr. Pingotti:  “I’m sorry pumpkin.  I tried to talk him out of it, but Mr. Compton said he wanted you to do this certain part of tonight’s show.  While I don’t want to see you humiliated, I can’t risk losing my job, as he actually did put it on the line.”

Polly:  “But why dad?”

Mr. Pingotti:  “I’m trying to get the answers myself.  Perhaps it’s ratings and the fact that he knows you bring them in, in spades.  Whatever it is, I’ll make it up to you kitten.  I promise.”

~I’m about to reply to him, but then there’s more from behind the door from him.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “There is a plus side.  Everyone will see how beautiful all of you truly is.  They’ve never gotten to see this.  It’s just one of the many gifts you have to show the world pumpkin.  And besides, I’ll be out there to protect you.”

~I can’t help but smile, a warm one this time and not an evil one.  He definitely knows what to tell his daughter.~

Polly:  “Okay dad.  I trust you.  If the contestant I’m assigned against loses though tonight, you don’t know how done she is!”

Mr. Pingotti:  “Now THAT’S the spirit!  Can I come in now or…?”

~I look to the door but then shake my head no.~

Polly:  “Mmmm, no daddy.  You need to wait just like everybody else.  But please promise me this.  Promise me dad that this won’t leak out onto the internet.  The LAST thing I want to hear about is some 70 or so year old geezer jerking off to me. ”

Mr. Pingotti:  “Now that I’m sure Mr. Compton will hear me out on.  I don’t think his intention is to embarrass you.  I think he just wants to show you off and get the ratings.  I don’t like that he’s using you like this, but if that’s your demand, he does like you, so I’m sure he’ll listen.”

Polly:  “Good.  BUT if I see one guy in this place going to grab for his pecker, let’s just say there might be a LOT of losers tonight!!!”

~I feel back to my normal playful self, despite the apparel I’ve got on, if you can even call it that.  I’m going to make the best of this situation though.  The loser contestant will be the one that will be leaving humiliated, not me.  Besides, I’m not ashamed of my body.  Silly me for even having such negative thoughts!~

~Listening carefully for my dad’s footsteps to get fainter, they finally do.  It’s at this time that I head for the door, but then look back, seeing that I forgot about one thing on the checklist, that being the confetti.  I see that I need to load that into a small cannon.  Once I’m done with doing that task, I leave the room, leaving the door open, knowing full well that the male assistants will have to lug out the equipment and whatnot.  I just wait where I’m assigned to wait, nobody seeing me, not until the time is right.~

~This is feeling like ages though.  If there’s one thing I don’t like it all, it’s waiting.  It’s just… boring.  I’m a young woman of action and I want to get this party started!~

Mr. Pingotti:  “Please welcome back to the show, she’s back for redemption, Leslie!!!”

~This is what I hear from my hiding place, and from this point on I can hear everything my dad says from his hosting stand, and everything that second-time contestant Leslie is saying.  My dad gets into asking her for her New Year’s resolutions before he gets into the game she will be playing tonight, clearly the game that will end with me out there, if she wins or loses judged on what I read on the instructions I saw in my changing room.  I don’t have to wait long as suddenly the spot that I’m standing on moves slowly around.  I see that the spot I’m standing on is attached to a revolving wall, which leaves me now at the end of my trip out on the stage.  Immediately the guys in the crowd are all whistling and cat-calling like crazy, that is after a lot of them have dropped jaws that is.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “Congratulations Leslie, you put together the first small puzzle within the time limit, which has brought into the world the New Year’s baby!”

~Leslie points at me and laughs, probably considering this as payback for what I did to her the first time we met on this same stage.  I hold my ground though and just glare towards her.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “Alright Leslie, it’s time to move on to puzzle number 2.  Proceed over to the table.  You will have 1 minute to put all the puzzle pieces into the correct places.”

~She moves over to the table at the center of the stage as I move my hands to my bib, to make sure nobody’s getting an undeserved show.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “And your time starts now.”

~I watch along with the audience and my dad to see if she’ll be able to finish the second part of her game in time.  From my perspective it’s easier to see the imagery on the big screen that’s behind the audience so I look at that instead of craning my neck.  As the time gets to fifteen seconds she has four pieces remaining and is able to easily get them into the correct slots, the clock stopping at eight seconds.  The winning bell repeatedly goes off and Leslie glances back to me, grinning from ear to ear.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “Congratulations, you’ve successfully completed puzzle number 2 Leslie.  As everyone can see the completed puzzle is of a baby girl, wearing a diaper, a bib, a bonnet, and…”

~My dad pauses as he lowers his head some.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “A pacifier.  As you get closer to taking home our New Year’s prize of $10,000 and that brand new beautiful red 2017 Chevrolet Cruze that has a price tag of around $17,000, you now get to give our New Year’s baby these.”

~My dad holds up a pink baby bonnet and a matching pacifier.  Leslie goes to him and retrieves them.  She skips happily up to me and places the bonnet on my head, tying it around my chin… TIGHT!  Too tight for my tastes, but she tells me to my face to not loosen it.  She’s definitely getting back at me.  I go to tell her off, but this is when she goes to put the pacifier in my mouth.  I clamp my mouth up, which is when I hear my dad’s voice.  It has shame in it as he speaks words that I don’t want to hear.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “She won.  Let her put it in.”

~I have hatred in my eyes, but then I catch a small glimpse of Mr. Compton through a hole to backstage.  Then I look to my dad, knowing his job’s on the line.  Even though my reputation’s on the line, my dad is SOOOO important to me.  I love him, so I take the bullet for him, allowing my mouth to open.  Leslie crams it in and then really laughs as she walks away back to the contestant stand.  I take another look at my dad and he looks like he’s about to cry before he speaks to me again.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “Our New Year’s baby now has to pose just as the baby girl is in the puzzle.”

~His head drops but I gaze out at the big screen and mimic the baby’s pose, sitting down on the part of the stage that’s attached to the revolving wall.  I’m still in viewing range of everyone though.  My dad does his best to continue, even though I can tell he feels really sorry for me and the situation that the producer, our boss, has put me in.~

~As I mimic the pose I can see that all the cameras in the studio are on me, both recording me and taking some still pictures.  My dad turns back to Leslie now.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “Puzzle number 3 is on the video screen at your station Leslie.  This one is a bit tougher as it has yet another New Year’s theme.  You will have three minutes this time to complete the puzzle, starting now.”

~At this point as the clock starts for her round 3, I’m having trouble breathing, and I realize that I’ll have to suck on the pacifier to regain normal breathing.  I do so and those that can see, they’re snickering, mostly females that are in the crowd.  Bitches.  They are really the ones that deserve to be in this situation, not me.  They’re the ones that need to live it, not me.  I look up at the big screen again that’s behind the crowd, but that gets a small admonishment from my dad, the host.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “You need to hold that puzzle pose until you are told to stop, New Year’s baby.”

~I obey my dad’s command but do my best to make sure I can see if she’ll complete this third puzzle in time.  Happily, she’s struggling this time around.  Over half the time has passed and not even half the puzzle is finished.  Then the light bulb seems to pop on in her head though and she puts in a flurry of pieces into the correct places.  Still a few remain as the crowd starts counting down.~

Crowd:  “10!  9!  8!  7!  6!  5!  4!  3!”

Leslie:  “DONE!!!”

~She’s gleeful again as she claps her hands and bounces up and down at the contestant stand.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “Indeed she is ladies and gentlemen.  If Leslie can state in full what the picture in the completed puzzle is, she will proceed to the final round to win both of the MAJOR prizes we have here tonight!  And our New Year’s baby will once again be in trouble.”

~Leslie rubs her hands together, seemingly knowing exactly what the picture is of.  It’s SOOO blatantly obvious though, even Amy Marshall could get this one right.  I go to drop my head, but remember that I’m still on puzzle number 2 pose time.~

Leslie:  “It’s a cannon shooting out fireworks!  Final answer!”

~No shit.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “That is correct.  Now, we won’t be shooting off fireworks here tonight.  However, gentlemen, wheel it out.”

~And out comes the cannon that I filled with confetti backstage before the show.  God I hope it doesn’t come back to bite me…  I mean it could definitely bite more than my competition in Sin City Wrestling, that’s for sure.  As I think this, it’s then that I hear Leslie’s loud mouth.~

Leslie:  “Do I get to shoot at her?”

~She points to me and my dad responds as a host should to any contestant questions.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “Yes, but NOT directly at her.  You have to aim the cannon up so the confetti rains down.”

Leslie:  “Being I got the third puzzle done in time, is there anything else I get to do, as the WINNER?”

~That was definitely thrown in my face and I know it.  I’m seething and really want to break out of this “puzzle pose” and just tackle her to the ground.  It’s what she totally deserves at this moment in time.~

~My dad again is unsure of himself, but then is clearly whispered something into his ear via his headset, most likely by Mr. Compton through means of his own headset backstage.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “Yes.  You get to choose where the New Year’s baby is placed on the stage and what she will need to do as you shoot off the confetti and ring in the New Year with your latest victory.”

~She doesn’t even take but seconds to think about it.  I begin to seethe the most I’ve ever seethed as I hear her out.~

Leslie:  “I want the New Year’s baby center stage to start, on her hands and knees like a baby, turned sideways to the audience and looking straight up at me and the cannon.  And…”

~This is Leslie’s turn to make a dramatic pause.  She then unloads the rest of her wishes, which unfortunately I’ll have to follow verbatim, thanks to the producer I work for.  Tonight is really making me want to kick much more ass in 2017 and keep hold of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Championship FOREVER!  At least I’ll be making changes that matter and aren’t for just my own enjoyment.  My thought is interrupted with her unloading.~

Leslie:  “And I want her to crawl to her mommy, that being me!”

~Pretty much all of the females in the room laugh, along with some of the males.  But other males are booing Leslie.  RIGHTFULLY SO!  But Leslie now is using her left index finger, urging me to come to the center of the stage.  I do so, now just wanting to get it over with.~

Leslie:  “Good.  Now down baby and get ready to crawl to mommy.”

~Sighing I get down on my hands and knees and don’t look out at the crowd.  I only look straight forward to where the cannon is, keeping my eyes on my goal.  That’s something I’ll always do, no matter what situation I’m in.  I did it inside Hell In A Cell, so I can sure as HELL do it on this stage tonight, and sure as HELL do it against yet another Bombshell Grand Slam Winner in Mercedes Vargas.  She may think she’s mean, but when I want to be, I am downright ROTTEN TO THE CORE!~

~I go to start crawling but Leslie calls out for me to hold until a countdown from 10 is done.  The crowd counts down with Leslie and when Leslie is done she shouts out…~

Leslie:  “HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!!!”

~She then blasts the cannon and confetti goes straight up into the air and begins to come down just as she says I can start crawling.  I crawl towards where she is as she blasts the cannon a second time.  I keep my head down so no confetti can get in my eyes.  As I look down though I can see that the bib I have on around my neck is just hanging straight down, leaving some room for the crowd to definitely see something that they shouldn’t see.  I cover up with my left arm and finish my crawl to the cannon where Leslie waits for me.~

Leslie:  “Oooh, you’ve been a bad baby girl.  Mr. Pingotti, she’s been covering up.  I think she needs to do it again, properly.”

Mr. Pingotti:  “Nope.  That’s not a part of you winning the third puzzle.  The New Year’s baby may go take her place back on the pedestal.”

~I heave a huge sigh of relief as I stand up straight, with no one getting any further possible angle of what’s behind the bib.  This diaper though is starting to get to me.  God I hope I don’t pee!  Please hurry up with finishing this game dad!~

~He looks over at me and does rush it along now, heading for the fourth and final part of the game.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “For the final round, what’s New Year’s Eve without balloons, am I right everyone?”

~Everyone in the crowd claps and cheers as I turn and realize the balloons I “prepared” earlier are now being brought out in a cardboard box.  They aren’t blown up ridiculously big, but they aren’t as small as water balloons earlier.  I’m hoping at least THOSE don’t come back to get me, unlike how the confetti and cannon already have.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “Alright Leslie, to win the cash prize and that brand new car over there you are going to have one chance and one chance only to guess how many balloons are in the box.  If your guess is within 10 balloons of the correct answer, you will get to throw 10 balloons from the box at the New Year’s baby.  Once all 10 are thrown at her, the cash and car are all yours.  However if your guess is more than 10 away, you lose everything and our New Year’s baby gets to throw 10 balloons at YOU!  The loser will stand on the pedestal that the New Year’s baby is standing on right now.  Any questions Leslie?”

Leslie:  “Nope!”

~Leslie looks over at the cardboard box and examines the size of it, undoubtedly doing her best to estimate the number of balloons I’ve blown up.  I lost count so I don’t know the answer.  All I do know is that my sweet spot lost a LOT of liquid earlier that it was holding.  The box was nearly full when I was done and-~

Leslie:  “50!  Final answer!”

Mr. Pingotti:  “Okay.  Our assistants tabulated the balloons just before the show came on air tonight.  Please reveal the total number of balloons in the box!”

~I look to the big screen behind the audience, still having to suck on the pacifier for some fresh air.  It takes a while for the number to reveal itself.  We then see…~

39

~The incorrect buzzer goes off and this is the best I’ve felt ALL NIGHT so far!  Yes!  She’s about to get what she has coming to her!~

Mr. Pingotti:  “OH NO!  By one balloon!  Just ONE balloon Leslie!  Unfortunately you’ve lost it all.  The car, the money, and now our New Year’s baby gets to throw 10 at you!”

Leslie:  “Oh hell no!”

~I spit the pacifier out of my mouth and respond at the top of my lungs!~

Polly:  “OH HELL YES!!!  You pissed this baby off!”

~I stomp right over to the contestant stand and yank away at Leslie’s left arm, forcibly bringing her back to the pedestal I’ve been mostly forced to stand on.  I don’t even care if the audience can see my whole back.  She stands there now, but as I go to get the balloons she goes to run.  This is when my dad steps in and holds her back, telling her my favorite two words.  I’m the one grinning from ear to ear, proud of my dad for saying it.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “You lost.  Stay still.”

~I have the ammo in my hand now and with the first balloon I aim straight and true.  It bursts right on her face, releasing my sweet juices all over her face.  It’s an awesome sight and after reacting, she knows what’s on her face.  She glares at me, but I shrug my shoulders, then repeating my action the nine more times I’m allowed.  At the end of it all, my dad calls for the commercial break and then looks at me proudly.  Loser Leslie is then released.  As for me, being the cameras are off, I go to my dad and hug him, tighter than I ever have before.~

Polly:  “I love you dad.  I’ll do anything for you.   You know that, right?”

Mr. Pingotti:  “I love you too, but I feel like crap though for this tonight pumpkin.  I’m so sorry.”

Polly:  “Don’t worry about it.  At least I’m cute, right?”

Mr. Pingotti:  “Yeah.  It’s like I said though.  I’ll make it up to you.”

~I nod before I skip off to the back to change back into my street clothes, skipping now like how Leslie was when she was approaching me on the stage, having her fun.  In the end though, it didn’t work out well for her at all.  No cash.  No car.  Just cum in her eyes.  And once I return back to Sin City Wrestling in the New Year, it’s that last thing that all the bombshells that face me will get.  If they want to win and avoid it, they’ll have to earn it by doing everything correctly.  If they get even one thing wrong, none of them will stand a chance when it truly matters.  It will just be a happy rerun for me, with bombshell after bombshell having to remember my two famous words.  YOU LOST.~



Friday, January 6, 2017
Laughlin, Nevada
Tropicana Ballroom

~Let’s just say I left my dancing shoes at home.  That’s usually what this ballroom is used for, for ballroom dancing and weddings.  I’ve actually been here once before for a wedding a few years ago.  It’s a beautiful place.  But for wrestling?  It’ll be interesting to say the least.  I just feel bad for our viewers that they are going to have to see a replay of a certain someone once again failing to cash in on a title shot against me.  I’m not saying that Mercedes Vargas doesn’t deserve it.  I’m only saying that she’s going to squander the opportunity.~

~Everyone knows what happened the last time I competed. I won the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship from Kate Steele and then the aforementioned Mercedes tried to be a Mean Girl and take it all away from me.  Now I know I wasn’t the intended target and that Mercedes was totally expecting Kate to retain against me, but I made it known that night that I’m more than capable of keeping my stamina going.  Mercedes’s attempt to steal away the Bombshell Internet Championship that I rightfully won was thwarted, and rightfully so.  She has already said that I used the ropes and cheated, but I never said that I play fair.  I’m of my own mold.  I’m not going to just pander to the hopes and dreams of others.  She saw it once and she’ll see it again.  And soon, Kate Steele will too.~

~For now, it’s all about Mercedes as I find myself slowly walking around such a beautiful room, a room that is soon to see a rerun of what Mercedes Vargas tried to do a little under a month ago.~

~I turn on my iPhone and go to my recording feature, ready to vlog out to the internet and the rest of the world the thoughts of this champion.  I see myself pop up on my iPhone screen, looking good in a short black skirt and a clean white blouse, with my blonde hair down and my green eyes standing out.~

Polly:  “Hey everyone out there.  I know I’ve kinda made myself scarce these last few weeks due to the holidays, but your brand new SCW Bombshell Internet Champion is here.  While I’ve been away I’ve actually been working quite hard.  Yes that’s right, I was working hard while doing my best to enjoy the holidays.  Spent some time onstage with my dad, but I also have started attempting to reverse the damage that a lot of you have done to the internet.  I’ve made some calls and some sites are beginning to block material that shouldn’t be seen.  Some had apparently previously done it, but hey, every website url that helps out makes the internet a MUCH safer place, so more work can be done and when it comes time for enjoyment, we don’t have to worry about being hacked or getting our e-mail accounts hi-jacked.  With that being said, I’m going to make sure that Kate.net does not return to be as in her url title it already says what all of you need to know.  She only cares about herself.  It almost makes me feel bad for Amy and Jessie.  Well, not really.”

“Anyways, this weekend is not about Kate Steele.  She gets her next shot at me at Inception II, apparently if I still do or do not have the title.  Don’t count on that latter option there though everybody.  I’m sure if it comes down to the Mean Girls trying to cheat their way to getting the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship into their ranks, Kate Steele would want to come down and mess up their plans.  I don’t need her to do that or anything, but I just have this inkling that she would do that, just to preserve her chance at not just the Bombshell Internet Championship, but at me too, with the championship on the line so she can get back her beloved website that will undoubtedly just re-pollute the Internet and undo all the damage control that I’ve done.”

~I can’t help but to pout now, as that would just be a travesty.  I sigh, but then straighten up and continue.~

Polly:  “Speaking of damage control though, that brings me to you Mercedes.  It seems to me that you believe that rehashing the Mean Girls was the right answer for you.  But is it?  Only Veronica’s been successful since the re-launch.  You yourself haven’t really proven a point yet, except that you hate Kate Steele and the Metal & Punk Connection.  If you haven’t noticed, there’s no love lost between me and them either.  I don’t need to be in a clan though to take them down and out.  I already showed that against all three of them.  So much for me being a basic, right?  I defeated all three of them, one of them inside Hell In A Cell.  I’m already a proven commodity, yet a lot of people believe that I need to prove myself all over again to you right here in this very ballroom, just because you’re a Grand Slam Champion and  one of the best women to grace the halls of Sin City Wrestling.”

“I’ve watched this episode before Mercedes.  We all have.  Amy Marshall thought she was all that because she was a Grand Slam Champion and has gotten to Hall of Fame status.  There are two key words in that last sentence… “was” and “gotten”.  Both refer to the past.  While it’s great that you’ve been a champion so many times and have won so many awards, that is stuff that’s already happened.  What’s more important is the present and the future, which is what have you done lately and what will you do as we move forward.  My intentions?  I believe I have made them incredibly clear.  I’m on a mission to improve not just the internet, and not just myself, but instead to improve our entire world.  Many may think I’m some bad little Barbie doll, but that’s not even scratching the surface.”

“There’s a reason why I’m standing here right now as the Bombshell Internet Champion, Mercedes.  I fought hard and I earned it.  I didn’t try to main my way to it.  That’s an Amy Marshall trait.  That’s a Mean Girl trait.  That’s a trait of women that are looking to take shortcuts.  I may be an evil young woman that loves humiliating and embarrassing those that deserve it, but I don’t need to take shortcuts to be successful.  This is why I’m glad I’m defending the Bombshell Internet Championship against you this weekend.  This time around I won’t have to use the ropes as I’m ready for you.  You don’t have any old antiquated title shot in your arsenal anymore that I wasn’t expecting.  It’s just going to be me and you face to face.  If the other Mean Girls want to come out for a closer look, I invite them to do so, as at least it won’t be boring.  Their presence in the end though won’t change the outcome any.  I love reruns, and Mercedes, this is one that I’m going to love watching again and again and again.”

~I smile for a few more moments, before I turn it completely upside down into a frown.~

Polly:  “And trust me that’s what WILL happen.  The moment that bell rings any smile or grin I might have on my face will wash away.  You’re going to see quite quickly that I’m not basic.  I have way more substance in you and don’t need help from anyone.  If anyone in that ring between the two of us this Sunday is basic, that’s you Mercedes.  It’s very basic to just join up into a group just because you’re not having the success that you’re used to having.  If you think numbers are going to get the job done against me, you could never be more wrong.  I already had to deal with the numbers when I was fighting for the Bombshell Internet Championship that is now in my possession.  I beat both you and Kate on the same night, back to back.  I know that you know all of this, but it needs to be firmly implanted inside your head and anybody else’s head that doubts me still.  I’m capable of doing that and SO MUCH MORE!  I will ALWAYS put everything into everything I do, which honestly, that makes me more of a Mean Girl than you could ever be!”

“Seriously, I ask this.  What’s happened to you Mercedes?  You haven’t held a championship at all for seven months now.  With all the accolades you’ve had in the past, ooh there’s that word again, one would think that you’d still be successful now.  I know like hell you don’t want to go the way of Amy Marshall.  You’ve already seen what’s happened to her.  She’s continued to freefall down the ranks.  I have since taken her place and am on the rise.  Many seem to think you’re the one I next need to defeat to cement myself as a champion.  Since that’s what they want, that’s what they’re going to get.  But a lot are soon going to realize that they’re not going to want that at all!”

~I can see my eyes clearly.  They tell the story.  It’s called determination.  I know that’s not a Mean Girl trait, and I know that’s definitely not a Best Hair Friends or Metal & Punk Connection trait.  It’s called MY TRAIT.~

Polly:  “Maybe, just maybe, people may want to stop saying that I need to be the one to prove myself.  It should really be that my opponents need to prove that they have what it takes to face and defeat a Bombshell Internet Champion like myself that actually cares and doesn’t just rest on her past accomplishments!  Because I’m not looking to do that.  I’m looking to rewrite history and keep on going into the future.  So far I’ve gotten all that I’ve worked hard for, and all that I’ve deserved.  That’s going to be a trend that’ll continue for the weeks, the months, and the years to come!”

“As for you Mercedes, you are going to hear me yelling my favorite two words right into your ears.  You will hear YOU LOST in your sleep.  Every… single… NIGHT!  And I’ll move on to defend the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship against Kate Steele, again ending yet another rerun with her hearing the same two words.  Sunday night, let the cameras roll, because once again I’m going to shine bright and there will be no doubt from ANYONE that I’m not just capable of being the SCW Bombshell Internet Champion, but I’m also capable of avoiding the humiliation and embarrassment of defeat whenever I choose to do so!  And that’s truly the bad news for Kate at Inception II and right here in Laughlin for you Mercedes.  It’s right here that no one will be laughing at me and everyone will be laughing at you, being that you will have lost to me for the second time!”

~My eyes, I can feel them narrowing, and see them narrowing as I again glare directly at my iPhone’s screen.  I can’t wait for Sunday night.  While it’s a rerun of sorts, this is a rerun that will end just as the last time out, only this time I won’t need the ropes.  Mercedes Vargas, yet another great FORMER champion, will end up face first in the canvas first, and then she will be rolled over and left flat on her back.  I will retain the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship, and will continue to help improve the Internet, one url at a time.~