[Playtime]

 ~I will say one thing.  I will never leave my heart in San Francisco, much less anywhere else.  Even as I am hopping from place to place, it will always stay intact.  I know from the outside it seems like I don’t have much of one, but mine is probably bigger than most of, if not all of yours.  I do understand the trials and tribulations of life, which is why I am so obsessed with always being steps upon steps ahead of my opponents and enemies.  It is why I would never fit in with The Mean Girls of Sin City Wrestling.  They are not of my breed as they are several steps below it.  They pride themselves on just being mean.  Me?  I am plain out cruel.  And all of you here in Sin City Wrestling, and to our fans as well, you have only seen just the beginning of what I’m capable of.~

~Admit it.  That’s an extremely scary thought.  Just like it’s a scary thought that both Amy Marshall and Jessie Salco have recently been champions.  I have seen the level of talent they have, and well, sadly it is just not very good.  I am only 21 and I have schooled them.  They both learned that I am not one to be messed with.  Yet somehow, some way, Jessie thinks that I will flub again in a match where the Bombshell Internet Championship is not on the line.  I know why she is thinking that, but what she doesn’t see is that Melody Grace got lucky and was able to get out of the way of me finishing her off, by a very thin razor-wire margin.  I would not expect someone with the low amount of metallic brain cells to see my last champion versus champion match for what it truly was, a close contest that Melody got away with.  This time around though…  This time around it is going to be different, because Jessie Salco just doesn’t have what’s necessary to defeat a champion of my status.~

~That however is Sunday.  Tonight is Friday night and I’m going to take my show out on the town.  Let’s see who falls to me tonight, because someone definitely will.  Maybe even more than just one someone.  Not sure yet...~



Friday, March 3, 2017
San Francisco, California
Fisherman’s Wharf

~Hearing the waves of the San Francisco Bay is quite the toxic experience.  Not to mention that there are a lot of people hustling and bustling about.  It isn’t the warmest out, but 55 degrees definitely isn’t bad, considering I’m from Utah.~

~I walk out from my hiding spot now, lugging a sack behind me that has some um, things of my choice in it.  Trust me, I’d love to throw Jessie Salco right in here, along with Amy Marshall, and just tie the sack up tight so they can’t ever get out.  Neither of them deserves to be the SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, much less a champion of any variety.  Both of them are just so… blah.  They’re both bland, and I’m the opposite of that.  Tonight and Sunday night, I’m going to prove that by this time winning in a champion versus champion match.~

~I can’t help but to feel focused.  My whole time here so far I’ve been thinking of all the things I WILL accomplish in that ring this weekend, but now, right now, I see her.  She’s the perfect target.  I can just tell by looking at her.  She looks to be about my age or maybe a year younger, probably a college student from the looks of things.  Her beauty isn’t at my level as she is somewhat heavier-set than I am, but she’s not bad-looking either.  A guy who was down on himself would probably take her.~

~I lug the sack in her direction and even though I’ve never met her before in my life, I’m introducing myself to her, and then offering her an opportunity of sorts.~

Polly:  â€œHi there.  I’m Polly and I’m in a way a tourist.  Say um, I know you probably don’t know me or anything, but um…  Want a chance at winning 50 bucks?”

~I allow my question to hang there, even putting on a hanging look on myself, waiting for her answer.  She seems to be deciding and then it comes.~

College Girl:  â€œUm, yeah?  I guess I could use it.”

Polly:  â€œAlright, let’s play a little game then.  I LOVE games.”

~Those words have scared some people when I’ve mouthed them in the past, and her look is priceless, matching that group of peoples’ expressions.  Oh this is gonna be good!~

~Grinning I bend down some and from my sack I produce a pogo stick.  I hand it to her and she takes it.  It is now that I pull out my cell phone and speak to her, with the record button on.~

Polly:  â€œHey everyone, undoubtedly everybody’s favorite game show model Polly Playtime here, and willing to give up fifty dollars of my own money to my contestant here today, if she is successful in our game first.  So um, to my contestant, what’s your name and where are you from?”

College Girl:  â€œSamantha, from right here in San Francisco.”

~She looks nervous, but did say that in a cool tone.  She does have a right to be nervous though, that’s for sure.  I ask the next question which is the first question I have in mind for our little game.~

Polly:  â€œWell alright then.  We have a hometown girl.  To those of you that will see this when I post it for viewing, happy viewing as at least this will be WAY cleaner than the porn you probably all watch!”

“Anyways, Samantha from San Francisco, as you know, we’re here at Fisherman’s Wharf.”

Samantha:  â€œYeah?”

Polly:  â€œTell me.  In what decade did the Wharf last start to become a tourist attraction for the public?”

Samantha:  â€œHmmm, can I have time to think?  I think I know this one.”

Polly:  â€œBy all means.”

~I give her the floor, but keep my cell phone steady and on her, which is where the focus should be as she is definitely struggling to come up with the answer.  I know what it is because I did my research before coming out here, just like I always do my research on my scheduled opponents.  Unfortunately for Jessie Salco, this Sunday the game is going to end in the way she doesn’t want it to.~

Samantha:  â€œThe 1980’s?”

~My thoughts are disrupted as I hear her say that.  She waits for my reply.  Slowly yet surely I allow my evil smile to spread across my face.  Once it’s all there I shout out my reply to her.~

Polly:  â€œNOPE!  SORRY!  You lost Samantha, and now you’ll have to try to earn the fifty dollars the hard way.”

Samantha:  â€œWhat’s the hard way?”

~I look around and quite quickly I have my mind made up.~

Polly:  â€œTo win the money, you have to get on that pogo stick and pogo from where we are, to the Fisherman’s Wharf sign, and back to me within one minute’s time.  But don’t worry, even if you don’t make it, we’ll do a second question, okay?”

Samantha:  â€œOkay.”

~She gets up onto the pogo stick, steadying herself.  I look around for a clock to see one, but it’s not due to reach the next minute for another 30 seconds, so…~

Polly:  â€œOh, and that’s not all.  You have to pogo… without the top you’ve got on.  You know, give your hometown a show Samantha!”

Samantha:  â€œReally?  I’d rather not.”

Polly:  â€œThen no money.”

~She looks at me for a moment, before giving up in defeat.~

Samantha:  â€œOkay okay, here.”

~She gets off the pogo stick and slips her dark purple top off and flips it in my vicinity.  I allow it to harmless drop to the ground.  She gets back up and immediately I tell her to...~

Polly:  â€œGO!”

~Samantha begins to pogo out towards the Fisherman’s Wharf sign, with those around getting a good show, despite the fact that she is wearing a bra.  I keep filming on my cell, every single moment without fail.  She makes it out to the sign at the halfway mark but has trouble turning back around to me on the pogo stick, which makes her lose some time.  With 10 seconds left she is on her way back to me, but I know she isn’t going to make it in time.  3…2…1…  Yup.~

Polly:  â€œEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!  You lost Samantha!”

~Immediately she disembarks from the pogo stick and just lets it fall to the ground.  I look at her and she sighs, shaking her head.~

Polly:  â€œIt’s okay Samantha.  I give you props.  You tried.  Bring it back to me and we’ll get going to question 2 and your second shot at 50 bucks.”

~She begrudgingly picks it up and brings it back, even putting it right by the sack.~

Samantha:  â€œWhat’s the question Polly?  I do kinda need to go soon.”

Polly:  â€œPlease don’t tell me you’re studying tonight.”

Samantha:  â€œNot much else to do.  Say, aren’t you in college too?”

Polly:  â€œNo.  I have things to do too, but I’ll take care of them later.  Question 2 for you.  I’ll let you know that I’m from Utah.  Take a guess at what playful city I’m not all that far from.  Oh and you can take your top back.”

~She reaches down carefully, picks it up, and throws it back on herself.  It doesn’t take long for her to come up with an answer either.~

Samantha:  â€œIs it Salt Lake City?  They did have the Olympic Games there back in 2002.”

~I grin again, and even giggle a bit like a schoolgirl would.  Though that’s been one of my trademarks even into adulthood.~

Polly:  â€œThat is true, but… Las Vegas is closer.  Sorry Samantha, you lost AGAIN!”

Samantha:  â€œGreat.  What do I have to do this time?”

Polly:  â€œThat’s the spirit!  And since I’m from near to Las Vegas, I brought a deck of cards with me.  They’re in here somewhere.”

~Even though I know my phone isn’t focused now, I reach in with my left hand into my sack until my left hand comes upon what feels like a deck of cards.  Just next to it is a pail.  I’ll be needing that too me thinks.~

Polly:  â€œOkay, first, take the 2 Jokers off the top of the card deck, then mix the cards up however you’d like without looking at them.  You and I are then going to play Blackjack 3 times.  Best out of 3 series…”

~More exciting than the best out of 3 series that Amy and Jessie are involved in.  It’s comparable to watching paint dry, and makes me sad that the Bombshell Roulette Championship has been reduced to that.  No championship deserves that torture.~

Polly:  â€œOkay, are they mixed?”

Samantha:  â€œYeah, here are your two cards and here are mine.”

Polly:  â€œAlright, my first card is… a 10.  What do you have for your first Samantha?”

Samantha:  â€œHmm, a 5.  What’s your second?”

~I look and then show it to her, a smile on my face.~

Polly:  â€œMakes sense, a queen.  I’ll stay.”

~Samantha shows me her second card which is a jack and then pulls a third card from the deck.  Much to her dismay it’s an 8, which brings her over 21.~

Polly:  â€œUh oh Samantha, that’s 1 for me.  I’m ready for the second hand if you are.”

~She sighs but takes back the first cards and puts them on the bottom of the deck.  She passes me two new ones and herself two new ones.~

Polly:  â€œYou go first this time.”

Samantha:  â€œHmm, another 8.”

Polly:  â€œHeh, well what do you know.  I have the second of four queens in the deck, the queen of hearts.”

Samantha:  â€œMy partner card is a king.  I’ll stay with 18.”

Polly:  â€œOooh, that’s a good card.”

~I wait for a moment before turning my second card over and… it’s the ace of hearts!  That’s 21!  Poor Samantha.~

Polly:  â€œI’ve got an ace!  That’s it Samantha, you’ve lost 2 to 0!”

Samantha:  â€œI guess I won’t be getting the money.”

Polly:  â€œMmm, I’ll give you one more chance.  But since lady luck wasn’t with you, stay right here.  I’ll be right back, okay?”

Samantha:  â€œOkay.”

~I’m running off now, right to the edge of the Wharf.  I sink my pail into the San Francisco Bay and extract some of its water.  Quickly I head back to Samantha, from a direction where she won’t be able to see me coming.  I execute my plan perfectly and from behind soak her with the contents of the pail.  She screams and turns around, actually looking quite pissed off.~

Samantha:  â€œOh, there you are!  You are so dead!”

~She starts chasing me, but I raise my voice and stop, suddenly firmly holding my ground.  She is shivering and really mad with me, but she does hear me out.~

Polly:  â€œIf you win the third and final game Samantha, I will double… no wait, QUADRUPLE the money I give to you.  200 dollars.  I think that’s totally fair.”

~That calms her down some, so I head back to the sack and pull out a folded up mat.  Again she’s looking at me quizzically.~

Polly:  â€œThis last one is easy.  I know we’re in public, but I wrestle in public all the time.  Wrestle against me.  If you can pin me for 3 seconds or get me to tap out, I’ll give you the money.  That simple.”

~She doesn’t even think about it this time, as she no doubt wants to get her revenge against me, even though there is still water dripping off of her.~

Samantha:  â€œLet’s go.”

~She even reaches down and takes her shoes off, stepping onto the mat.  I first lean my cell phone up against the sack in a position where it’ll be able to see the both of us.  I then get my shoes off and the two of us begin to tussle.  Being she’s heavier than me, she is getting a bit of an edge, but I’m not going down.  She turns and goes around me, trying to go for a waist-lock, but that’s when I step on her right foot, and more than once too.  She backs off and I immediately go low and take her out at the right leg.  She staggers and drops to a knee.  As soon as she does I grab her head and with all my might slowly and carefully drag her down to the mat, which isn’t all that thick obviously.  She goes to get up, but I put a foot down on her chest and then my second one.  She grunts a few times before I drop right down onto her face.  I look around to see if people are watching, and sure enough they are.~

Polly:  â€œEnjoy my game show folks.  Samantha here is trying to win 200 bucks, but is about to lose and be completely embarrassed by me, Polly Playtime.  Times up Samantha.  You’re done!”

~I begin to wiggle my ass against her face, getting the speed up faster and faster.  I grind it in a bit more and as I do, it’s over as she taps out, by tapping her right hand against my jean-clad fanny.  I giggle and don’t get up right away, which is totally my MO.~

Polly:  â€œI’m not getting off yet Samantha.  YOU LOST!  No prize for you.”

~I wiggle at my fastest now while I hold my arms up into the air, which gets her to tap out furiously.  After a few more seconds of it, I get off of her.  She coughs a couple times and just lays there on the mat, defeated.  Even though she’s bigger than me, that didn’t help her.  Being bigger than me has never helped any opponent though, that’s for sure.  While she lays there I pack up the rest of my belongings and then tap my left foot, waiting for her to get off of my mat.  Finally she gets the hint and does, now very slowly walking away from the spot of her latest humiliation.  A lot that have seen us go at it laugh at her, much like how everyone will once again be laughing at my next Sin City Wrestling opponent.~

~Oh don’t you worry, I’ll be wrestling my heart out, even when it’s not necessary.  Jessie Salco will be the first to recognize this, but I bet she sure as heck won’t be the last.  Because after I defeat Jessie for the second time, I’ll be rolling on and through Blaze of Glory STILL the SCW Bombshell Internet Champion, which means there will be other non-title matches that I enter into with the Bombshell Internet Championship still latched around my beautiful waist.~



Friday, March 3, 2017
San Francisco, California
Hotel Swimming Pool

~I came right back here after having my fun out on the Wharf.  This swimming pool has been the perfect spot to relax before this upcoming weekend.  Tomorrow I’ll be finishing up my training for the week and Sunday night I’ll show Jessie Salco and all those that hate me that they shouldn’t be overlooking me, as much as they know they want to.~

~I bet now though that the lifeguard sitting on his perch wishes he could come over and talk to me, despite being on duty.  He’s been doing nothing but staring in my direction, meaning he’s staring at nothing but me in my hot pink colored bikini.  He’s welcome to look, but only because I know that he’s already lost, if you know what I mean.~

~I look away from his direction now and turn my attention to my cell phone, as the message needs to be heard loud and clear.  The warnings are good for everybody’s benefit.~

~As I begin, I sit down in one of the chairs and I lay the Bombshell Internet Championship belt across my legs.~

Polly:  â€œWell well well, it definitely is quite the busy time in Sin City Wrestling.  A lot of things are being talked about, from Drake Green and J2H, to Melody Grace, to Crystal Millar popping her head up once again, to Amy and Jessie… I really don’t know why for that last one by the way… to the Bombshell Internet Championship.  May I remind you all that I’m the one that has made it relevant once again.  It was doing nothing in the possession of Kate Steele.  Heck, she was just going to use it for a trinket to promote her webpage anyways.  Make it something beautiful and sparkly to see in the background as she vlogged.  Me however?  I’m bringing it right to the forefront.  It is EXACTLY where it and I should be!  I have defended this championship successfully four times already and in two weeks it will be my fifth title defense, this time against either Mikah or Raynin.  I welcome whatever challenge they can provide.”

“I wish I could see the same for you Jessie, but we already know that right now, at this moment in your wrestling career, you don’t have what it takes to get to that next level.  Yes, you did have one short run with this championship, but again, it was against Mercedes Vargas, whom I have defeated twice.  This Sunday Jessie, as long as I’m around in Sin City Wrestling, it’s that night that you will be the closest you will EVER be to the Bombshell Internet Championship ever again.”

~I scowl and glare at my cell phone screen for a short bit before continuing.~

Polly:  â€œThis may be a non-title match Jessie, but I don’t see it as that.  I didn’t see my match against Melody Grace in that way either.  I may be cruel and nasty and love to humiliate everyone in sight, but don’t you ever… and I mean EVER again think or believe that I just can’t hack it in non-title matches.  This Sunday you’re going to see at Climax Control that I do my best no matter what type of match it is.  I know that may not be a concept that’s on the table for you or Amy or Kate for that matter, as you all think you can coast, but that’s not what I do.”

“You see Jessie, I lost to Melody because she got lucky for one little second.  That’s all it took, but trust me, the same mistake won’t happen against you and it won’t happen going forward.  I’m sure you are hoping it will, but for your sake, and I’m trying to help you here Jessie, hope is for the weak.  I prefer to take that ring by storm and defeat and humiliate all of my opponents, whether it’s for my Bombshell Internet Championship or not!”

~I bring my cell phone closer to my face, so it’s focused there and nowhere else.~

Polly:  â€œI will ALWAYS leave my footprint Jessie.  I don’t care if I left you with a bad first impression of me.  Since I did that, I did what I wanted to do.  Your tag team partner tried to take me out just as my career was beginning.  I did what was right, not what was wrong.  This Sunday I’ll be doing much of the same.  Defeating you is doing what’s right, to knock you down off your championship perch.  Not like it matters as neither you nor Amy deserve the Bombshell Roulette Championship.  Hopefully someone else comes along and cleanses that division, much like I have been doing for the Bombshell Internet Division.  With me as the champion of it, and requesting a new challenger, it has really opened up the floodgates and it’s clear that quite a few bombshells want it, even some that aren’t in the number one contender tournament!”

“Crystal Millar’s back and I’m flattered that she wants to face me for my championship.  And Amy-Jayne, she got her first championship shot here in Sin City Wrestling, and although she put up a good fight, against me, as I told her, it’s just not good enough.  As far as you go though Jessie, you are a few steps below ‘not good enough’.  This Sunday in this non-title match-up, you’re going to play a game in that ring against me and in the end you’re going to hear me shout down at you that YOU LOST!  Then again you’re used to hearing those words, words that both your tag team partner and you ALWAYS deserve to hear!”

“Blaze of Glory to me can wait Jessie.  Because it won’t matter if it’s Raynin or Mikah.  Right now it’s all about defeating YOU.  At Climax Control it’s YOU that will have wished I was given the night off from competing in the ring.  It’s you that will be choking on your chicken bones.  It’s you that will be second-guessing yourself and then realizing that I’ve only lost one non-title match as a championship holder.  You’re acting like I’ve done it multiple times and to that just… wow.  What’s even more ‘wow’ is this belief that you have that you’re going to get a win over me JUST because Melody Grace got lucky for one second and was able to get me into one of her submission holds and get me to tap.  That was that night and Sunday night will be Sunday night.  You really should stop grasping at straws Jessie, because eventually the box of straws runs out.  And to top it all off with a cherry, you actually have the audacity to claim that you’ll be the reason for why I’m going to lose the Bombshell Internet Championship at Blaze of Glory… when that’s not even going to happen in the first place!”

~I sigh and shake my head repeatedly, going on a bit like this.  Finally I stop and refocus the cell phone so it’s right on me, right up at my green eyes now.~

Polly:  â€œYou don’t have a choice now Jessie but to look and listen closely.  Everything you’ve said, none of it matters.  From Climax Control on you will NEVER be able to get me out of your head.  Even though you’ll still be the Bombshell Roulette Champion, you will be a lame duck champion.  Not that both you and Amy aren’t lame duck as it is, but anyways, you’ll watch as I move on to Blaze of Glory to take care of the bombshell that will be the newest LOSER to fall to me.  Your disdain, along with a lot of the other bombshells’ disdain, will continue to grow.  With each and every passing day, with each and every successful victory, and with each and every successful title defense, my evil smile will grow wider and wider, as more bombshells get humiliated, thanks to me.  They will all be thanking you too Jessie, being that you’re the one that poked the bear.  This Sunday night at Climax Control, I may look all cute and naïve on the outside, but you’re going to get the inside.  Your head?  It’s going to get bounced off the canvas and the game will be over.”

~I nod my head for a few seconds before stopping the recording.  With one motion I slip my phone back into my purse before getting up and leaving the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship on the chair.  For now I’m going to return to the water, but Sunday night I’ll be on dry land, showing Jessie Salco that once again she is wrong about me, wrong about everything.  That’s no surprise though, as she’s clearly only concerned about herself and her allies.  She has no heart and thus is simply just not capable of winning our game this Sunday night in that ring.  Everyone here in San Francisco will get the opportunity to see that with their own two eyes.~

~With my own two eyes, I step down into the pool slowly and soon begin to swim away into the deep end, where Jessie Salco has and will always sink.~