~Sometimes it is just all about survival. Even at the young age of 21 I understand that. I understand it more than most adults, if not all. I know what it’s like to be in a difficult situation, one in which you know you won’t come out of it the same way you went in, if you come out of it at all. Enter my idea for choosing Hell In A Cell for my match against Amy Marshall at the upcoming High Stakes VI Supercard show just miles down the road from here, in the City of Angels.~
~Many undoubtedly think I’m crazy for choosing such a match. Many, if not all, probably think I’ve never been inside such a structure. Oh but I have, and I’ve won. Trust me when I say her screams were amazing. Oh and her boyfriend who was forced to watch it all happen, I looked right at him for the best part, staring a hole right into him. What I did to his girlfriend drove him to tears. Needless to say, I was in heaven that night! They both can thank that silly girl that tossed so much fun in my direction back when I was in elementary school. They both can thank that silly girl that led to me no longer wanting to stay in elementary school after that school year ended, and instead me wanting to be home schooled just so I wouldn’t have to breathe the same air as that lowlife and that lowlife’s friends. And soon Amy Marshall will face the same fate. I hope, I truly hope, that her “friend”, her “sister” Jessie Salco will be watching, so she can bear witness to what’s about to happen… and also be reduced to tears.~
~But that’s the near future. Tonight is tonight. Right now I can hear some owls hooting as I sit here at a campground, just a few miles northeast of Los Angeles, decked out in blue jeans and a very cute pink fleece coat that says “CUTE” in bright red on the front of it. I’ve long since gotten a campfire burning and have enjoyed a few roasted marshmallows. Heh, bet you didn’t see this coming from me either. It’s like I’ve said. Everyone’s got a lot to learn about me. Everyone needs to see that I can survive any situation that’s put out in front of me, especially the ones that I make for myself. For now though the best thing to do is to just look into the embers of the blaze that’s now here in front of me…~~I close my eyes and smile a little as I can feel the warmth of the fire. It’s now casting an illuminating glow on my face. It’s not long until now I can see the memory, which occurred exactly one year away from the night that Amy Marshall will be taken to where she deserves to be. Hell.~
Friday, November 20, 2015
Orderville, Utah
~I hear a familiar knock at my door and I just know that it’s the producer of the show, Mr. Gary Compton. The only problem is that I’m not decent yet as I haven’t put on my designated outfit for tonight’s show taping.~
Polly: “Um, I’m not ready yet Mr. Compton. How much time do I have?”Mr. Compton: “Not much at all. You’re on in 1.”Polly: “Oh my gosh. I’ll be out in thirty secs, okay?”Mr. Compton: “Okay Polly.”~I hear him take a few steps away from my door and immediately grab for the short red strapless dress that awaits for me to wear it. I quickly toss it on over my head and allow it to flow right down me. It fits perfectly. I look to the door but I then remember that there are matching red heels and red devil horns that go with the dress. Quickly I put the horns, that are attached to a hair beret, on my head which pushes down some of my gorgeous blonde locks. Hopping around I put the two heels on and then head for the door, opening it just in the nick of time, again to see Mr. Compton standing there.~
Mr. Compton: “Close enough. You definitely look unforgettable Polly. The couple that’s out there playing our game really has no clue what to expect, but you’ll be taking on the female half of the couple, inside a dog kennel cage. I hope you’re ready for it.”Polly: “First off, thanks for the compliment Mr. Compton. Second off, you know me. I’m ALWAYS ready.”Mr. Compton: “Alright, stay back here with me until you hear yourself being called for by your father.”~I hold my position now being we’ve walked to closer to the stage entrance. I listen closely to see what I’ll be able to hear. I can faintly hear my father asking the couple a few trivia questions, funnily enough about dogs, being that apparently the couple owns three of them. I continue to wait it out until I hear our infamous loser buzzer go off. I turn to Mr. Compton and he’s giving me the thumbs-up signal. I grin evilly at him as I can then hear my dad.~
Mr. Pingotti: “I’m sorry, you were unable to answer enough questions within the time limit. And due to that one of you must enter…this!”~I already know that some of my male co-workers are rolling out the dog kennel cage that Mr. Compton has told me about. It takes a few moments but the two contestants, Peter and Sarah, make their choice. I hear Sarah call out, albeit nervously.~
Sarah: “I’ll do it!!!”~I only have to wait about thirty more seconds before my name is called by my dad.~
Mr. Pingotti: “…now that you’re inside Sarah, you will have to try and survive inside that kennel while wrestling our lovely Polly. Come on out Polly!”~Mr. Compton sends me and the crowd immediately cheers and a lot of the guys whistle at me. I wave at all of them and blow them a kiss to keep my fans satisfied. I then head to the kennel, where my next bite of prey awaits me. I’m hungry and my appetite is about to get what it needs.~
Mr. Pingotti: “My, my, what a little devil. Polly, come here and get this dog collar and place it on your opponent. She’s then yours to deal with. Sarah, if you scream even once within the next five minutes, you’re at the lovely Polly’s mercy until you’re able to pin her for a three count. Good luck, as Polly has never lost.”~I snatch the dog collar from my father’s hand and report to the dog kennel cage. I willingly enter it and kneel down. I tell Sarah to get on her knees too. She unwillingly does, but can see that I’m at least being fair, being on my knees. I lock the dog collar around her neck and then wait for the buzzer to sound, meaning our little dog kennel cage match will be officially underway. Oh, she’s not surviving me. She looks terrified, as she should. I glance over to where Peter is and he looks terrified as well, not knowing what’s about to happen to his girl.~
~It’s now that I hear it, the buzzer that spells impending doom for my opponent. The two of us lock hands, but even though we’re about the same size, I gain the early advantage. I drop a little and go right for the blouse that she’s wearing. I pull up on it until it’s up to her arms. I get one of my legs up and push her back some, some of her blouse now covering her face. I am able to get fully up now and move around and pull on the top some more, which bends her backwards a bit. I hold in this position, bending her slightly more and more. I can see her right hand tensing up and it’s a few seconds later that I see a sight that I love to see, her tapping out. Yet she still hasn’t screamed. I yank the top fully off of her now, which reveals that she’s shockingly wearing no bra. Heh, big mistake Sarah! Always wear a bra when you’re a losing contestant! Come on now, that’s like rule number one of going on game shows.~
~I don’t let up though, not one bit. I pull her up to her feet now and shove her head underneath my right armpit. She begins to fight me some to get out of it, and actually is able to get her head free. But that leaves the rest of her open as I kick her right in the crotch, doubling her over. I easily grab her head and shove it between my legs. I softly drop down, bringing her down with me. I work to get her face turned over, even though she resists. After a little bit of time I get it over as I hear my dad from his host’s stand.~
Mr. Pingotti: “Two and a half minutes to go.”~Hearing that I quickly sit on Sarah’s face. With my hands I reach forward and grab her legs. I pull those apart some, so they’re in Wishbone formation. I then stand up a bit before plopping my face right back down on her. I begin to do it repeatedly and look right at Peter, who looks like he’s about to cry due to what I’m doing to his wife. Still though Sarah amazingly hasn’t screamed yet. But… I know what to do, and I have to do it now as time is starting to run out…~
Mr. Pingotti: “One minute left. She might just survive her and the dog kennel cage ladies and gentlemen.” ~Nope. Not happening. I go up a bit one more time and let her left leg go. With my left hand I drop my panties down enough and then sit right back down on her face, my sweetness right on her mouth. Every time she goes to breathe now she’s forced to taste me. I grind on her now, grinding it in and right when my dad says “30 seconds left”, I know she’s going to scream. I hear her muffled one now, so I get up a little bit so she can let it out in the open. She immediately lets out a bloodcurdling scream. I close my eyes and just smile the biggest smile I’ve ever put on.~
Mr. Pingotti: “OH NO! She couldn’t quite hang on for the two of you Peter. I’m so sorry. But you know what this means.”~It’s now that I see Peter running right to the dog kennel cage, which is padlocked. He kneels down now, and begs for me to let his wife go. I shake my head no and blow him a kiss before plopping my sweetness right back down. Even though he shouts an obscenity at me, I don’t care. They both lost, and now they have to pay the consequences. I stay seated until she is no longer struggling. I get off and shove my panties right into her mouth and on purpose, right in front of her husband, launch off every single wrestling maneuver I have in my arsenal, every single one that I’ve learned. The last thing I do is step right on her boobs with my heels. She’s long out though, so she doesn’t feel a thing. But he does. That’s what’s important. He tries to rip at the caging to try to force his way in, but it doesn’t work. I blow him another kiss before one last time parking my sweetness on her mouth and calling out to him seductively.~
Polly: “Oh Peter dearie, you lost…”~I then finally have a bit of mercy and stand up. One of the stage crew pulls Peter away so I’m able to get out of the kennel, having easily survived against his poor excuse of a wife. She couldn’t even fight back. I curtsy to the crowd and my fans give me a hand as I depart to the backstage area, having conquered yet another one, another loser.~
~I open my eyes and see the fire burning. I can even still vividly see the top image that was that night. And so there you have it, it’s not my first time inside a steel structure, nor do I hope it’ll be the last. Honestly, having been inside one, I’ve never felt more free. And guess what? With that being out there, that spells doom for Amy Marshall. An Amy Marshall who probably thinks I have no idea what I’m getting myself into. I’ve already heard it enough from Jessie Salco, who has already been proven wrong.~
~I smile as the fire’s embers continue to crackle, and the smoke from the fire continues to billow up into the night. I’m not even thinking about moving indoors, as I’m not scared. I’m gonna be out here all night long, sleeping under the stars with the fire to just warm things a touch. Just how I welcome being inside Hell In A Cell. I will take all the time that I feel is necessary before it comes to an end. Amy started something that she can’t finish, but I’ll be the one to do what’s necessary to finish it, but not in the way she will like.~
~Ah, but it’s best that she hears it right from me. That said I roll over in the grass one time and grab for my iPhone. With my front to the ground I lay here and get ready to vlog out all my thoughts.~
Polly: “I can’t wait. Honestly, I just can’t wait. I wish it was right now, tonight. Amy Marshall, compared to anyone else I’ve faced in any sort of arena or on any stage for that matter, I want to make the biggest ever lasting impression against YOU next Sunday night at High Stakes VI. It is that night that we will be in the City of Angels, but consider it an oxymoron that I will be pulling you down into the shameful, humiliating HELL that you deserve to live out the rest of your miserable life in.”
“For almost the past year you have been bragging about how you’re a Hall of Famer here in Sin City Wrestling. That and the title reigns that you have amassed have been the only things you can seem to talk about, because you know that deep down the rest of you is a complete and total sham. It will all be exposed though at High Stakes next weekend Amy. I may still be a relative newcomer here inside a professional wrestling ring, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t wrestle. I am not one that needs to deliver piledrivers to get victories, and I don’t need a friend to distract my opponent so I can get victories. It’s these two things Amy that at High Stakes… you do not have the luxury of having in your corner. Your piledriver is banned and Jessie Salco will be unable to find a way inside your own personal Hell, even if she does come down being she’ll be busy preparing for her World Bombshell Championship match against Crystal Millar. That hurts, doesn’t it? She gets an undeserved title match which she’s just going to blow anyways, and meanwhile you’ll be pulled down into Hell.”~I pause, but just to catch a fresh breath.~
Polly: “It’s a Hell that you created yourself Amy throughout your wrestling career. I’m just providing the cage. Next Sunday night you won’t be able to get out of it, you won’t be able to avoid it, and you won’t be victorious inside of it. This is a war that you cannot win, a war that you will and ALWAYS will lose. You should be thankful if I even allow you to go on living, which honestly I’m thinking about just beating you, winning against you, and then bringing you to the brink of your death, only to let you live just so you feel oh so embarrassed and humiliated that you went the same way as Jessie, losing to me, someone that you never thought would defeat either one of you.”~That’s said sternly and I’m going to stick to it, because I mean it. She deserves to believe that I’m going to mercifully end her, only to let her live to face the humiliating repercussions. Not like she’s going to listen to me, as she probably just thinks she’s got the experience edge and that I’m bottom-feeding cannon fodder to her, and just another notch in her belt. Oh, far from it…~
Polly: “But I’ve already put down Jessie, which is why you must enter Hell In A Cell against me next weekend. You must face it all Amy. You’re the one that’s coming out of the frying pan and into the fryer, not me. While I do have something to prove and I will do it, that’ll come by destroying you, in every possible way imaginable.”
“First will come the physical. You see, I’m not the green rookie that you think I am. The Cell’s fences are legal and I will take full advantage of them, rubbing your face right up against them. It’s once you begin to lose blood that the reality will hit you. As you lose it you will become weaker Amy, and that’s when I’ll begin to wear you down. You’ve provided yourself on being technically sound, but that’s not going to work inside that Cell. Facebreakers and facebusters are not going to put me down for the count, as you already found out when we both competed for the Bombshell Roulette Championship the night before Halloween. Everything else that I’ve seen from your arsenal and everything else you say you can do will be of no use. Kicks, aerial maneuvers, variations of power bombs will NOT be enough to end this Hellish Playtime that you have rightfully earned. This Playtime however will entail that you eventually TAP OUT! You won’t be able to take anymore Amy. And this is where the second piece will come in, the mental. You are going to see quickly that I know EXACTLY what I’m doing. You don’t even stand a chance.”
“And to think this all could have been avoided. You could have avoided ALL of this Amy! If only you hadn’t delivered that piledriver which went against the contract that I signed. All that did was speed up the process of your downfall and demise. It was the moment that you did that that YOU LOST! High Stakes VI, inside Hell In A Cell, is when it just becomes more than a formality, it becomes fact. At the end of it all I will walk out of the Cell and will move onward and upward to take on either Celeste North or Veronica Taylor and win the Bombshell Roulette Championship. Meanwhile you will have been left destroyed by me in the third way, psychologically. You will be left whimpering like a puppy, scared for your own well-being, scarred for life, left a shell of your former self, even more of one than you already are.”~I simply nod my head once and then press the stop button on my phone. I get out of my recording portion of my phone and check in on my stuff on some other apps I have before I finally turn it off and place it back in my purse, which I then place under my head. I place a very thick pillow that I’ve brought along too on top of it and rest my pretty head on it. It’s not long before I feel comfortable, just looking right up at the stars and thinking about bringing Amy Marshall to the moment of her last breath, only to let her live out her well-deserved nightmare.~
~With that thought resting heavily with me, I fall asleep fast, with a big smile on my face. Just over a week from now, I’ll be doing the same thing, only with the biggest smile ever on my face, bigger than any smile that anyone has ever seen before.~
