[Playtime]

 ~None of you associated with Sin City Wrestling have heard from me in almost two weeks time.  Not a single one of you.  However I don’t owe anyone an explanation.  Nor do I owe Kris Halc an apology for what went down in the Blast From The Past tournament.  There will always be other opportunities, and nobody’s perfect.~

~But since he wants to spout off at the mouth about me while he’s behind a computer screen online, he will want to watch his step as he is playing a dangerous game.  I don’t mind what he says, because in the end, if he continues on this route, he will lose.  It will be a loss that will really sting too.  Let’s just say he’ll be anything but PURE, and it sure as heck won’t be a “pure accident” when I kick him right where it counts!~

~I won’t let him be a distraction though, as in the end, he’s not worth it.  No guy that I’ve come in contact with has ended up being worth it.  They are all the same.  They hurt you in the end.  And I, Polly Playtime, am not a sucker.  What I truly am is a WINNER.  The last two times I’ve been in that ring won’t happen often, and better yet, they don’t define me.~

~As for Melody Grace, she is about to find that out…~



Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Salt Lake City, Utah
Salt Palace Convention Center

~To be honest, I wish I was here under better circumstances.  This place is almost as beautiful as I am, but I can’t fully take it in because I have several pieces of business on my agenda that really need to be taken care of today, before things get out of control.  Already too much about losses has made it to my ears.  Today, it gets rectified.  The public will realize that I mean business and that I am not a name that is to be dragged in the mud.  They need to understand that I will always be above them, even when I do happen to somehow… sigh… lose.~

~That said I’m walking with a purpose right to the heart of the Convention Center, where I have set up my own press conference, to make sure the world understands all.  If there are questions, they will be fielded as they should, and ignored as they should be ignored if necessary.~

And walk with purpose she does as Polly Pingotti stomps right into the bowl of the Convention Center and stomps right up to the podium, tapping on the microphone before pulling it out of its stand.  Seeing that the tapping has annoyed some of the press, she looks at the microphone with evil intentions before on purpose tapping on it again repeatedly and hard so the sound resonates.

As soon as she tires of this she gets right down to work, clearly not wanting to be here for such a purpose.

Polly:  â€œGOOD!  I got your attention!  Look, I’m going to make this as brief as possible.  Not because all of you have busy lives, but because I lead the most important life of them all!  Putting it out their bluntly, I’ve heard all the words tossed out about me, especially from my Blast From The Past tag team partner Kris Halc, who now thinks I’m just a lackluster wrestler.  I’m far from that.  I don’t like losing either, but nobody is going to have an “and 0” after the number of wins they have in their wrestling career.  NOBODY!  Kris himself doesn’t have that, and just because he wants to deem himself as “Pure” doesn’t mean that he’s such a thing.  Why, he probably doesn’t even know the meaning of the word.”

A few hands in the media group that have gathered go up, but Polly dismisses those by not even acknowledging them.

Polly:  â€œA word of advice to him, even though I’m younger than him, be who you are.  Don’t even try being something you’re not because you’re just dooming yourself to failure.  And what’s worse, you’re trying to drag me down with you.  That Kris is just NOT acceptable, and if you continue to do it, I’m going to kick you right in the balls when I next get the chance to do so!  You WILL lose!  So hopefully this will be case closed on your issue with me.”

“Polly!  Polly!  Polly!”

All of the media clamors, clearly all wanting to throw questions her way, all at once.

Polly:  â€œUgh.  Save it until I’m finished.  This is all really important.  The world needs to know that I am a top grade talent that just has a few losses due to injustices and one loss that just happened.  I am going to turn it around, immediately!”

“Polly!  Polly!  Polly!”

Now she’s just getting irritated by them.

Polly:  â€œSo “Save it until I’m finished” means nothing to all of you?!  What the HECK?!?!  Cool it, stand there, and listen to ME!”

As she screams this, she does get a lot of color into her cheeks.  They all suddenly just stop and just stare at her, not a single media member taking their eyes off of her.  Seeing she now has the floor, she lets loose with a different business matter at hand.

Polly:  â€œSpeaking of turning it around, eventually Mikah is going to get hers.  She made a MISTAKE by using that weapon.  That thing could have made me permanently blind if she had put it right in my eyes.  It could have busted open my head.  It could have KILLED ME!  Yet there are people out there, a lot of you I bet, that just brush that aside, and pretend like it didn’t happen, just because she won the match.  By winning due to that means she is doing NOTHING but demeaning the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Championship, just by having it in her possession!  She’s killing the value of it every single second she holds it.  Again, that’s not my fault.  I was doing a lot of good things with that championship, but she is so obsessed about herself and trying to get the rest of us Bombshells to strike, that she KNEW she had to go for it.  Mikah is just desperate.  She’s not a bitch, she’s not a queen of anything, and she isn’t even mean.  She’s just desperate, which in all honesty, it makes her a LOSER!  I don’t care that she holds that championship right now, because she won’t be holding it for anywhere close to nine months!  I already showed her that I’m not going to be like the Bombshells of the past.  I’m not going to walk out.  I WILL be here for as long as I WANT to be here!”

“So, with the truth all out, any questions?”

No hands are up now, but a few begin to slowly raise their hands.  Polly shakes her head.

Polly:  â€œNone of you deserve the honor or the pleasure.  Bye.”

Polly purposely drops the microphone on the ground by the podium and stomps right back out, all by her lonesome, clearly feeling that she’s taken a huge load off of her shoulders, and has definitely given the media plenty to talk about.

After leaving the main part of the Convention Center, Polly rounds a corner and pulls out her iPhone.  It is now that she looks at her messages.  One has come in from Mr. Brown’s modeling agency out in San Bernardino.  Polly holds onto the message for now, but moves on to the second one… which is from her dad.  After listening to it she dials his number and waits for him to answer.  Her face calms itself and lights up, meaning she must have just reached him.  This is confirmed.

Polly:  â€œHey dad.  I just wanted to call you to let you know something.”

Mr. Pingotti:  â€œWhat is that pumpkin?”

Polly:  â€œEven though I’ve taken a few tough… gulp… losses, you know how much I hate that word dad.”

Mr. Pingotti:  â€œI know.  How are you holding up?”

Polly:  â€œOh don’t worry about me.  I’m fine.  It’s been a learning experience and I’m learning from it.  But that’s not why I called.  I was calling to let you know that you’ve taught me some other great things, like standing up for myself.  I just told the media off!”

Mr. Pingotti:  â€œGood for you.  I wish I could have been there to see you do it.”

Polly:  â€œMe too dad.  I didn’t let them get a word in on me or against me.  The air has been cleared and social media won’t be so abuzz about me taking it on the chin in a couple matches.  Going forward they will get to see that I am going to change not just their world, but EVERYBODY’S world!”

Mr. Pingotti:  â€œFrom the day you were born I knew you’d be doing that.  I’m so proud of you pumpkin.  Now when you’re next out there with the lights on bright, KILL THEM!  Make it rain until all of your doubters out there drown.  They will remember you.  It’s what my daughter deserves.”

Polly:  â€œThanks dad!  I’m soooo glad I called you!  You mean everything to me.  I won’t let you down, no matter how long it takes!”

Mr. Pingotti:  â€œThat’s my girl.”

Polly continues conversing with her dad and moves her feet at the same time, walking back out of the Convention Center and back out into the very cool Salt Lake City air, having conducted her media business swiftly, and in a way that she will always be remembered.  



Friday, April 21, 2017
Washington D.C.
American University

~My last two weeks have been extremely busy.  For part of it I was doing damage control, even though both times I’ve been on the short end of the stick were due to actions that were out of my control.  Sometimes it will be like that.  I understand that, as I’m not naïve as a lot of you out there think.  There will be shinier days for playing, and in two days time, one of those days is coming.~

~For the other parts of the last two weeks, it’s just stuff I needed to take care of.  None of anybody’s business but mine!~

~As for this evening, I am already feeling in a playful mood, especially after having taken all the monkeys off my back, sending them instead to go try and roost elsewhere, where they belong.  Since I want to play, I’m in the perfect outfit to do just that.  No you perverts, I am clothed, even if it’s just a little bit with my bright as the sun yellow string bikini.~

~Yeah, it’s not the warmest out, but whatever.  If I’m going to be away from home, all the way out here on the East Coast, I want to bring home to here, and playing games just puts me at my most comfortable.~

~Soooo…~

~I’m out of the hotel now and just walking down the street in aforementioned bikini and a pair of open-toed sandals.  I bet everybody thinks I’m crazy, but I don’t care.  I’m just proving a point, and it’s best to prove it on the campus of American University, alongside guys and girls that are of my age group.  As I’m heading there, I may as well make my point clear to Melody Grace, which is that this is going to be a weekend of fun.  Sunday is the ultimate game.  The grand prize is of course the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship, which NO ONE is going to stop me from taking!~

As Polly continues on down the sidewalk, she can see that she’s still about five or six blocks away from the campus.  She walks with confidence though as she pulls out her iPad and flips it open.  It’s not long before she is recording herself walking down the street, her skin mostly exposed to the elements.

Polly:  â€œHey.  To all you guys out there, I know you’d love to be walking next to me at this very second, so you could accidentally rub up against me.  But too bad, you’re not here.  Heck, Kris Halc could be here, but he blew his opportunity.  He chose to be a little rat, one that will be squashed when I choose for him to be squashed.  The only thing that’s PURE about him is that he’s a Pure Accident.  That’s his parents’ problem though, not mine.  In earnest, I don’t really have any problems.  The thing I have right now is the solution.”

“As your Bombshell Internet Champion, I was successful in making the internet safer from parasites and self-absorbed girls by pushing websites to clean up their act.  As their Champion, they listened to me, one website at a time.  It’s not enough mind you, but let’s face the facts, all of you out there need more than the Internet to just be cleaned up.  You don’t need JUST the Internet to be a fun, safe place.  You all need the WORLD to be just that.  With Melody Grace as your World Bombshell Champion, that’s just not going to happen.  Melody just wants you to think that with her as your champion that everything is just sunshine, rainbows and daisies.  However it’s not and can’t always be like that.  There will always be clouds, rain, and storms around.  Even when the weather isn’t her brand of perfect though, it doesn’t mean that you can’t have fun!  Heck right now it’s kinda chilly out here, but I’m not letting it stop me from going to have a good time.”

Polly adjusts her iPad some, holding it out as far as she can in front of her, so it shows off fully that she’s in just a skimpy bikini and sandals.  She keeps walking like this, picking up from where she left off.

Polly:  â€œAs the world’s SCW World Bombshell Champion, everyone will stand up and take notice that times in Sin City Wrestling have indeed changed.  It’s a new era and it doesn’t always have to be sunny side up.  I know that you Melody don’t want to embrace change, but this Sunday at Climax Control, you and everybody else aren’t going to have a say in the matter.  I told you after the last time we faced off that you were able to avoid me for the one second that you needed, that you lucked out to avoid what should have been your fate that night, and that it wouldn’t happen again.  This Sunday night that moment that you are hoping for will never arrive.  You won’t be getting that one second of opportunity to turn the tables to make your little sun shine bright. Besides, it’s FAR more fun to play in the rain!”

Almost as if the skies heard her, some raindrops begin to fall.  As the first few hit her, we can hear her.

Polly:  â€œMmmm, refreshing, that’s for sure.  Just like I’m sure you felt refreshed when you were able to finally win the World Bombshell Championship Melody.  The problem is this reign of yours is already stale.  Everyone when they want to be champion or when they finally become champion always promises so much, yet they deliver nothing or so very little it may as well be nothing.  You have said it loud and proud that you want to be a fighting champion, yet I defended the Bombshell Internet Championship five times in three months, while you are nowhere even close to defending the World Bombshell Championship that many times.  Lo and behold, look where we are, three months after you FINALLY getting to the top of the bombshell mountain, after how many years of trying?  And then there’s me.  I get the crap end of the stick because Mikah wants to use a weapon that could have killed me!  Using weapons like brass knuckles just isn’t fun, so I hope you don’t go her route Melody.  I hope you don’t take the cheap way out, because if you do, you will NEVER see your precious sunshine ever again!”

Even though the rain has picked up, Polly walks on, loud and proud, finishing her walk to the campus.  The few that are still out and about on the campus gaze at her, especially the guys as they watch the water trickle down her mostly bare body.  She doesn’t hide it though, all the way to the campus’s activity center.  It’s once she’s inside here that she heads right to the pool, being able to easily sniff it out due to the chlorine.  Once she has arrived to where she clearly wants to be, she sets up shop before continuing her words to the world.

Polly:  â€œNow then, before I have my fun for this evening Melody, I’m going to suggest that you do the same.  Hug that precious World Bombshell Championship on these last couple of nights that you have it.  Put little stickers of rainbows and sunbeams all over it if it makes you happy.  Train hard, and focus on someone that matters besides J2H for a change, that being me of course.  This Sunday night isn’t just playtime.  This Sunday night isn’t just about me returning the favor against you for how you got lucky the last time we went tooth and nail.  This Sunday it’s time for me to end your already forgettable reign as the World Bombshell Champion.  Heck the only memorable thing you did with that championship was win it off of Crystal Millar, without even having to PIN Crystal.”

“Seriously, what else HAVE you done as champion Melody?  I’ve been FAR more talked about than you have or ever will be for that matter.  While I was the Bombshell Internet Champion, you and the World Bombshell Championship just seemed to take a back seat.  So this weekend, the whole world, including Mark and Christian, should consider what I’m going to do in the main event a rescue mission.  I’m going to make sure that the entire world is talking about me once again and rightfully so also talking about the SCW World Bombshell Championship once again.  Which for a certain brass-knuckle-wielding, undeserving Mikah means that she will STILL be taking a back seat to ME!  Even though she has the Bombshell Internet Championship right now Melody, it’ll no longer matter.  She can go ahead and hide behind closed doors, because while she’s doing that, I’ll be busy casting the dark clouds right above our heads this Sunday and making sure those clouds pour right down, each raindrop plopping right against your head, until I’m good and ready to drop you with the Polly Pop.  That one will put your lights out and as the lightning crashes and the thunder roars, you will be pinned and you will have LOST all that you apparently worked so hard for to win.  I will DEFINITELY be satisfied with the outcome as I’ll be holding up the SCW World Bombshell Championship.  Everyone will see it, and more importantly Melody, everyone will see ME!  And with that, playtime will never end.  Not like you can put a stop to it anyways.  If you were capable of pulling off such a feat, I would not be facing you with the World Bombshell Championship on the line.  Heck, I wouldn’t even be wrestling anymore.  I would no longer be here in Sin City Wrestling.”

“Yet, here I am, getting ready to get to the summit, well within a year of my debut!  I’m sure not many at all can say that when it comes to wrestling, Melody.  Definitely not you, that’s for sure.”

Polly uses her left hand, running it through her blonde locks, in a way that makes her look really sexy and desirable, as if she wasn’t already.

Polly:  â€œBut hey, at least you can say that you DID make it to the top, and say for at least one short time in your life that you weren’t a loser.  Yay.  Go you.”

Polly claps a fake excitable repetitive clap before continuing.

Polly:  â€œTo me though and to your peers here in Sin City Wrestling, our perspectives will be different.  Some here may not be able to see right through you Melody, but even though I’m a rookie in everyone’s eyes here, I can see what you’re all about.  I can see what everybody’s about, and that’s all without even being on the top of the mountain where you currently are but soon won’t be, Melody.  Pretty soon you’ll be playing an old favorite game show game of mine, Mountain Climber, all… over… again!  And at the end of that game, you won’t reach the top.  You will topple over a cliff that’s on that mountain while I watch, grinning as I should be!  With you out of the way Melody, the world will be able to really embrace Playtime to its fullest capacity!  It’s not a bad thing.  It’s a very, very good thing, and it’ll all start right here in our Nation’s Capitol when I’m saying loud and proud YOU LOST while looking right down at you broken on the mat.  It’s where both you and Mikah belong, along with all the rest of those that just don’t want to play.”

Her evil grin is back and her green eyes tell the story.  She mouths out what look to be the words “Playtime is Sunday” before stopping the recording on her iPad.  She sets it down just as a few guys walk into the pool area.  All three of them stop when they see her, and that she’s still dripping a little bit from the rain water that she just walked in.  None of them say a word though and immediately begin to get down to their swimming gear.  From what Polly can see, all three of them look like they are on the college’s men’s swim team.  So she sticks around and goes and sits in a chair to observe them.  They all jump into the pool at the same time and all three head back across the pool, close to where Polly is now sitting.  All three are quite quick but one beats out the other two by a couple of seconds.  Polly acts like she’s impressed by clapping her hands.  All three boys bob at this side of the pool, the winner using the pointer finger on his left hand to try to motion Polly over.  Polly sees it but doesn’t budge an inch from her seat.  Instead she just speaks out to them.

Polly:  â€œI won’t be coming over there.  Sorry boys.  I’m just visiting and none of you would ever mean a thing to me anyways.”

This is when the winner of the three gets bold, which is something not many have done with Polly in the picture.

Jason:  â€œOh, so you’re a rebel.  So am I.  You shouldn’t be so sure about that by the way.”

Polly:  â€œOh trust me.  I’m sure, uh… name?”

His two buddies are egging him on to respond, which he does, which he probably would have anyways, even without their help.

Jason:  â€œJason.  So what’s your game?  Sorry, but me and my teammates here, we heard you from down the hall.”

Polly:  â€œOh did you now?  Let’s just say you don’t want to go into those waters.”

Jason:  â€œI definitely do.  I don’t even know your name or anything about you, but I know I can beat you here in the pool.  Take me on for one lap up the pool and one lap back.”

Polly laughs but still doesn’t get out of where she has her cute butt parked.  The three guys huddle, but Polly breaks their little huddle with her own words.

Polly:  â€œThe last time someone wanted to take me on, let’s just say he doesn’t want to ever see me again.  Let’s just say he ended up with more than he bargained for… on his FACE!  Get the picture boy?”

She licks her chops in only the way Polly Playtime can do.  She leans forward in her chair, which does expose some of the cleavage she does have.  The winner’s two comrades still want him to go for it, but Jason doesn’t look too sure.

Jason:  â€œGuys, she looks like trouble to me.  Maybe it’s best we stay on her good side, leave her alone, and just practice for the meet we have tomorrow.”

Polly looks disappointed now, seeing that he is being smart.  So… she entices him…

Polly:  â€œMe?  I’m not trouble.  I’ll race you in the pool, but there has to be something in it for me.”

One of Jason’s teammates just says that Jason will give her any one thing she wants if she beats him.  Jason looks at his teammate with a disgusted look, but the two teammates will him on.  He stares right at Polly and nods his head.

Polly:  â€œWell okay then.  What do you want if you somehow get lucky enough to get to the finish line first?  I’ll be a giving girl.  I have been before.  Give, give, give.”

His two teammates start chanting “Boobs!  Boobs!  Boobs!” right at Polly.  Polly shakes her girls around inside the bikini top and just gives them a thumbs-up before finally disembarking from her seat and waltzing slowly over to the starting line.  Jason gets out of the pool and walks over himself, dripping wet.  One of his teammates gives them both the word to go and both Polly and Jason immediately dive into the pool.  Very quickly we find out something new about Polly that probably so few know about.  She can swim… FAST!  At the far side of the pool she makes the turn with a two second lead on the top member of American University’s male swim team.  He begins to tire out in the home stretch though and in the end she destroys him by what is close to ten seconds.  Polly places her left hand on the edge of the pool and with her right hand just teasingly blows a kiss back towards the guy she just competed against, even before he can touch the edge of the pool himself.

Being he ends up right next to her, with both of them bobbing up and down in the water some, she just speaks to him, actually in a reassuring way, but still with a hint of evil in her.

Polly:  â€œYou lost!  But hey, don’t worry about it.  Winning comes naturally to me.  I don’t want anything from you.  Consider it your lucky day, because it is the LAST lucky day that those that choose to oppose me are going to get.  Nice meeting you Jason.  Bye.”

Polly pulls herself up out of the pool with no assistance and then walks back to grab her belongings.  All three guys are frozen in place, all just watching her as she picks up her stuff and leaves, definitely having left them scarred for life.  And very soon, Melody Grace will join them, along with the rest of the world as they watch her take flight as the brand new SCW World Bombshell Champion, the Champion that will make it all mean not just "something", but instead, everything.