[Playtime]

 ~I bet everyone out there is wondering why I am like I am.  Yes, you have only gotten a small taste of what I have to offer and only a small taste of what I can do, but I am a young woman with so many layers.  I may appear to be a pretty porcelain breakable doll on the surface, but underneath, oh underneath, I am far from that.

So, as we head eastward up here in Canada, let’s move back for a bit, back to my elementary school days.  It was one day, in third grade that it all started.  It was during morning recess and I was daydreaming on a swing, twirling myself around slowly, doing what a normal eight year old girl would do.  At first I didn’t even realize she was there behind me.  It was as I finished my most recent rotation that I saw her standing there.  Her name was a simple name, the most common of girl names, Sarah.  What she did made to me in that moment made me not like her.  It was something common of girls to do to other girls at that age, and boys to do to other boys.~

Sarah:  “Polly Puke-otti!  Polly Puke-otti!  You make me and the others want to puke!”

~Those words were followed by gagging sounds from her.  I still remember glaring at her.  She glared at me, before continuing her teasing.  I didn’t allow her instigating provoke me though, as I just sat there, until she finally shut her mouth.  It was when she turned away that I spoke to her that day.~

Polly:  “Are you done?  Because I’m not feeling embarrassed at all.”

Sarah:  “Oh, the little pukey speaks.  I can see it in your face.  You’re embarrassed to be you.  I would be too.”

Polly:  “But I’m not.  Though thanks for stopping by.  You’ve encouraged me to do something.”

~She looks at me, a bit curiously, but brushes it off.~

Sarah:  “Pfft.  Is that supposed to scare me or something?  I’ve already spent too much time near you.  I probably smell like puke now.”  

~It’s then that she just runs off.  The recess whistle, I remember it going off shortly after our confrontation.  On my way back to class I thought and thought the entire way.  I even continued to think when I sat down in my seat.  It wasn’t long after, during my teacher beginning the science lesson for the day, when eureka!  It hit me.  It was that moment where everything changed, and I was maniacally tapping the fingertips of my left hand against the bottom of my cute little chin.  I have her to thank for it, and I thanked her at lunch, in a very unconventional matter.  I had eaten most of my lunch and she was busy eating hers with her friends when I got up and chose to go over to them.  They all looked up at me as I addressed Sarah, one to one.~

Polly:  “Just wanted to come over and thank you for earlier, right in front of your friends.  I didn’t lie.  You inspired me to do something that you truly deserve.  You name-called me thinking you had won, but instead, well, you’ve lost!”

~I can still remember myself taking in a big swig of chocolate milk from out of the carton I have in my hand, then firing back and spewing it right into her face, like a fountain.  Her mouth opened wide and she was screaming.  Oh, it was an awesome sight!  I wasn’t embarrassed by her name-calling, but she was definitely humiliated after she got exactly what she deserved.  That moment was such a defining moment in my life.  It was a life-changing experience, and for me, one of the best ones I have ever had.  It put me on the path to who I am now.  Heck, even today, right now, that first moment of humiliating others makes me smile.

I bet those near me that can see me right now are just wondering why I am so happy.  Oh, if they only knew.  I look around at them as I walk along in the park that is across from the hotel I’m staying in while here in Calgary, home of the Flames.  Now hockey, that’s a sport where a lot of humiliation happens.  I don’t watch it much, but when I do, it’s awesome when someone can’t score into an empty net near the end of a game, or when someone loses their stick, or even better, when a player puts a puck in their own goalie’s net!!!  Yup, I’ve seen it happen.  LOL!!!

Seeing all of those things happen makes me be extra careful about what I do.  I think about everything.  I think of all the possibilities.  Even when I’m faced with a difficult task, I devise a plan and make sure it is bulletproof.  Trust me.  I will NEVER be embarrassed or humiliated.  And no, I don’t consider a loss humiliation.  I consider that a learning experience, exactly what I went through back in third grade on that one day.  That moment taught me so much, taught me so much that I will never ever forget.

I turn back to the direction where the hotel is.  I begin walking back there as there is work that needs to be done.  I sigh, but it’s a happy one, because it’s work that will lead to yet another individual being humiliated in my presence.~



~You don’t know how happy I was to see a rowing machine in the workout room here.  Let’s just say I used it for a good portion of my time in the place.  I’ve worked up a sweat now, but that’s totally okay, because I’m going to hit the pool now.  I’m kinda hoping there are some guys near my age so I can flaunt it and tease them at the same time, making them want me but unable to have me.

I pick up my bags and move rooms.  Already in the hall I can smell the chlorine.  It’s only when I have a visual of the pool area that I look pleased.  There a few hot looking guys that look to be in their late teens and early 20’s.  I don’t speed up my legs.  I enter the pool area calm, cool and collected.  Immediately I see them looking in my direction, and I’m not even down to my bikini yet…  Playing it coy I set my stuff down on a table and sit down in one of the chairs, removing my shoes and socks first.  It’s now that I stand up and whisper to myself.~

Polly:  “Time for the kill.”

~And with that, I’m taking off my workout top, revealing a hot pink bikini top which doesn’t leave all that much to the imagination.  May as well show the matching bottoms too.  I drop my shorts down and take a few steps towards the pool.  As expected the guys are all gazing, clearly entranced and in love.  As I see their expressions, I step forward further and reach my right foot out to test the temperature of the pool waters.  Oh, they are just SOOOOO perfect!!!  Not wanting to wait now, I head for the closest stairway down, but I’m cut off by one of the guys that’s been googly-eyed for me.~

Guy:  “So, what’s your name?”

Polly:  “Does it matter boy?  You’re gonna lose anyways.  Trust me.”

Guy:  “Wow.  You sound so sure of yourself.”

Polly:  “Yup.  I am.  If you want to try me, you’re welcome to, but you’ll end up going back to your friends…a loser.  If you believe me, you’re welcome to look at me.  I don’t mind that at all.”

Guy:  “Okay, I get it.”

~He steps aside and I get down into the pool.  I go over to an edge and actually call out to him, paying him a compliment while teasing him at the same time.~

Polly:  “I’ll give you props though.  You’re def hot.  And down there, if I had the time and the desire, I’d probably want it…”

~I don’t look at his package, but it’s probably getting large.  I instead begin to bob like a cork, out to the middle of the pool.  When I look back over to the last place I saw him, he hasn’t budged, not even a centimeter.  His buddy comes to his side and they both watch me.  Neither of them dare to join me in the water though.  Pussies.  They’re afraid.  They’re both even shaking while not even being in the water.  I do have that impact though, and all of those in Sin City Wrestling and all those of you out there that watch, you will all continue to get to see it.  I’m going to change this place.  The women probably won’t like it, but perhaps the guys will.  They will all see that I mean business, and that I bring in a life-changing experience that will be both painful for the girls and pleasurable for the guys.

For now though, time to relax some and take my mind off of it all.  I swim back towards the stairs of the pool and step right on out, dripping wet from head to toe.  I bet they love it, but I’m not turning to look to see if they do.  I instead walk over to the small hot tub and sit down inside of it, immediately closing my eyes and allowing a jet to soothe my back.  It feels SO good.  A lot of things going forward will feel the same way.~



~The shower water has been even more invigorating than the pool and the hot tub combined.  I shut the water off and step out, fresh as a newborn baby.  I look myself over once and of course I approve.  Heh, no one’s ever getting all of this, as much as they will all clamor for it.  I look now at my reflection in the mirror, looking right at my eyes.  I’m definitely up to no good, and well, let’s just say that’s bad news for the next poor unfortunately soul that’s on my list.

I pucker my lips and blow a kiss to the mirror before snatching up a towel from the rack and heading back out to the main part of my hotel room.  I wrap myself in the towel and hold it against me with one hand as with my other I go to grab my Tablet.  After thumbing a few buttons, my image appears on the screen.  I press the red record button on the screen and I’m now live.~

Polly:  “There comes a time in everyone’s life where the light bulb just pops right on.  At least there should be that time.  For me, it came when I was 8.  Clearly for my last opponent, hers has never turned on.  As for my next opponent inside the ropes, Amy Marshall, that time is about to come.”

“That’s right Amy.  You being a hall of famer here in Sin City Wrestling is not the time that the light bulb flicked on, nor was it when you were a champion those seven times, nor was it when you became a Grand Slam champion.  I’m brand spankin’ new here and even I can see that you’re just not up to snuff.  You may be all those things that you mentioned, but those happened in the past.  This is now the present, and clearly your best times have passed you by.  Honestly, you need this match against me Amy.  You need to experience something fresh and new, and no, it isn’t victory.  You need to be humbled at Climax Control, and I’m glad that I get to kick you while you’re down.  Maybe, just maybe, it will wake you up and make you realize that you just aren’t good enough anymore.  It’s not a bad thing though Amy.  It’s a good thing as in a way, I’ll be helping you.  Losing to me will hopefully make you fiercer and put some fire back into you, so you look to the future, instead of to the past.  I mean, I look into the past sometimes, but I’m not obsessed with it, unlike you.  I always look to the future, to see what new things I’ll get to do.  If you did that, who knows, you might surprise even yourself.  Maybe your own light bulb will turn on and you’ll have that AH HA! moment.  Until then you don’t strike me as that type.”

~I can’t help but to give out a bit of a girly sound.  My bare shoulders rise to.  When they drop back down to normal, I continue.~

Polly:  “Anyways, since you brought it up, I’m quite good at taking to the air too.  I’m still learning some, but I know more than enough to combat what you’ve got to offer Amy, and dose out some of my own aerial expertise.  Difference between you and me there is I’ll only take to the skies when you’re down.  I think.  I don’t just do, because if you just do it just because the crowd wants it, you’ll get burned and your face will end up buried in the mat.  And what’s better?  I’ll be right there with my foot to rub your head right down into it.  You’ll end up humiliated and defeated, two things I’m sure you don’t want.  Those are two things that will leave YOU as the one having nightmares, and leave YOU knowing that YOU LOST.”

“I’m not worried about what you will bring into that ring Amy.  I’ll counter and dodge it all.  You won’t be able to get me down for the needed 3 seconds, nor will I tap.  The more you try to do either of those to me, the more you’ll fail.  Playtime will only end when I say it ends.  The end is after your head has popped against that mat, or maybe when my legs are locked around you tighter than a cobra.  Hearing you tap and scream would be music to my ears.  But, that’s for me to decide which way I end you Amy.  You’ll just have to wait to see what type of life-changing experience you’ll end up going through.  Either way, after this weekend, you’ll face one and be left to deal with the consequences of it.  Until then, bye.”

~I put my phone down on the side of the bed and wave down at it, before reaching down and hitting the stop button, ending the recording.  Yup, Amy’s not ready for what’s about to befall her.  Sunday night she will continue to fall from the perch she used to sit on so proudly.  Her era is obviously over, and soon, oh very soon, everyone will notice that playtime has arrived.  And they’ll see that playtime will be oh so fun.~