[Playtime]

 ~I’ve been away for a couple months now, haven’t even stepped foot inside a single wrestling arena.  Ever since Amy Marshall did what she did, which breached my SCW contract by the way, I’ve been away recovering from concussion-like systems.  I could have suffered brain damage for Pete’s sake!  It’s ones like Amy that just don’t think before they act.  As far as things are concerned, thanks to my recent secret meeting with the returning Mark Ward, Amy lost that match to me, via disqualification, due to the conditions of the contract that I signed.  No one, and I repeat NO ONE is allowed to spike my head against anything hard.  No one should be doing such a thing anyways as it is completely dangerous and unnecessary.  We’re all here to wrestle, so let’s do just that.~

~With that out of the way, well, while I was away, this happened……~




Saturday, September 17, 2016
Orderville, Utah


~This sucks, having to just sit here and watch.  I’m a young lady of action.  I should be out on that stage.  I should be in front of those people.  Thanks to her though and her blatant disregard for my well-being and the contract I signed before competing, I’m not.  I would be totally embarrassing them all, much like what she’s doing out there right now.

No, I don’t mean Amy Marshall.  I mean one of my co-workers, the heaviest set one that’s around.  Let’s just say the male contestant that she’s just taken apart hasn’t just gotten taken apart both physically and emotionally, but has been left completely destroyed.  It’s what’s bringing a small smile to my face right now.  I can see on the monitor that she’s headed backstage now, right in my direction.  I’m not waiting long before she and I cross paths.  She’s breathing some, but not hard at all.~

Polly:  “Wow Nora.  Just…wow!  I was feeling down but that just now has made me feel kinda better.  I just wish I could have been out there with you.”

Nora:  “I wish you could have been.  That was cake.  He deserved every single second of it too.”

Polly:  “He sure did!  Um, Nora, do you have a sec?”

Nora:  “Yeah, sure.  We’ll go to my room.  Fine?”

Polly:  “Yup!”

~I follow behind her and just to the guys out there who love big butts, Nora’s got a doozy.  That was just the cause of the finishing move that put away that poor losing contestant for good.  I bet the poor guy still isn’t breathing.  He’ll never forget his run-in with her as long as he lives.

That’s not what matters now though as Nora opens up the door to her changing room.  Once inside I admire everything about it.  She is quite a lot like me, has posters in her room of her past accomplishments, both here at my father’s game show and throughout her childhood and early adulthood.  I admire her as she definitely has done more than I have, not by much, but it still shows.

She attracts my attention away the moment I hear her deeper voice.~

Nora:  “What is it Polly?”

Polly:  “Well, I had a favor I need to ask you.  I really admire you and just so you know, some of the others around here don’t treat you with the respect you deserve.  I’ve heard stuff said behind your back.  I won’t ever be involved in that as I consider you a friend.  For the favor, it’s simple, being I haven’t been medically cleared yet and probably won’t be for a few more weeks, could you um, go to Sin City Wrestling’s Violent Conduct pay-per-view and take out Amy Marshall, in my behalf?”

~She’s already thinking about it.  I can tell.  I stand still and wait for her response, which comes now.~

Nora:  “First of all, thanks for saying all that.  My ears will definitely be perked.  You don’t think I’m fat though, do you?  I’m just a big girl.”

Polly:  “I don’t think you’re fat.  If I was bi or les, I’d want to be with you a lot.”

Nora:  “Oh you would, wouldn’t you?  I think you’re like what, 70 pounds or so lighter than I am?  I’m closing in on 190.”

Polly:  “133, so 57 apart. Anyways, that’s not the point.  I can and will take Amy out when I’m able to return to Sin City Wrestling, but she needs to suffer.  She needs to be reminded that just because she’s a champion many times over and a Sin City Wrestling Hall of Famer that she isn’t just going to get away with anything and everything.”

~She doesn’t make me wait anymore now.~

Nora:  “Consider it done.  Where will she be wrestling?”

Polly:  “Ottawa in Canada, at the TD Place Arena.  I’ll get you all the details and you can go up there in my place.  Just be undercover though, wear black or something so she doesn’t see it coming.”

Nora:  “Like I said, consider it done.  Hey, she messed with you.  That means she messed with me.”

Polly:  “Thanks Nora.  I owe you one.”

Nora:  “Nah.”

~I shrug my shoulders.~

Polly:  “Well, if you ever change your mind, just let me know, okay?”

Nora:  “Will do.”

~We both nod at one another, a silent motion of sisterhood.  I turn and leave her room, closing the door behind me, smiling, knowing that she will get exactly what she deserves.  She will be the next one that Nora destroys, and when I’m cleared to wrestle, I will follow in Nora’s footsteps.~




Friday, October 28, 2016
Sacramento, California


Mr. Pingotti:  “I hope it doesn’t happen to you again.  I can’t believe they actually just let her into that match.”

~My dad, he’s frustrated, and deservedly so.  I am too, but this is it.  This is my chance to show that I’m not some little daddy’s girl anymore!  What’s better is that I’ll get to prove that I’m innocent and that I am NOT the one that attacked “poor” Amy Marshall at Violent Conduct 3.~

Polly:  “It’s fine dad.  I’ll take care of her.  She’s not all that, and I’ve seen it, both first-hand and second-hand.  After this weekend, she won’t want to face me again.  She’ll realize that she’s not the one hunting me, but instead that it’s the other way around.  I’m hunting HER down and doing to her what she totally deserves.”

Mr. Pingotti:  “Good.  Go get her kitten.  And hey, win that championship too.  That’ll show the wrestling world that you’ve truly arrived.”

Polly:  “With everything I’ve got pent up, that’s going to happen.  If not this Sunday, some day very, VERY soon.  Don’t make a mistake about it dad.  I’m gonna make you proud.”

Mr. Pingotti:  “You already have Polly, so many times that I’ve long since lost track.  Just go ‘em.  I’ll be watching.”

Polly:  “Thanks dad.  I’ll come back home again soon, okay?”

Mr. Pingotti:  “Okay.  Bye pumpkin.”

Polly:  “Bye dad.  Love you.”

Mr. Pingotti:  “I love you too.  Be safe.”

~I hear his phone click and then I hit the end button on my cell phone.  Right after I do I sigh once and look around my phone.  Quickly I check my Pokémon GO account and scoop up a few Pokémon, all of them related to the Halloween special that’s going on.  I then drop out of the app and begin changing for bed, well I’m not really going to change, just strip down some being I’m in quite a warm hotel room.

Now that I’m dropped down to just a white bra and white panties, I feel like I’m getting that glow about me.  You know the one where I want to do more than just a little bit of damage.  I check the nearest mirror and sure enough, it’s there.  I stare at myself for a few seconds before using a different app on my cell phone, one that I can vlog with.  That’s right.  It’s playtime…~

Polly:  “I told you so.  Playtime is just beginning and will only end when I choose for it to end.  Probably everybody out there believes that I’m the one that attacked “poor innocent Amy Marshall” at the last pay per view, but nope, it wasn’t me.  I would have totally done it right to her damn FACE if I wasn’t sidelined with concussion-like symptoms.  In two nights time I’m going to capitalize on this opportunity to do just that!  If she for one second thinks she’s going to take me out again with her same fiendish, illegal way might I add, she’s got another think coming.  Let’s just say she’ll face a possible…introduction, if she doesn’t play fair again.”

“You see Amy, when you fight dirty, those whom you’ve wronged should fight back.  Now being that you’re a Hall of Famer it’s pretty clear that very few if any have done that.  I’m the breath of fresh air, and yes, this Sunday is only stage two of me fighting back.  Stage one wasn’t physically me, but I was there in spirit.  Stage two will be ALL ME.  The best part of it is that it’s all your fault.  Honestly and bluntly Amy, wrestle and fight fair, or don’t wrestle and fight anymore AT ALL!  Two simple options.  Either way I’m not just going in that ring to face you, take you down, and humiliate you.  I’m going to that ring this Sunday night to win the Bombshell Roulette Championship, because that in the end will indeed humiliate you.”

~I pause to catch my breath.  One thing is for sure though, I won’t be pausing at all in that ring.  I will always have my head on the swivel.  I will always be aware of everything that’s going on.  It doesn’t matter that there are 4 other women in the ring with me.  There could be 4,000.  I really don’t care.  The more in the game the merrier.  I’m not scared of a multi-person battle like this.  Not much does scare me.~

Polly:  “Moving on, to the most recent Bombshell Roulette Champion that hasn’t hung up her booties and gone home, Veronica Taylor, you being a recent champion doesn’t scare me one bit.  If something like that scared me I would have never even stepped into the ring with Amy in the first place.  I want to show not just everyone here in Sin City Wrestling, but I want to show the whole world that Polly Playtime has arrived.  And I mean business.  You may not think that and you may think I have no shot of winning the championship that all five of us are fighting for this Sunday night, but it doesn’t matter what you think.  Just because Roxi left doesn’t mean that you deserve to just be handed the Bombshell Roulette Championship belt back.  Hell that would be like handing someone over a consolation prize, despite losing a game or any sort of competition.  You have to earn it like the rest of us.  No handouts.”

~Again I pause and readjust where my phone is aiming a bit, just so I don’t show anything inappropriate, and so that males don’t get a good view of something they most definitely want to see.~

Polly:  “I’m not getting a handout here.  Yes, I’m talking to you Celeste.  I didn’t ask to be in this title match, as quite honestly I wasn’t expecting it at all.  I’ve been granted the opportunity though and I’m going to make the best of it.  Clearly Amy Marshall isn’t going to be doing so, being she’s clearly focused on trying to rip me a new one, even though I didn’t attack her.  She’s the one that attacked me with a piledriver when it was clearly written into my contract and made known to everybody that spiking my head onto something hard is an automatic disqualification.  Now I’m just coming off of a two month hiatus because I had concussion-like symptoms and the doctors that I went to didn’t want me risking further concussion-like issues until things were good.  So if you Celeste, or Veronica, or Samantha are even thinking about repeating Amy’s act, I’ve two words for you… YOU LOSE.”

“Celeste, you’re going to find out in two nights time that I’m not just some backwater game show model.  I pack a whole hell of a lot of punch for a small young woman, and you, along with the others will end up getting what you deserve.  If you’re able to outwit, outplay and outlast me long enough to get the Bombshell Roulette Championship around your waist, then hats off to ya.  It won’t happen due to me being down and staring up at the lights though if it does happen.  It’ll be because I’m busy taking out one of the opposition.”

~I am getting kinda tired, as I hold in a yawn.  Quickly I refresh myself some and then jump right back in, my attention turning to the last woman that is vying for the first championship belt that I will ever win.~

Polly:  “That leaves you Samantha.  Excuse me while I cry and have pity for you losing several matches lately…”

~I turn myself away from my phone and do some fake sobbing and whimpering.  I turn slightly to see that my bra is in the view focus of the phone, so I turn back around and move my phone so it’s back on my face. ~

Polly:  “Okay, so it’s no secret.  I don’t have any pity for you Samantha.  You’re a big girl.  Suck it up.  That’s what I’ve had to do after what Amy illegally did to me.  If you’re championship material, and judging from the past you are, you’ll recover.  It won’t be at my expense, but you will.  However it’s me that’s the one that was wronged here, and I’m going to right that wrong.  It’s best Samantha if you stay out of my way.  I may be small, I may be young, but if you try to win or even stop me from brutalizing Amy in any way, you WILL lose.  That goes for Celeste and Veronica as well.  This match isn’t just a championship match.  It’s not even just a wrestling match.  For me it’s MUCH more than that.  It’s about everyone getting exactly what they deserve, and at the end of it all, the one MAIN thing that’s deserved is me putting down Amy Marshall for the three count and me ending up as the newly crowned Bombshell Roulette Champion!  When that happens, luck will be needed to pry it away from me.  It begins this Halloween weekend, playtime that is.  Playtime that results in a devastating Polly Pop that will humiliate Amy Marshall for the rest of her days, and all four of you LOSING!”

~I can feel it.  As I stop recording I can feel the evil glow that sometimes envelops me wrap around my entire body.  I’m not fighting it as I’m allowing it to consume me.  This Sunday night, just one night before Halloween, I’ll unleash all that’s been pent up inside of me for the past few months.  All of them are gonna get it, especially Amy.  The one thing they are NOT going to get is the championship that we will all be battling for.  That is coming home to me, and as your new SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, it’ll be GAME ON!~