[Mark Ward]

 Post all roleplays for this match here.
Limit: One roleplay per week.
Good luck!

[Playtime]

 ~Everyone gets exactly what they deserve.  Nothing can be truer than this past week.  The Mean Girls thought that just simply being mean would get them to lots and lots of success.  However what they did not realize is that being mean gets you more enemies than you can handle.  Case in point, I don’t feel bad for them that Celeste North came after them.  It’s not my business and not my fault that they ticked her off.  I respect Celeste’s decision to intervene and make sure that Mercedes Vargas didn’t get my Bombshell Internet Championship for their collection.  I still did the hard work and still pinned Mercedes fair and square, no ropes this time around since she brought that one up.  I earned my keep and will continue to do so, while the Mean Girls?  They’ll just be mean, and soon enough they’ll lose the Bombshell Roulette Championship too, leaving them empty-handed.  It won’t be against Amy Marshall as we all know Amy just doesn’t have it anymore, but it will be sometime soon.~

~As for me, I got exactly what I deserve, and in more cases than one.  I defended the Bombshell Internet Championship by once again going against what everyone sees me as, as not a threat.  And second, I got what I deserved from my other boss too.  I gave him a piece of my mind, and while he didn’t like hearing it from me, he saw my point of view and gave in.  So, what did I get for stepping up and letting my voice be heard?  Well…~



Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Orderville, Utah
Soup Town Café

~There he is, at the cash register paying for both his drink and mine, as he should.  After what he put me through back on New Year’s weekend, he should be doing much more than that.  I’m not surprised that he wanted to meet up with me though when I asked.  I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.~

~I have made my point already clear though through the outfit I’m wearing.  I’m completely covered up in layers of black clothing, so the only skin of mine that he can see is my hands and my angry face.  I have not allowed this anger towards him to lift, and rightfully so!  He treated me like a piece of meat and has yet to even come close to offering an apology.~

~He’s walking away from the register now and joins me at the table I’m sitting at.  I keep my eyes on him as he sits down and passes me over the drink that I want.  I immediately take it in my left hand, lift it up, and sip away at it.  The mint hot chocolate’s very good and even though it’s warm on my tongue and warm all the way down, it’s not warming my feelings at all.  This leads to him talking first.~

Mr. Compton:  “Polly, I wish you’d at least drop that look.  Just let me explain, okay?”

~I put down my drink and fake smile at him, trying to reel him in like a fish.  It seems to be working.  It must be done.~

Polly:  “Well then Mr. Compton sir… Why did you treat me that way!  I should slap you!”

~I put that out like a statement, not a question.  He better have a very damn good explanation, that’s for sure!  What I get for a response though is something I didn’t quite expect.~

Mr. Compton:  “I’d deserve it if you did Polly.  There was no excuse for my behavior and I should have treated you as one of my employees with respect.  Besides your father, you’ve been my best employee.”

Polly:  “Then why were you going to fire him if I didn’t go through with the New Year’s show!”

Mr. Compton:  “First off, please Polly, calm down.  The whole place doesn’t need to hear this.”

Polly:  “Oh they do!  If you’re just going to be a sleaze-ball for your own personal gain, they need to know exactly who you are!  The whole world deserves to know!  I have the power to influence the internet you know, and that power’s been growing every day.  I’ve been successful off your stage to you know.”

Mr. Compton:  “Yes, I do know, and I know this sounds bad, but…”

Polly:  “But… what?”

Mr. Compton:  “I felt like I was losing you.  I know you said you’d come home to participate in some of the shows, but it’s not the same.  The ratings Polly, they’ve been quite a bit down since you left and I figured it would be a good way to boost them.  I feel terrible.”

Polly:  “Oh.  Well, you didn’t seem that way on that night!  And my dad, how DARE you put him in such a spot.  How damn DARE you!”

~I feel like just standing up and taking my mint hot cocoa to go, but he stops me.~

Mr. Compton:  “That was wrong of me too.  I gave him a raise with a separate bonus for what I did.  He’s been great.  I hope that the both of you can forgive me… and that you continue to stop by at least once in a while Polly.  Your fans… they miss you.”

Polly:  “Tell them to watch Sin City Wrestling then.  I’m a champion now and have a championship belt to prove it.”

Mr. Compton:  “I doubt that they aren’t all wrestling fans, but I can have your dad put out the word on air.”

Polly:  “Good.  And the tapes and still photos from the New Year’s show?  Destroy them.  I mean it.”

~He pauses a bit and is now the one lowering his head.  When he looks back up I keep the stern look on my face.  I truly do mean business.  Those need to go.~

Polly:  “Do it, or I walk completely.  I’ve liked you so far Mr. Compton sir, but I don’t need you or this anymore.  You need me.  I hope you make the right decision.”

Mr. Compton:  “The network won’t like it, but consider it done.  Even if I get the ax, it’s what I deserve for putting you and your dad through it to begin with.”

Polly:  “Thank you.  But it’s not enough.  If you don’t mind, I have another championship defense to train for.  I’m leaving.”

~I stand up, but just as I turn for the door of the café, his words stop me.~

Mr. Compton:  “Your dad loves you, a lot.  I can see that, so from the two of us, we got you something to make it up to you that we hope you enjoy.  I don’t have it here though.  You can go, but when you see it at home, just think of what I’m about to say right now.  I’m sorry, and I always will be sorry.  You don’t have to accept my apology, but it’s out there truthfully.”

~I turn back to look at him.  He looks sincere.~

Polly:  “Okay.  Anything else?”

Mr. Compton:  “No.”

~Nodding at him I turn and leave, choosing to take the next available bus back to Panguitch.  Once it arrives I climb aboard and choose the seat I want, all alone at the back of the bus so I can just mull things over by myself.  First things first, he better be telling the truth, about everything!  It’s bad enough that the audience saw all that and probably will go home and tell their family members and their friends.  Luckily no audience members or staff were allowed to record or take pictures, but still, if the tapes and photos leaked, I’ll be a laughingstock!  Something that both me and my dad know I’m NOT!  It really and truly is burning me right to my very core, so much so that when I next look up I see that it’s the stop that’s closest to home.  Seeing this I pull on the stop rope up above my head, signaling to the driver that someone wants to get off.  I stomp up the aisle and out of the bus, not even thanking him.  I continue my stomp all the way to the driveway, which is where my dad is waiting for him, despite the cold.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “From the looks of things, it didn’t go all that well with Mr. Compton?  I thought they would.  You’re his favorite model that he’s ever had.  I thought he’d listen to you.”

Polly:  “Oh he listened and apologized, but it’s not enough dad.  It’ll NEVER be enough to me dad.  He said that there was something here though that would supposedly cheer me up.  Remember this though, I can’t be bought.”

Mr. Pingotti:  “I told him that actually.  He insisted though that you take it.”

Polly:  “I only probably will because I know he was doing it all just for the ratings.  I could see it in his face that he was sorry.  He better damn be!  If he pulls a stunt like that with me or you ever again, HE’S going to be the loser!”

~My dad, he nods at me.  At least I know his loyalty lies where it should, with his daughter, and not with his boss.  He extends his left hand, urging me to take it.  I walk up to him and accept it.  He leads me to the garage door which is closed.  With his right hand he holds up the clicker and the garage door slowly opens.  I just wait for it to be open enough, but my eyes can’t help but to light up upon seeing the red Chevrolet Cruze inside the garage with a pink bow on top of it and a sign in the front windshield that says “We’re So Sorry Polly!” in bright red marker.  I look to my dad, the stern look in me starting to melt away.~

Polly:  “Holy!  It’s… mine?”

Mr. Pingotti:  “Yes.  It ate me up inside and I promised I’d make it up to you.  He chose to make it up to you too.  I know it doesn’t take away the sting kitten, but I hope it’s a good start.”

Polly:  “It is.  Thanks dad.”

Mr. Pingotti:  “The keys are in it.  I won’t stop you from taking a spin with it.”

~I can’t stop looking at my dad, that is until I look around to see if there are any hidden cameras.  But there aren’t.  Happily I find myself skipping now into the garage.  Quickly I’m in the driver’s seat with the door closed.  My dad approaches the car and I roll down the automatic window.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “And Polly?”

Polly:  “Yeah?”

Mr. Pingotti:  “You’re welcome.  Just be careful, okay?”

Polly:  “Don’t worry.  I will.”

~My dad backs away and heads towards the front door of the house.  I put the key in the ignition and drive my new car out of the garage and down the driveway.  And now… I’m off!  This champion’s going to go train her cute little butt off and also enjoy herself in all the ways she knows how.~



Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Cedar City, Utah
Gold’s Gym

~I’ve been at it for a little bit now, mostly warming up with doing exercises on one of the floor mats.  You know, pull-ups, sit-ups, and crunches.  I feel toned already, but now I’m ready for the bigger guns.  As I get up off the floor mat and go to put it away however I’m approached by a guy that looks to be of my exact age.  I don’t recognize him because I never did go to public school.  As I go to walk around him and head for the lateral pull machine to work on my arm strength, he re-blocks me, which gets me to talk.~

Polly:  “Don’t bother me.  I’ve got training to do and a VERY important wrestling championship to defend in less than two weeks time.”

~That should give him a clue.  But when I go to walk around him again, he again gets in my path.~

Gym Guy:  “I know.  I’m a wrestling fan and I’ve gone to some of the Sin City Wrestling shows.  I’m surprised I’ve never seen you here before.”

Polly:  “Well, I usually train elsewhere, mostly at home.  Now if you’ll excuse me.”

~He does let me get to the bench for the lateral pull and I select the amount of weight I want to be lifting before I lay down on the bench, on my back.  He is still standing there though, looking down at me.~

Polly:  “You haven’t gotten the point yet?”

Gym Guy:  “You haven’t even let me make mine.  Indulge me Polly, even if it’s just for thirty seconds.”

~I begin using the lat pull and do ten reps before pausing.~

Polly:  “Fine, thirty seconds.  Go.”

Gym Guy:  “Alright, from what I’ve seen, I’m kind of impressed.  I wouldn’t expect the fights I’ve seen out of a smaller girl like you.  You could do better though.  As far as the floor routine I saw from you and you beginning to lift weights, you can do better than that too.  Train against me.  That’ll help you, a lot.  I’m quite the athlete myself, and from what you learn from me Polly, no watcher will EVER doubt you again.  Just think about it.  I’ll stay here until you leave.  Just let me know your answer either way.”

~It’s now that he walks away.  I continue to my next set of reps, now thinking about what the guy’s just told me.  It came across as quite conceited, but then again, I’m okay with the conceitedness if what he says rings true.  I do up a third set of reps on the lat pull before I get off of the bench and go to approach him.  He has his back turned to me, so I slowly tap him on the right shoulder.  That gets him to turn around.~

Gym Guy:  “Oh it’s just you.”

Polly:  “Yes.  When do we start?”

~This throws him for a loop.  I can see it on his face.  He stumbles backwards a step, but I stay firmly in place.~

Gym Guy:  “I’m free now.  We’ll have to go to the back room though so there’s enough room for us to move around a lot.”

Polly:  “Just a warning, and I usually don’t give a warning, don’t make any wrong moves.  Trust me on that one.”

Gym Guy:  “Alright. The back room is just down that hallway.  I’ll meet you there.”

Polly:  “Nuh uh.  You said you were free now.  Come on.”

~Not wanting him to back off of his word, I grab his left hand with my right hand and wrench him along, all the way down the hallway to the back.  He’ll be off that doubters list in no time.  Once we’re both in the back room, he shuts and locks the door before pulling his t-shirt off.~

Gym Guy:  “I hope you don’t mind.  It does tend to get hot in here.”

~Hmm, feels fine to me.~

Polly:  “So smart guy, what’s the first thing you think I can learn?”

Gym Guy:  “During a match let all of your anger show by thinking of something that really gets to you.  No one will see you as a threat anymore after that.  They will know to back away, and they will know you aren’t soft.”

Polly:  “So you think I’m soft, huh?  Try me.”

~I get into a stance and urge him with my left pointer finger, silently telling him that I want to fight him.  He takes the hint and gets closer.  As much as I don’t like his touch, I grapple with him.  Our first go ends in a stalemate, which is when he comes at me a second time, trying to run me straight over, but I dodge him and angrily trip him up, right at the ankles.  He falls to the padded mat.  I look down at him as he is on his knees.  He looks so cute and small down there.~

Gym Guy:  “Okay, that was good.  But not good enough!”

~Even I don’t expect it as he partially gets up and fists me right underneath the jaw.  I fall backwards right on my butt and immediately he’s on me.  I find myself having to go on the defensive.  When he goes for a pin on me though I force my right shoulder up, breaking the pin attempt.  This gets me thinking to the night before New Year’s Eve, when I was forced to do stuff that I didn’t want to do.  I close my eyes and with all my might shove him right off of me.  I then open my eyes and kick away at him, right at the sternum, repeatedly, screaming down at him as I do so.  He goes to get up, but I then use my other foot right up against his forehead, putting his head right back down on the padded mat.  Willingly I then plop my cute butt right down on his face before he can even think about moving.  His legs, they thrash wildly, as do his arm.  I rub it right in to his face before then using my arms to grab and wishbone his legs outwards as far as they’ll go.  The next thing I hear makes me moan, breathe hard, and grin maniacally.  I hear the sound of his right hand tapping out against my left leg.  I don’t feel like getting off though.  He’s getting exactly what he deserved!  He probably didn’t think I had this in me, but it’s like I said, this doubter is now crossed off the damn list!~

~He taps out a second time, but still I’m not letting him go.  He needs to understand what I’m truly capable of, even if I haven’t yet shown everything inside the wrestling ring.~

Polly:  “You screwed up!  I know MORE than you think I damn do!  A LOT more!  Now come on loser, tap again, you know you want to!  TAP BOY!”

~He taps again and finally I stand up, letting him breathe once again.  Angrily I stomp towards the door of the room, unlock it, and then slam it behind me.  I head back to the front part of the gym, grab my coat and my other stuff, and then leave, seeing I’m clearly going to have to train by my lonesome elsewhere.  But at least I now have the wheels to go whenever and wherever I want.  Once in the car, I do my best to calm down so I’ll be able to drive to train elsewhere.  It’s too cold to train outside, so I think I’ll go home.~



Wednesday, January 11, 2017
Panguitch, Utah
Pingotti Family Garage

~Despite how cold it is outside, the garage, I find it to be nice and warm.  Currently I’m in my car, but with the engine off and the keys out of the ignition.  It’ll be time to go soon enough, in just a few days actually.  I can just see the jealous faces though when I pull up in Las Vegas at the Gold Coast Casino in this beauty, still wearing the beautiful SCW Bombshell Internet Championship belt around my cute waist.  To say that I earned both beautiful things couldn’t be truer.  I went through a lot to get both, and by golly, I’m not going to lose either one!  That’s my focus, and my SOLE focus as I head into Inception II to make sure that Kate.net remains blocked.~

~Slowly I run my fingers along the steering wheel with my left hand.  With my right I reach over to the passenger seat and pick up my cell phone.  Now is as good a time as any to address Kate Steele and the world, being that I’m all alone, with no distractions.~

Polly:  “So the rematch between us comes in a little over a week’s time Kate.  It should be crystal clear by now that I’m not one to mess around.  I do love to play and all, and embarrass and humiliate my opponents, but when it comes down to it, when the chips are down, I’m all business and I make certain I get the job done.  What happens in the end is what’s meant to happen, and I was meant to be the Bombshell Internet Champion.  I may not have a scary name, but I’ve proven that I’m far more than just a name.  If you can’t see that or if you don’t want to see that, you’re only kidding yourself.  Mercedes found that out.  She recognized that in the end I was just better than her.  She went the way of Amy Marshall, and will undoubtedly continue to fall through the ranks.  Her fellow Mean Girls will be her only support system, but let’s see how long that lasts.”

“As for you Kate, I’m totally fine with facing you in this rematch at Inception II.  I’ve told everyone so far.  I’m not one to duck a challenge when I hear one, or when I see one.  If I was someone like that, I would have NEVER put myself and Amy inside Hell In A Cell.  I did that to prove that I’m not weak, that I’m not some Barbie Doll, but instead that I’m strong and ruthless.  I may not be the strongest Bombshell here Kate, and I know I’m not the most psychotic, not like I’d want to be, but I am the one thing that truly matters.  I’m me!  There is no one here in Sin City Wrestling, male or female, that’s like me.  I’m one of a kind and I’m damn glad I am!  I’m NOT a Mean Girl, and I’m NOT on your side or the Metal and Punk Connection’s side either.  I’m the Bombshell that can do it all on my own!  You saw it the first time around, and just because it’s around a month later, you seem to think that that’s changed.  You probably believe you actually have a chance at getting the Bombshell Internet Championship back so you can once again have your webpage fully up and loaded.  But no, it’s not gonna happen..”

~I remove my left hand from the steering wheel and peer directly at my phone’s screen before continuing.~

Polly:  “You see Kate, it seems like there are some out there that really like that I took the Bombshell Internet Championship from you in the first place.  I will gladly appease them, and will make the internet safer for them.  No one really needs to read your blogs online and whatnot anyways.  If you have something to say, it’s called a cell phone or some sort of recording device.  It’s the reason why I’m not on Facebook or Twitter, as I’d rather talk to someone face to face, and not behind their backs!  Trust me, if you were here right now Kate, I’d say all of these same words.  I’m not scared of telling someone off, and telling them exactly what they deserve and NEED to hear.”

“When it comes to facing me Kate, I can see it.  You don’t have what it takes.  I’m not saying this to put you down or demean the skills and talent that you do have.  You aren’t some talentless hack.  You would have never been a champion if you were.  It’s just that I’m at a higher level than you are.  Next Sunday night in Vegas, I’ll prove it once again, and hopefully, HOPEFULLY, no one else will ever doubt me ever again!  Hopefully everyone will realize that playtime is here to stay, if you want to play or not.”

~I let the fingers of both my hands dance on the outer rim of my cell phone.  I purse my lips for a couple second before allowing my green eyes to become the main focus.  Oh, I totally look like I’m up to no good, just the way I like it.~

Polly:  “Now then, being that’s all in the open, as if it wasn’t before, let’s play a little game ourselves Kate.  I know why you didn’t want to be my guest for the first episode of my Playpen, as you probably thought I’d attack you.  Question number one.  Am I right?  If you answer yes to that, you’re only kidding yourself.  I’m not that kind of young woman.  I have morals and only attack when it’s necessary to do so.  I would have genuinely interviewed you about this match actually and you would have been sent on your way with a parting gift if you had chosen to accept it.  Being you declined to appear though, I had to take matters into my own hands.  I took over for you… just like how I took over for you as the SCW Bombshell Internet Champion.”

“In the end, things worked out fine though.  Probably far better than if I had interviewed you.  But anyways, question number two for you.  How do you think you will win against me, since you obviously believe you will?  If you answer this one honestly, perhaps I’ll give you a cookie.  Or if you’re really good mommy will give you some ice cream!  MMMM yummy!  You could share with your Best Hair Friend Melody Grace and you can both feel happy.”

“In reality, that’s all I want.  I want you to feel like a winner Kate, even though you’re going to end up losing your chance to win back the Bombshell Internet Championship from me.  You should know me by now.  Give, give, give and earn, earn, earn!  And 2017 so far, that’s all I’ve been trying my best to do.  That’ll continue at Inception II against you Kate.  You have your opportunity to get your precious website back online, but I’m going to earn the right to once again keep it shut down.  I’m going to earn the right to once again yell “YOU LOST!” down at you as you lay there on the mat, either face up or face down, it won’t matter.  You’ll hear me, loud and clear!  Everyone will!”

~Playfully I wave my left hand at my cell phone screen and silently say “Bye!” before stopping the recording.  For now that’s all that needs to be said.  In a little over a week’s time I’m going to back it all up, and continue holding what I deserve, the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship.~

~I open up the car door with my left hand and step out.  Walking quickly, I make my way through the cold air and back inside the house.  The house smells quite good as dad has already begun to cook up dinner.  I happily sigh before going up to my room.  As I open the door to the room the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship sits there sparkling at the edge of my bed.  I evilly smile and just keep my eyes on the prize that I definitely deserve to have and keep.~

[Playtime]

 ~Every single one of us finds ourselves rushing around.  Some of us do it more than others.  Perhaps that’s the answer.  Perhaps that’s the reason why Kate Steele made up her own website to begin with.  Maybe it’s just to take a break from the harshness of reality.  However here’s the thing, those that just try to push reality aside are only kidding themselves.  Yes, reality can be harsh and just downright cruel sometimes.  Heck, my life isn’t perfect by any means, but I take what comes.  I don’t rush right to a computer or a mobile device to put down all my thoughts several times a day.  I go out and take what life brings my way.  I’m only 21 and even though it may seem my adult life is just beginning, I’ve already experienced so much.  I’m not going to say that I’ve seen it all, but it’s clear I’ve seen more than someone like Kate Steele has.~

~I can’t even fathom doing it myself.  You know, hiding behind a computer screen on the internet, just waiting, just hoping that someone will visit my webpage, in hopes that they’ll accept me and give my page a like, or if really lucky that some will subscribe to said page.~

~That’s just not for me.  To me, it’s unhealthy.  I prefer to be conditioned, in-shape, and stalker-free when it comes to the computer world.  Unfortunately in the real world, that can’t always be helped.  I’ve dealt with enough guys who I’ve caught ogling me, and after they turned out the LOSER, if I saw them again, they’d see me and look right away, knowing full well what I’m capable of.  Heck, I’ve even caught a couple of them rushing away.  That’s how much of an impact I have on people.  Heh, and that’s just one of a few reasons for why I’ve seen with my own two eyes that the internet is slowly getting safer.  It’s going to be a long road to get it to perfection, but it’s on its way at least, all thanks to me, and no thanks to Kate Steele.  When I face Kate at Inception II, she is not going to put a halt to my promise that I’ve made to those who are fans of me.  She is not going to undo all the hard work that I have started.  Sunday night, I’ll finish the job once again.  Sunday night I WILL be rushing around, but only rushing around to make sure her Kate.net bubble remains popped.~

~As for what’s happened in my world during these past few days, well, I’ve been rushing around quite a bit.  With training, with continuing to work on improving my wrestling maneuvers and adding to what I can do in the ring, and with what else happened while I was trying to stay in one place, my plate was and still is full.  But I wouldn’t have it any other way…~



Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Duck Creek Village, Utah
Navajo Lake

~The lake is completely frozen being that it’s the dead middle of winter.  Temperatures aren’t much below 32 degrees, but it’s still cold enough for it to be nipping away at me.  Even still I wanted to come here, and do something that I haven’t done since I was 12.~

~I have just finished walking over the ridge and am now beginning my descent.  It won’t take me long to get to the spot that I used when I was last here, over nine years ago.  As I descend I take a look around.  I’m alone.  Sighing happily I finish my trek and set down my gear.  I open up my main backpack and take out my pair of ice skates, fresh new ones that my dad got for me for Christmas.  I bet he was hoping I’d come out here and remember my childhood some.  It’s definitely working as I take off my cute and furry boots and replace them with the ice skates.  Slowly and carefully I stand back up and dust the snow off my coat and butt.  I go forward with care until I’m out on the lake.   I begin gliding slowly, doing simple figure eights.  I’m gaining confidence and grinning.~

Polly:  “I guess I haven’t missed a beat.”

~I slow down some and do a spin on the ice, going around and around a bunch of times before coming out of that and slowly yet surely move around some more.  I’m ready.  I speed up some and then lift myself up off the ice and successfully execute a double axel.  After coming down on the ice clean and skating on, I slow my speed down and just as I’m coming off the ice now, I can hear a noise.  This is a noise that gets me to completely freeze and look around.  It’s getting louder now and-~

Polly:  “AHHHHHHHHH!!!”

~I can’t help but to shriek as some of the ice near me starts to crack.  I’m close enough to the shoreline of the lake that I take a dive for it and land at shore’s edge on top of some hard snow.  It hurts some, but I now look back to see that the ice is cracking some more.  I got off there just in the nick of time.  Slowly I crawl back further away, almost back towards my gear now.  My heart, it’s pounding as the sound is getting even louder and louder from beneath the ice.  It’s now that I see a few splake fish as they pop their heads out from underneath the ice’s surface.  I breathe a huge sigh of relief before venting out my frustration.~

Polly:  “Really now?!  Fish?!  Can’t a girl ice skate?”

~Not being able to control myself I take off my left ice skate and hurl it towards the fish.  One is able to drop back into the lake, but I’ve hit the other one, right in the head.  My skate holds it in place on the ice.  I pull off my other ice skate and put my boots back on before I investigate.~

Polly:  “Serves you right!  Dad’s going to love cooking you up for dinner!  You shouldn’t have ever rushed to come up to the surface!”

~I pick up the fresh, but now damaged fish.  I don’t really have anything to wrap it in, but it’s not struggling all that hard.  I put my skates away and close off my main backpack of my gear and put my gear back on my shoulders.  Lastly I pick up the fish and begin the hike back to my brand new Chevy Cruze, being my quiet and time of remembrance has been interrupted by one critter that clearly did not want me to be happy.  Well, it got what it deserved.  This is one fish that’s about to be fried or grilled or baked or… well, you get the point.~

~As I’m walking with it, I turn my mind to my upcoming title defense against Kate Steele.  She’s another fish that’s about to be fried, again via my own two hands.  It’s not wriggling at all now, meaning it must be dead.  It couldn’t handle what I had to offer it, and neither can Kate Steele.  Sunday night at Inception II, in the end, she won’t be wriggling either.~

~I can’t help it but to grin as I keep walking until I can see my car.  I lick my chops as I know it won’t be long before I’m driving back home and handing over the catch of the day to my dad, who I’m sure will be surprised being I’ve never caught a fish before.  There are a lot of things I’ve never done before though, but I look forward to conquering as many that I have to deal with.  ~



Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Panguitch, Utah
Pingotti Household

~Night has fallen and I’m in my room changing for dinner.  Being it’s my last night at home, I’ve chosen to wear something nice, even though it is just going to be me and my dad.  I wish my mom would be able to be here when I make these visits home, but I understand.~

~I hear myself sigh and then I take in the aromas that I can already smell from downstairs.  This house has smelled great on so many occasions, but tonight it smells excellent.  It smells perfect!  As I get on a cute red short-sleeve dress, since I’m in the warmth of indoors, I find myself once again rushing, rushing to think of Inception II.  It really is where my head should be at.  Kate needs to see that once and for all, I’m a force to be reckoned with.  I’m not just a bad girl.  I’m not even a mean girl.  I’m a cruel, evil young woman that has bad intentions for anyone that is trying to hurt something or someone that I believe is right.~

~It’s after I finish lacing my heels that I make the short trip to my iPhone.  No need to go on the internet though as instead I just begin to film myself, just so everyone out there can get a good look at this young woman that’s definitely taking Sin City Wrestling by storm!  I check behind me and flash a thumbs-up upon seeing the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship belt in clear view, resting on one of my pillows.  It looks soooo comfortable there.  Smiling, it’s time to check in with the world, to tell them what’s about to happen in less than a handful of nights time.~

Polly:  “Well, it’s definitely nice to finally take a breather, but it’s not going to be a long one.  I’m a young woman of action, as I’ve said.  I’m only slowing down to inform Kate that she’s not going to be able to stop me.  I am RED HOT, and in more ways than just one.  Seriously, if I wanted to be like you Kate and have my own website, I’d be bogged down replying to all of my fans.  But it’s just not what I want.  As much as many out there don’t deserve to see me live and in-person, I let them because that’s how much charity I’m willing to give them.  They know they can only look and not touch.  They should deem that they’re able to look as a very generous gift.  Yet what would you know Kate?  You clearly want to bury yourself behind a computer screen and try to build yourself up on the internet.  I actually truly wonder how many website hits and likes you probably have.  Most of those hits are probably your own, and there are probably just four likes.   Those four are no doubt Jessie Salco, Amy Marshall, Melody Grace, and you… liking your own stuff.”

“Gee Kate, I hope that makes you happy.  I KNOW what makes me happy and I’ll get to be doing it inside the ring this Sunday night.  I’m going to put this title shot of yours to rest, and trust me, when I’m through with you and you’ve lost to me once again, you won’t want another one.  You’ll be rushing right to either Mark or Christian, knowing you and those that you associate with, probably Christian… either way, you’ll be begging to be facing anyone else besides me.  You’ll be like a “siren” going off, and I’ll be grinning from ear to ear, knowing that I’ll have conquered yet another bombshell that thought she was just going to throw me around like a ragdoll and regain what I rightfully took from her.”

“It’s the harsh and cruel reality of it all.  What you saw if you were watching me compete against Amy Marshall inside Hell In A Cell was only just a piece of how far I’m willing to go to prove my point!  She still isn’t the same.  Yes, she has a shot to regain some of her former glory this weekend, as do you, and as does Jessie, but the point is that all three of you are the same.  You all thought you were really good at this, but against me after I returned from the concussion that Amy wrongfully gave me, so far in one-on-one matches against me, your coalition is 0-3 when it comes to Playtime.”

~I nod my head and put out my tongue some and sweep it to the left before putting it back in my mouth.~

Polly:  “If you haven’t noticed, it’s made me FAR hungrier and FAR nastier!  It taught me something.  It taught me to be totally ruthless and not give my competition the chance to even take me down and end my career.  Wrestling is something I learned from my dad.  It’s EXTREMELY important to me!  When your comrade Amy used that piledriver on me Kate, that could have been it.  The poor world could have been left having to deal with you polluting the Internet with your self-centered Kate.net.  I fought through it though.  I came back.  Amy’s no longer on her high horse.  Neither is Jessie.  And soon, NEITHER WILL YOU!”

“And yes, I’m talking down to you, because you need to hear it all.  I didn’t win the Bombshell Internet Championship via a fluke.  I won it because I fought you tooth and nail.  I gave everything I had and I WON it from you.  At Inception Kate, I don’t want anyone to be associating the word fluke with my name any more!  Nothing has been a fluke.  I’ve earned every single last victory in my Sin City Wrestling career so far!  And in the two blemishes that sit on my record, I got shafted in both!  Amy Marshall learned her lesson in the one.  And as for the other one, I promise I’ll take care of that one eventually too!  And when I make a promise, I keep them!”

~I stop as I can hear my dad’s footsteps downstairs.  He doesn’t call out to me though so I’m just assuming he’s not quite done with cooking the fish yet.  I walk to the edge of my bed and sit down on it, allowing my legs to stretch outward.  I look back at my iPhone screen and continue, seeing my cuteness, my determination, and my evil look staring back at me.  It’s such a beautiful sight, one that I know my true fans have fallen in love with, one that I know everybody else hates.~

Polly:  “Call me a devil.  I’ll agree wholeheartedly as that’s who I am.  After all, I’m wearing red tonight.  One of my favorite colors is red, being it’s the color of blood.  When I see someone else’s blood after they’ve tried to wrong me, trust me Kate, it’s intoxicating.  It gives me the biggest adrenaline rush that I’ve ever known.  It pushes me to finish off the job that I’ve started and earn my victory and reward.  Now you’re lucky Kate.  You don’t have to compete against me inside Hell In A Cell, and you don’t have to worry about me using foreign objects as weaponry.  The thing is, that won’t matter.  If you’re feeling lucky now that you have this second chance against me, Lady Luck isn’t going to shine down on you.  At Inception II this weekend, your luck will run out as you will have to get up from the pinfall as fast as you can, to avoid further humiliation.  And yes, I know you’re going to feel even more embarrassed after you’ve lost to me twice.”

“But I’m not going to let you up.  I’m going to keep that leg hooked and even after the referee counts the fall, I’m going to remain down on top of you so everyone can take pictures.  Everyone will have the photographic evidence and it’ll hopefully get lodged into all of their brains that I’m more than what I appear to be.”

“For you Kate, it’ll be a lesson well learned.  Don’t judge a book by its cover, because when you do that, you will have LOST.  At Inception, your chance at reclaiming the Bombshell Internet Championship ends unsuccessfully.  It’s like I’ve said, Playtime has only just begun.  It will end when I choose for it to end.”

~Silently I give a firm bye before stopping my phone from recording.  Once it’s sent out to where it needs to go, I turn my phone off and go retrieve the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship belt from my bed.  I strap it around my waist, exit my room, and then head downstairs.  My dad is standing there waiting, a beaming smile entering his face as soon as he sees me coming.~

Mr. Pingotti:  “Beautiful kitten, very.  You’ve always been a champion to me.  Don’t forget that.  I just want to cry though seeing that belt around you that proves to the world that you’re a champion.”

Polly:  “Thanks dad.  Um… is there anything I can do to help?”

Mr. Pingotti:  “You’ve already done enough by just catching him.  I haven’t had splake in years.  I’m really happy with how it’s coming out though.  I’m very sure I prepared the perfect sauce to go with it.”

Polly:  “From the smell of it, you have.  Here, I’ll set the table for us.”

~He looks like he’s about to stop me from doing so, but then goes back to tending to the oven.  I have the table set in pretty short order, along with putting out a pitcher of cold water and dropping some lemon wedges into it.  Moments later he pulls my catch of the day out of the oven and OH MY GOD, it smells amazing!  I can’t wait!  Quickly I sit down in a chair.  He places the cooked creation up on the stovetop to let it cool some before he serves both me and himself fillets of the splake alongside some white rice and some sauce in a saucer.  Immediately I dig in, not able to help myself.  He does too, and I just know he can see the first look on my face.  He’s grinning from ear to ear as I just can’t help it but to yell out…~

Polly:  “OHHHH!  Sooooo delicious dad!  This is heaven!”

Mr. Pingotti:  “Thanks pumpkin.  I have you to thank.”

Polly:  “And I have you.”

~We both grin at one another now before both taking in bite after bite.  Soon the first fillets we’ve been working on are all gone.  I stand up and go to the stove and put two more fillets on it.  When I return to the table and sit down, I pass one of them over to him and we continue eating, until both of our hearts are content.~

~As far as Sunday night goes, your SCW Bombshell Internet Champion will be content as well, with another successful defense, and another hopeful challenger left humiliated, having lost to me.~