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 ~You all probably think I’m crazy, but I’m not.  Once again I’m going to be one that challenges myself.  As you have been able to all see, I am not like the other bombshells.  I am not like a single one of them.  I am unique in all ways that you can imagine.  Several have seen it firsthand, yet there are several to go.  Hence why I asked Mark if I can win five more matches before I use my contractual rematch for the Bombshell World Championship, and unlike a certain pretty much dormant Bombshell Internet Champion, I have actually chosen five that will push me to my limits and get me to unleash more of my nasty inner side, something of which I have only done one time so far in my wrestling career here in Sin City Wrestling.  Mikah would probably just choose Twisted Sister… for all five matches.~

~That is just who she is.  She is a sitting duck that is desperate to have long title reigns, with very, very few actual title defenses.  I don’t want to just sit in the background.  Oh no!  I am going to be where the action is, and that’s in the ring!  While she just claims she’s the Bitch around here and quivers in fear in her locker room that she will have to eventually defend the Bombshell Internet Championship again, I’ll be once again raising heads and eyebrows as I face the first four on my list and put them down.  Then it will be down to her, and ohhhh, she won’t have luck or knuckles on her side this time.  She will be alone, with me, in the most unforgiving cage of them all.~

~But first things first, my first match of five is an opportunity for someone that hasn’t had all that many of those.  Alana Allure…~



Friday, June 16, 2017
Prescott Valley, Arizona
Somewhere Just Outside Of Town

As the hot, baking sun sinks slowly down the western sky, Polly is taking a walk, now being that it isn’t as hot as it was during the hottest time of the day.  Yet still she does have some beads of sweat on her forehead and her bare shoulders are glistening.  It is easy to tell what her mood is as she is wearing a very short black skirt, along with a fire red strapless tube top.  She has her blonde locks tied up into a pony tail and looks like she is in a trance, as her evil green eyes are not moving around.

A bit of time passes before she stops walking and puts the sinking sun to her back.  She doesn’t take much time in taking her iPhone from out of her hand purse and beginning to record herself, showing off the mood that she’s in and recording what’s on her mind at this very moment.

Polly:  â€œTo say I’m not in a good mood is the understatement of the year.  Just so you all know, I am not on my period.  I am not JUST mad that I was actually told to just stay down outside the ring after Evie Baang enjoyed her little meaningless rant that will only end in her losing to Crystal Millar anyways.  I will make sure of that by the way…”

“I am ultimately disgusted that there are a few of you out there that want to take the cowardly way out.  I am especially disgusted with a certain blonde.  I am not jealous of that certain blonde either.  The day is going to come where she will get what she has coming to her, and I am going to be the one that will be there to not just defeat her, but HUMILIATE her, and DESTROY her!  Even if she ever recovers, she will be forced to never forget about me.  She will be humbled and down on her knees, just hoping, just begging, just pleading to never be in that ring against me, ever again!”

Polly pauses and breathes, but it doesn’t seem to detract from her current state, as she continues.

Polly:  â€œBut I’m going to make her wait for now.  Making her wait is just the first step in the process, as each day passes, she will grow more and more and more nervous, not knowing when it’s going to come, not knowing when I’m going to pounce, and not knowing when she will be locked inside, mmmm ohhhh, Hell In A Cell, WITH ME!!!”

“Before that day comes though, there are others that I wish to prove myself against.  I couldn’t think of a better place to start then the Female Members of the Elders.  From what I have heard, it is not every day that Alana Allure gets the chance to shine here as she apparently has in the past before she came to Sin City Wrestling, being that she is used to just tag team competition.  Well Alana, here is that chance.  I have gift-wrapped it for you with a nice beautiful little bow.  It’s your choice or not if you want to open up my present.  If you do or don’t though, you aren’t going to shine or win against me, but at least you will be able to show the entire world what you are capable of, on your own.  We will all get to see if you desperately need Song by your side, or not.  Honestly, and this is me being totally truthful Alana, I don’t think you need her.  I mean hey, you have failed with her anyways, being you are both former Bombshell World Tag Team Champions, much like how I’m unfortunately a former Bombshell Internet and Bombshell World Champion.”

“So I figured this would be the perfect match.  Yes, only one will have her spirits and her hand raised at Climax Control this Sunday night Alana, and it won’t be you, but at least you will have a chance that you rarely get to enjoy.  You get to show off the skills that you have, instead of taking a back seat, or having to “share the load” with Song.  I don’t know if you can handle it though, which is why I wanted to see if you could.”

Again she drops silent, but she hasn’t moved, not a muscle.  She remains focused on the screen of her iPhone, which continues to take in the beautiful, hot image of her.

Polly:  â€œWe’ll see Sunday night.  Sunday night being attractive won’t matter Alana.  I know that is one of your greatest traits.  It’s just too bad it won’t hold any bearing on what happens.  Maybe if you were allowed to face the guys and you took on Jamie Dean, it might.  The problem is you are facing me, and I am bound and determined to win ALL five of my matches that I have signed on the dotted line for, on my way back to the Bombshell World Championship!”

“However, try me!  This Sunday Alana, everyone is going to see that I am the true alluring one here.  I have a lot of mystery inside me.  I possess a lot of power that the world has not really seen all that much as of yet.  However they will all be fascinated by me, entranced by me, and probably and grossly, attracted to me too.  But bring all that you’ve got, being I’ll be beginning to show the rest of what I have.  I want to see and experience it all.  No matter what it is YOU have to offer up though?   It won’t be enough.  NONE of the five of you will have enough!  ALL five of you will end up the same way in that ring, on your backs hearing me scream two words down at you!  YOU LOST!!!”

Polly grunts before stopping her phone from recording her.  She slips her phone angrily back into her hand purse, and presses onward through the forlorn and cactus-dominated desert, heading back in the direction of Prescott Valley, definitely hotter than the desert itself.



Friday, June 16, 2017
Prescott Valley, Arizona
Back At The Motel…

Not much time has passed, and even after a shower to cool her off some, Polly does not look refreshed at all.  She’s still grouchy and it shows, even though she is not speaking a single word.  When she does though, it comes out in a very angry tone.

Polly:  â€œGod, I hate this!  I hate it when people have stuff that they don’t deserve to have!  Not to mention that it’s so god damn HOT in here!  Gosh, can they fix the A/C!”

Polly can definitely feel the heat that is in her motel room and can’t bear it a single moment longer.  She raises her arms and removes the red strapless tube top that she had been wearing throughout the day.  Unfortunately that doesn’t come at a good time as the knob to her motel room door is turned and it is opened, by a motel employee.  He doesn’t even look into the room right away, as he just snaps at her.

Motel Clerk:  â€œExcuse me Miss, but I can hear your ass from the down the hallway.  If something is wrong with your room, you could have just come to me and said so!  Now you have me yelling and it has woken up the old couple next to you and-  Oh shit.  I’m sorry!”

It is just now that he has looked up and seen her bare back, followed by her exposes breasts, as she instinctively has turned around upon hearing him.  She repeats his last few words.

Polly:  â€œShit, I’m so sorry!  Um, Sir, you better look away.”

He does as Polly angrily bends down, picks up her top, and puts it back on, at least for now.

Polly:  â€œIt’s safe to look again Sir.”

Polly’s tone has just softened some, and the motel clerk does look, in an apologetic manner.

Motel Clerk:  â€œOkay.  Now then, I can’t help much here being our A/C is completely down.  Hell, we’re all working through it Miss.  I can get you a small fan if that would be helpful.”

Polly:  â€œIt probably won’t help, but sure.  Look, I’m not in the right frame of mind.  I was teetering on the brink of losing it, and I lost it.  I’ll go apologize to them.”

Motel Clerk:  â€œThat would be a nice thing to do.”

Polly looks at him squarely for the first time, and realizes that the motel clerk is quite young himself, so undoubtedly stressed too.  She looks at him from his blonde hair down to his shoes, taking mental notes quickly.

Motel Clerk:  â€œSo, is there anything else you need Miss?  If yes, I’ll be at the desk the rest of the night.”

Polly:  â€œNot anything that I can think of for right now Sir.  Thank you.”

The “thank you” from Polly leaves her pursing her lips as if for a kiss.  The motel clerk catches this and seems to be taking his own mental notes of her now.  Within a few seconds though he turns to leave, leaving the door open for Polly.  Polly takes advantage of the open door and walks through it, following him out, but only going as far as the neighboring hotel room door.  It is here that she knocks.  She doesn’t have to wait long before the male half of the old couple comes to the door and flings it inward, seeing Polly standing there.

Polly:  â€œSir, I’m really sorry for waking up you and your wife.  I’ve been really stressed lately, but that’s no excuse.  I just wanted to apologize and let you know that you won’t hear another peep out of me, okay?”

Old Man:  â€œIt happens.  We really need our sleep.  We appreciate the apology, and hope that your stress goes away at least.  Goodnight Miss.”

He closes the door on her.  After he does, Polly nods and starts to head back to her room door which she has left open.  But she then turns her head the other way and can see the desk where the motel clerk is standing at, on the computer, probably doing some of his nightly work.  He is only a few inches taller than her, so he doesn’t see her coming as his face is buried behind the computer screen.  As she approaches the desk, she keeps one eye on her open room door, which she can see from here, and one eye on him.  He jumps again as soon as he sees her.

Motel Clerk:  â€œThe housekeeper on duty is looking for that fan for you, Miss.  Did you need something… else?”

Polly:  â€œUm, yes.  I wanted to come apologize to you again.  It’s like I told the old couple.  I’ve been stressed and um…”

There is a nervous pause in the air, before he breaks it.

Motel Clerk:  â€œI don’t know if that’s something I’ll be able to help with?”

He states it as a question, which Polly responds to, as quietly as she can, as to not wake up anyone else that might be sleeping in the other rooms.

Polly:  â€œIt’s Polly.  Um, I have actually never asked this from anyone before Sir, but a shower couldn’t even help me.  I know it’s not part of your job description, but could you maybe, um, give me a backrub?  That would feel SOOO nice.  I really need it.”

Motel Clerk:  â€œI’m on duty and could get fired for it.  I’m sorry Miss, but I can’t.”

Polly actually looks genuinely disappointed, which is a new concept for her, being she is always looking to just play games, especially with the boys.  However she brightens some a few seconds later, having clearly thought of something.

Polly:  â€œWhen do you get off Sir?”

Motel Clerk:  â€œSeven in the morning.”

Polly:  â€œI’ll be here waiting for you.”

She covers her mouth after saying that, it now hitting her that she’s hitting on him, and not in a playful manner.

Motel Clerk:  â€œI’ll be wanting to go home and get some sleep Miss.”

She uncovers her mouth and now shows a new genuine emotion that we don’t normally see from her, sadness.  She turns on the charm, realizing now that she needs this.  She needs comfort and apparently from him, she likes what she sees.

Polly:  â€œPlease?  Just for a little while?”

Motel Clerk:  â€œI’ll think about it Miss.”

She sees this as a ray of hope and quickly smiles softly back at him.  She nods and silently thanks him before she heads back to her room.  Polly shuts the door, locks it this time, then leans her back up against it and softly talks to herself.

Polly:  â€œI…  I can’t believe I did that.  I…  I…”

Polly is in a trance once again, but one much different from what she was going through earlier this evening when she was but a mile or so from the motel, out on her own in the desert.  Not one of weakness, but one of surprise, as she just leans there against the door for quite some time.

Maybe, just maybe, Polly found something that she needs.  However she knows what she needs when it comes to be in the wrestling ring, and that is far more than just being playful.  She knows she needs to unleash everything she’s got in order to win five more matches and then go on to become the SCW Bombshell World Champion once again.  No matter what happens on the side, it’s clear that she will always find herself at that place where she will blow her top, play her games, and humiliate and destroy all of those who oppose her.  In the end, she will end up happy and smiling that evil smiles, her evil green eyes sparkling as they have so many times in these early stages of her wrestling career.  For Polly, this Sunday night, it all truly begins again.