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 ~When I said I would never stop, I was not lying.  I would have won this past Sunday if Song didn’t choose to take the easy way out.  She knew all well and good that I was going to finish her off if I had made it back into the ring.  She was scared, and trust me everybody, she was shaking for the entire match.  And many say I have issues?  Clearly she has more, as she did not even want to properly finish the match against me where it counts… in the ring!~

~I’ll come back to her soon enough though, as I’m sure her tag team partner might be interested in what I have to say.  However for now, something else is of the utmost importance.  As this weekend comes to a close, I take on the bombshell that holds the last bombshell singles title that I have not clutched yet.~

~Heh, I bet everyone thinks I am WAAAAAY over my head here on this one, being it is to be contested in Roulette Division Rules, meaning whatever type of match pops up, thanks to the spin of the wheel.  I’ve been here before though.  I’ve had an encounter with these rules before, and honestly, that encounter was a farce and a means to try to anger me and get me to leave Sin City Wrestling.  Well, to my good ole friend Amy, I’M STILL HERE!!!~

~This time around under those rules though, I get to take on the Bombshell Roulette Champion, Samantha Marlowe, one on one.  I may be considered the underdog by you all, but in actuality I am the favorite.  I have competed in two Hell In A Cell matches in under one year’s time and I haven’t missed a beat.  Sam’s in for a long night, as I don’t care what stipulation the wheel stops on.  I’m ALWAYS ready for a game.  I’m ALWAYS ready to play.~

~The question is Sam, are you? …~



Friday, August 4, 2017
Stateline, Nevada
Lake Tahoe…

As the sun sets Polly walks by the shoreline, with her iPhone in hand, looking down at the screen.  She looks up after a few seconds and just has a rather pissed off look on her face.

Polly:  â€œGrrrr!  I HATE this!  Little to NO cell service out here.  I can’t even call him!”

These days the “him” she is referring to could either be her father or Paul from Prescott Valley, but from her tone, it’s more likely to believe she is referring to her dad.  She gives up trying and frustratingly puts her cell phone into her purse and just keeps walking along the infamous lake, until she comes upon a couple of fishermen.  It’s here that she stops and observes them as they both are able to catch some rainbow trout.

Polly:  â€œHmm, if only they knew not all things are easy to accomplish.  It’s not all rainbows.”

Polly slowly saunters up to them.  One happens to look and see her coming.  Upon seeing his glance, Polly slows her pace down even more, pretty much teasing him and making him watch and stare, as she oh so slowly gets closer and closer, but not too close. Finally she is as close as she wants to get.

Polly:  â€œHey, catching anything good?”

Taller Fisherman:  â€œYes.  Rainbow trout are delicious.  Have you tried any before?”

Polly thinks a moment before replying.

Polly:  â€œMmmm, yeah.  My dad’s taken me fishing plenty of times, never here though.  It looks like you guys have a decent pile.”

He looks now down at their catch.

Taller Fisherman:  â€œI guess we do.  You should probably get going though Miss, it’s starting to get dark.  We’re heading out in a few minutes.  You don’t want to get caught out here after dark.”

Polly:  â€œOh I’ll be fine.”

Taller Fisherman:  â€œAre you here with anyone?”

Polly:  â€œNo.  But I’m a tough gal.  The way I’m feeling right now, a big ole grizzly bear would lose to me.”

He looks her up and down, as does his partner now too.

Taller Fisherman:  â€œI highly doubt that.  Look, my friend and I can escort you to where your car is.”

Polly puts her left right hand up in a stop position.

Polly:  â€œNo.  I walked here, and I’ll walk back.  I’m not staying all that far anyways.”

Taller Fisherman:  â€œWell okay then.  Just don’t get eaten alive.  That would be a shame.”

Polly:  â€œOh?”

Taller Fisherman:  â€œYou’re a pretty young lady.  If something bad happened to you, I’d feel bad, even though I don’t know you.”

Polly:  â€œEh heh.”

Polly makes that nervous sound and slowly backs away from the two fishermen, just as they are about to pack up.  She then picks up her pace into a run until she’s back at her starting point on the other side of the lake.  She stops for a moment or two to breathe before she picks it back up and heads back to the lodge she is staying in.  Once there she sits in the small lobby lodge.  The female clerk at the desk takes notice of her, and being she isn’t busy, she calls out to Polly.

Clerk:  â€œHey, are you okay?”

Polly doesn’t even look at her.  She breathes a few times before at least offering up a verbal response.

Polly:  â€œYeah, I’m fine.  I can handle myself.  I don’t need anybody else except for those that matter to me, and I sure as heck don’t need to take shortcuts to solve a problem!  Okay?!”

Clerk:  â€œWhoa.  Okay.  I’ll get back to work.  I’m sorry I intervened.  Enjoy your stay as much as possible.”

Those remarks Polly doesn’t respond to, though she does speak as she gets up off the couch and stomps off to her assigned room.

Polly:  â€œGeez!  Why can’t a girl just be ALONE!!!”

The clerk’s eyes go wide, but she then shakes her head and gets back to being bored at the check-in desk.  She does jump a little as Polly’s room door slams shut.  Now that she’s alone though, Polly stomps right over to the desk to see that for once the internet connection is actually working.  Quickly she hops right to work and gets out her recording equipment in order to vlog away, while she can…

Polly:  â€œWell, well, well!  I bet my last opponent is probably a happy little Songbird being she had to take the coward’s way out in the end and not fight me to the conclusion she knew was coming anyways!  I know a few people that were having an absolute field day with the result too, but they shall go unnamed.  They know who they are, and believe you me, their times to fail and lose their championships will come soon enough… when they least suspect it!”

“Look at my opponent for this Climax Control, Samantha Marlowe.  She was the one that ended the unmentionable one’s extremely long and clearly basically lazy nine month title reign at the top of the bombshell mountain.  So am I going to take Sam seriously?  Absolutely I am!  I’m not going to be like Mikah, because I don’t want to be a THING like her!  The only thing that’s important that she has is the Bombshell Internet Championship.  It’s the only thing that keeps her relevant.  The moment she loses it, she’ll melt away.”

“But you and I Sam, neither of us have melted away.  We have both kept fighting and fighting hard, while she goes ahead and takes vacations and takes on non-title matches like crazy.  The two of us both push ourselves, but me more than you.  That is the reason for why I wanted to take these five matches on before I go back for the Bombshell World Championship!  I enjoy pushing myself, I enjoy new challenges, and I enjoy playing games and messing with everyone in sight!”

Polly pauses and takes a huge breath, which even pushes a few down-hanging strands of her blonde hair upwards.  After they fall back down she brushes them aside and continues, sighing.

Polly:  â€œLately though, a certain few haven’t been playing by the rules in my Playpen.  I’ll say this Sam, champ, I hope you play by the rules.  Our match may be Roulette Rules, but I sure as hell hope you don’t try any of the antics that Mikah or Song have, because seriously if you do, it might not be long before I take the Bombshell Roulette Championship for you, thus completing my singles titles collection.  Luckily for you right now, that championship is not my aspiration.  I’m heading back up for the top, and I chose you to be a step on that road for a VERY good reason.  It’s because you do provide a challenge.  We’re both of championship material Sam, and honestly, if you try questionable tactics or any shady antics, you will bring the merit of not just your championship reign, but the merit of yourself too!”

“Personally I don’t think you would do such a thing, but I’m not naïve.  I’m expecting anything and everything when it comes to anybody.  I won’t allow my eyes to be blind.  Yet it seems like so many are blind to what I want, and what I’m trying to accomplish.  That is why they all end up humiliated and embarrassed, and feel the lowest they’ve ever felt, after they’ve lost to me.”

“And they should because it’s EXACTLY what they all deserve!  As for what I deserve, I deserve to be treated with some respect.  I know I’ve only been here for a bit over a year now, but I am a legit, fearsome, very able competitor.  If you don’t give me every little thing that I deserve Sam, trust me, I WILL lose it, and this Sunday if you try anything stupid, I will NOT be held back from going after you with everything I’ve got!”

“That said, either way, you will be hearing YOU LOST when you last hear my voice out here in Lake Tahoe.  No, you won’t walk out title-less, but you won’t be walking out with handing me another… blemish.  As a parting gift, you won’t be able to take solace in the fact that this is Christian trying to screw you either.  If he REALLY wanted you to lose your championship Sam, this would be a title match.  But it’s not, so you can’t complain.  Instead, perhaps you should, you know, just come on out to the ring and… gasp… wrestle like you mean it!  Because in my eyes, you defeating Jessie Salco doesn’t mean much.  I’ve been there and done that, as have most of the rest of the Bombshells here.  You shouldn’t hang your hat on that.  You SHOULD be focusing on what’s right in front of you.  This is an opportunity for you too, to prove yourself against someone such as myself, that WILL be the World Bombshell Champion once again, and once again soon!”

Polly’s angry expression has not gone away, and from the looks of things, she will probably carry it with her to both supper and then probably to bed too.  She grunts not once, but twice, before putting out the remains of what’s on her troubled but beautiful mind.

Polly:  â€œAfter I’m done with you Sam, there is only one more Bombshell on my list.  I’ve already been roadblocked by two, and I will NOT allow myself to face any more stumbling blocks on my way back to my contractual rematch for the World Bombshell Championship that I lost to Crystal.  I’m going to finish earning my way back to that point the hard way though, as the easy way is just definitely no fun.  No fun at all!  This Sunday at Climax Control, as long as you keep to your part of the bargain and stay true to yourself, it will be fun fighting you, fun dismantling you piece by piece, fun getting you down on your knees, and flat out the best fun ever as I humiliate you right before I defeat you.  You won’t forget me, though then again… no one ever does!”

With no wasted movement Polly blows an angry kiss towards the web camera she has plugged into her laptop.  She then ends the feed and slams the lid of her laptop down.  After Polly paces around the room some, she chooses to re-exit back out into the hallway and head for supper in the lodge’s dining room.

Maybe it will cool her down some, but likely not.  If it doesn’t, the fans of Samantha Marlowe should feel bad for Samantha.  Because it is VERY clear that Polly will not be allowing anyone to outplay her anymore.