Polly Playtime vs. Jamison Logan/The One

[TheOne]

{PROMO}

Moment by moment, time after time, I walk out into the SCW Universe, I hear such a mixed reaction for who I am, and what I am here to do.  People don't seem to realize why I am here.  They aren't listening to what I am saying.  They're taking this notion that change is evil and change is bad, and pushing it toward me like I am not a good person or wanting the best for SCW.  That's not true... Quite honestly, I want the best for the future.

I've said from the beginning, SCW had fallen into a trap.  It had become something of its own worst enemy.  It is somewhere that had become the safe haven for everyone, including myself, who was looking for an opportunity.  But because it was so welcoming, what did it do?  It opened the door for people like the Frosts, the Streets, the Syrens, people like that of the world to just come in and be all over everything.  No longer was it a hospitable environment for newcomers because these few were holding the masses back.  And that's where i have a major problem and that is where I decided that if someone had to be the one who stood up and fought back, I would gladly do it.

I'm not doing it to be a martyr... I'm doing it because I'm THE ONE to do it!

Last Wednesday, I faced someone who's size was their strength and proved to the world that, as the saying goes, size doesn't matter.  Size doesn't matter when you're being choked out in the middle of the ring.  Size doesn't matter when the blood to your brain is no longer flowing.  And it wasn't about me doing things a specific way, I simply adapted to what the guy did, and I asserted my game plan.  I showed the world why I am the Working Woman's Champion of this business and this industry.  And on top of it all, I began to send messages again.  I made sure that members of that elitist group of superstars who held others back were on notice.  I wanted, once again, to make sure that people saw me for who I am.

I'm no good girl...

I'm no bad girl...

I am The One, and I'm out to earn my right to be myself again.  

What happened inside the Chamber was a result of my mission.  It meant hurting someone.  It meant taking someone out who people liked.  It meant making someone scream for pain as family watched on in horror.  But it did what I do best and that is send a message. I made it clear to everyone when I first got to SCW that I was taking out the elitist who have damaged the reputation of this place.  And I think people began to forget that because when I hurt Deanna I did it for a reason.  She was one of those people who I wanted to see taken out.  It wasn't personal, but it was part of the plan.  So whether it rubbed people the wrong way or people understood, what's done is done.  And that should tell you something about me.   I'm no hero.  I'm no villain.  I am willing to fight for "good" and I am willing to cut corners, and do whatever it takes to win.  Because that's what this is about, isn't it?  Winning?  Winning is what everyone bases their livelihoods and reputations on in this business.

But what is a win, if not a feeling of success?

So for some that may be the ole win to loss record.  For me, however, I don't base my life around numbers.  I base it around results.  When I came to SCW I got myself disqualified after winning a match because in the end, the result was sending a message to the Bearded Man.  I may have not won the Chamber match itself, but watching the Frost siblings reaching for one another, desperately trying to save face and limbs, was a win in my books because it put the two of them on notice as well.  It let them know, when it comes to my list of names, they're on it, they're enemies, and they're going to be dealt with accordingly.

But luckily for them, what they both had to endure from an emotional and physical standpoint inside that Chamber was just a warning shot for the future.  Because I wanted to plant the seeds for the future in their minds, but have them know that, now, they don't know when they next round is coming.  They don't know what direction it's coming from.  They'll always be looking over their shoulders and wondering if I am there.

Come Breakdown, however, I will make it easy for them.  I'll make it well known where I am.  I will make sure they have their eyes on me at all times.  Why?  Because while they are trembling in their sparkling boots, one of my earliest opponents in SCW comes full circle and faces me once again.  And Polly Pocket Pussy, the last time you were in the ring with me, you were in a fatal fourway, and guess who won that?  It wasn't Polly.  It wasn't the legend that is Katie Steward.  No, it was The One.  It was me.  It was the woman who has continued to break down barriers and has become THE CHAMPION, who defines what a new face can do in SCW.

But now our paths cross, one on one, and you, a challenger, against me, a champion.

Polly, I may make a mockery of your name and act like you are not a challenge to my reign, but I'm not ignorant.  I am not stupid.  You aren't getting a match against me because SCW doesn't have qualified opposition.  It is because you have proven that you are worthy of a match against me, and that is something I have to take seriously.  I have to accept that you may not be the same Polly Playtime that I saw in that fatal fourway.  I have to accept that you may have gotten better.  But the fact of the matter is, you're walking into a match with me, who is also not the same person.  That was a newcomer in SCW.  That was a person who many were unsure of and unaware of.  That was someone who many felt could be a flash in the pan.

Now I am the Television Champion!

And what have I done since becoming the Television Champion?  I've embraced the role.  I have embraced the grind.  I have taken the idea of facing all challengers, one by one, and not backing down.  And then, when I don't back down, I end up rising to the occasion and winning.  This title is a grind.  It is not one that truly creates long title reigns because of the fact that you have to go out and constantly fight and defend your title.  You have to be willing to not fight the same battle week after week because everyone is watching.  Anyone on that roster could be your next opponent, and everyone knows it.  So they watch.  And I presume you have watched me.  But it means that every time I step into the ring I have to bring something different.  I have to bring something new.  I have to expect the unexpected.

And that's what I am going to do with you...

You will not surprise me...

You will not have something I haven't seen...

You will not catch me ill-prepared...

Your size, I am not taking for granted...

You see, Polly, when you walk into that ring with JUST me, JUST The One, you will be walking into a battle you couldn't have mentally prepared for.  Your attitude, your psychological games, your hopes and dreams of making me feel stupid, will simply make your night even more shitty.  You see, I don't play nice when people try and get all cutesy with me.  I don't appreciate someone who tries ot make another look dumb, solely for amusement.  So what do I plan on doing?  If you try your little games with me, I will make sure you hurt in ways you didn't know were possible.  I will make sure you are the one who ends up looking stupid.  I will make sure you are the one who ends up feeling like a fool.  And while I may not be like you and take delight in your foolish look, I will not hesitate to crack a smile when you finally realize you have met your match.

And you will meet it in The One...

Games won't win you a championship.  Games will bring you pain.  Games will put you in a category you don't want to be in.  Just ask the Frosts what being in THAT category has done for them.  It has caused them pain.  It will do the same for you.  And your size, I'm not taking it for granted either.  You may be small, you may be tiny, but that doesn't mean that your body will react any different than someone exponentially larger.  It doesn't mean that you won't be begging the referee to call for the bell as your vision begins to tunnel, as your body begins to go limp.  It makes you mortal.  It makes you another victim.  It makes you the next person who will try and outdo the champion, and come up just a bit too, well, short.  And it'll let the world know that I truly can adapt to anyone, anytime, and  come out on top.

Face it... Polly Pocket, while you may have evolved, you will continue to not "measure up" to me...

And you can take that as a promise AND a guarantee... Just like death, taxes, and The ONE!