The tall man and I were standing in my parlour, and Tiffany had left already. She was made slightly uncomfortable by the tall man's appearance, and me letting him inside. I'm sat on my couch wondering what he wants, while he paces my room trying to find words. I can hear his breathing, and can sense his nervousness. I decide to help him out, by speaking for him.

So, who are you?


"Madame, I am Thomas Girard. The Savage Saturday Night General Manager, and personal assistant to Frodo Smackins."

I'm slightly confused. What does Frodo's assistant want with me? Is it not enough that he make me fight in Africa, but now he sends his assistant to make sure I go to it?I'm not going to run away from my obligations, even if someone else did obligate me to them. I hope Thomas explains why he's here pretty quickly, otherwise this is going to be really nerve wrecking. Please please explain, and please make it a good explanation.

"I'm not here on any official business, madame. I come for personal reasons."

He gulps, this makes me nervous. Why am I nervous? This is panic. This is fear. Oh my god. I can't breathe. I am hyper...Hyper...That stupid word where you can't breathe so you try and breathe rapidly.

"Ginger, you're hyperventilating."

That's the word. Yeah. I'm hyperventilating. He sits down and takes a deep breath. I take one and release it. This helps. I do it again.

What are you here for, if not work?

There's one more sigh. A deep one, but it's not from me. It's from Thomas. He's nervous, and I can't tell what's made him nervous. And then it hits me. Not literally hits me, that wouldn't be pleasant, this was a pleasant kind of hit. It's a huge surprise, but I'm not hating it. He kisses me. Yep. Right there on the lips. I'm taken back, but then I instinctively lean into it. He's actually a good kisser. Not as good as Johnny, though. I stop him from kissing me, something is bothering me.

Did you just come here to kiss me?

"Erm. No. I'm here for a little more than that."

He's turning bright red, and adjusting his collar. It hits me, and now I'm blushing.

Oh, you want this.

Sheepishly I reach out and hold his hand. With my other hand I draw him in for another kiss. I like this. He seems to like it, as well. For a minute, and then his hand leaves mine. Stupid Ginger, I did something wrong. He doesn't want to hold my hand. He just wants to kiss me. I'm not at hand holding level yet. Ok, maybe I'll get there. Oh, something's on my chest. It's a hand. Thomas is grabbing my booby. I did not expect this. I pull back.

Um. What are you doing?

"I want to, ah... Vas te faire encule."

I don't speak German.

"French. That was French."

I don't speak that either.

"Mes excuses. Je voudrais mettre ma bite à l'intérieur de vous."

His hand is back on my booby, he is rubbing my nipple. I kind of like it.

Um.... h...h...huh?

I should have worn a bra today. This isn't good, he can tell that I'm having a good time.

"My apologies. I am having trouble, how you say, finding the words in English. Allow me to show you?"

He doesn't move his hand from its perch, just rubs it some more. I like this, so I bite my lip and nod my head. I think I know what he wants, and I won't say no. Without saying a word, he pulls his hand away, and stands up. He's in front of me, and quickly drops to his knees. I'm confused. This isn't what I was expecting. Suddenly his hands are on my belt, and they're trembling as he works on it. It comes open, and he begins to mess with the fly on my trousers. They're open, and he starts to pull them down, I lift myself into the air and help him out, my knickers come with them. I'm sat there, holding my little boobies while he buries his face between my thighs, and I am loving it. Thomas knows exactly how to make me feel good with his tongue. I thought Johnny was good, but I was wrong. Oh, I'm filling up with pleasure. My body is shaking. I hear him chuckling as he stays down there. I can't help it, my legs wrap around his neck, and my hand moves down to his hair. I wrap my fingers in it, and hold him in place.


Whatever...whatever... Whatever you're doing, keep it up.

He's chuckling, and pulling himself back, despite my attempts to keep him there. He stands up, and his chin is shiny with my love on it.

"Oh, no my dear. That was just to get you ready. You cum quick, I am afraid."

I cum quickly? That's a first for me. Without saying a thing, he's dropped his trousers, and is standing there in just a pair of black and pink shorts. His shirt is pulled over his head, and quickly tossed to the floor. I lean in and help him to lower the shorts, showing me his bare and hard member. It's not the biggest, but it looks like it'll get the job done. He pushes me back, leans down and slides inside of me. He begins to thrust violently, fill me up with happiness. This feels so good, and I can't help but start to shake. He pauses for a second.

"I have peculiar interests in this regard. Will you allow me to express them?"

This is feeling so good I can't possibly say no. I nod and squeak a little. I would be embarrassed, except I can tell he's enjoying this. I thrust my hips into his, trying to get him to thrust for me some more. His hands reach up, and begin to touch my neck. I look down, and try to kiss them, he takes one of his hands and pushes my face back up. His grip with the other hand tightens, and then is met with the hand he used to push my face up. Oh, god. He's choking me. He's thrusting inside of me, and choking me. This feels so good. I'm shaking, and I feel him tensing. I see his body flexing, and man is he toned. God, he feels so good inside of me. I'm beginning to have trouble breathing. Oh, it's going black. Hmmm. I'm seeing his stomach all toned and nice. Tingling all over. Nope, Not seeing anything.


I wake up in my bed, completely naked and covered in sweat. Thomas is sitting on my bed next to me. He looks like he's nervous. I hope he's not. What he did was really good, until I blacked out. That wasn't good. I cough, and he turns to me. Maybe he didn't know I was awake.

"Oh, good. You woke up. I was worried because of how long you were out."

I try and scratch my head, but I'm too weak to move my arms.

What... what.... what happened?

"I choked you, and you orgasmed and passed out. I stopped, and brought you in here."

This makes sense, but why am I naked? And why did he choke me? I am feeling a little better so I try and talk in full sentences.

Ok, but why did you choke me in the first place? And why am I shirtless?

He's holding a bottle of water. I didn't notice this before. He takes a drink of it. I want that water.

"Oh, um. I like to have rough and sometimes violent sex. I apologize, my dear. I should have told you. Did you like it?"

I nod, and reach over to grab his water. He doesn't seem to fight me on this. I take a drink of it, and begin to feel better.

I've never been choked. I kind of liked it. But, why am I naked?

"Oh, um. I was kind of curious about your little tits. I figured it was ok. Also, I finished myself in your panties."

I look down at the girls, and they are pretty cute. I look at Thomas, and he's ready again. I'm still turned on.

If you don't choke me, can we do it again?

"Yeah, but turn around, and get on all fours."

I do as he says, and he gets behind me, and slides inside of me. Ok, this is new. He goes about thrusting inside of me, and it feels so good. He starts to slap my butt, and it feels good, then it keeps getting harder. Oh, he's really hurting it right now. This is so interesting. I'm moaning louder than I've ever moaned before.

Harder, you little bitch. Go as hard as you can. I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow!

He does as he's told. I don't even know where that came from, but I liked it. And then I feel something slide into my butthole. I don't like that.

Get that out of there, now!

He pulls whatever it was out of my butthole, and begins to slam into me hard, my head hits the wall, and then he pulls back, and I hit the wall again. This continues, and I cum like 4 times before he thrusts one final thrust and leaves it all inside of me. Oh, I needed that.

Ok, that was fun. But, don't put stuff up the backdoor anymore. I don't like that at all.

He's panting, but he nods before getting to his feet and walking to the bathroom.

"Right, I'm gonna go shower. Join me?"

Sure, when I can walk again.


Wow. Peter's all fired up and ready to take me down. He thinks this will be the biggest test he's ever faced. Ok, I guess that's something positive for me. I'm the biggest threat that Peter has ever faced, except the task of seeing over his stomach to find his thingy so he can aim when he pees. Or, did he sit down to pee like I do? I sit down because I can't aim, and I like to think Peter has the same problem. What with his thingy being smaller than his chances of winning this match against me. In case you missed it, Peter, those odds are almost zero. Almost like the number of words Peter can read. I think he's at 5 now. That's fine, I'm not the best at reading either. I ask George to read a lot of stuff for me.

I don't have the time to explain to Peter why he's so wrong about everything, but I do want to point out to Peter that he did lose his title to Chris MacBeth, and still hasn't got it back. He also won't be pinning me to get another title at the Pay Per View. In fact, Peter, it's a good thing that you're not booked in a tag title match at the Pay Per View, because if you were I'm sure you'd lose that as well. I wouldn't expect to hold onto much of anything for a while, Peter. You're looking at the long spiral down from here. Or, maybe it will be super quick and be a massive drop right to the bottom. I can see it now, Peter vs Ghost Tank, a contest to see who could lose to Ginger the most times.

Let's not forget that the last time you and I stepped into the ring together, I has Todd in a submission, and he was tapping out while Maverick got John Black to tap, and you were outside of the ring looking for your lost plate of Chicken Parm. And then let's remember that you're bragging about being a tag team champion, with no team. Your partners have mostly vanished. Makaveli hasn't been seen since he lost his title to Ophelia McVeigh, and Dim has been gone for a while. Gee, Peter. Maybe I should go after the tag titles with Michael McBride, and take them from you. We're both tired of being under English law, so it makes sense that we would form a tag team. You'd object, wouldn't you? Or, are you now wanting to be his best friend since he handed you a win over Felix Braddock? Wait. Neither you, nor Felix were involved in that finale, and Felix was given the reward for that match, not you. Must be because management knows you're a leeching partner who let Michael do all of the work while you stuffed your face with pasta and tried to sound tough.

Peter, you're not intimidating me, or anyone. I think even King Henry laughed at you trying to sound scary. I know, I'm sorry, you're really trying, but it's hard to take a man seriously when he threatens me and he has spaghetti sauce around his mouth, and a spaghetti-oh on his chin. Do you eat Chef Boyardee and speak in a bad Italian accent while you cook it? Or, rather yell it in a bad accent while you threaten women to make it for you. To mask the fact that deep down you know that you'll never be as tough or intimidating as this little girl. Or, maybe you're angry because you've never actually been able to pleasure a woman. Oh, I know, you've got that impressive thing. But, something Johnny told me comes to mind. Men who have to brag about it, don't got it. Peter, I don't think you've ever made a woman cum. That's a term I just learnt. I don't think you know what a woman orgasming feels like, which is sad. Maybe you're trying to compensate for the fact that Rose Smith has a bigger thing than you do.

Right, I know about that. And I know that the girl in your promo, that's Rose Smith. You can try and tell us it's another person, but you were bragging about her looking just like that earlier, and now you're trying to bring someone in and tell us it's not Rose. Or, did Rose Smith finally get her surgery to become a real woman, and decide to change her name to hide from you and your creepy ways? Only for you to find her again and threaten her if she didn't join you. Poor Rose Smith, and poor Maria. I can't believe I didn't see that you're super abusive, unwashed, and creepy before. Actually, I have an interesting idea. Perhaps Peter is actually a woman, trying to act like a man? Maybe she wants to become a man, but doesn't know how a man is supposed to act, so she imitates this terrible idea of what a man is, and just creeps around everyone. That would explain why I keep hearing about Peter peeping on men in the locker rooms, and telling them to suck his dick.

It would also explain why I heard about Peter trying to lure a little kid to have sex with him on a beach using a pizza. Peter, that is just really creepy and gross. Peter, you won't be winning the match, or getting to have a sex slave for a month. But, you will be getting a new wife, Mariah Dinkey. I don't think it was said anywhere that anyone would have to change their name to that, but I probably missed that. Not like the stipulations are easily viewable.

Hell in a Cell match.
If Peter wins he gets an IC title shot, and Ginger has to be his sex slave for a month.
If Ginger wins, Peter has to divorce Maria and get a new wife, named Mariah Dinkey.

Oh, wait. Yeah, they are. And there you have it, nowhere does it say anything about a name change. Peter, can you pay attention to anything? You rarely lose in the cage? Peter, I think I've only seen you win one match in a cage. One match. You almost always lose your hardcore matches. I have a better record inside of cages than you do. And we did face off before. For the Hart Title, which I won in my debut. I then won the IC belt less than a year later. And I got a shot at the Universal title almost immediately after being here as well. Everything you threaten to do, I've already done. In much less time. Peter, you're less of an athlete than I am. I really hope you see that.

YOU PROGRAMMED A CLONE TO LOVE YOU! You're creepy like that. No woman who actually knows you could possibly love you. I tried to be your friend, and you threatened to rape me, Peter. You destroyed our friendship by being super creepy and gross. You're not more classy than you were before, you're literally saying the same creepy things to me now that you did then. You do this to all of the girls in the federation. Because you're not a gentleman, you're a creepy lonely person trying to pretend to be a man. You're just manky and gross. I feel like I need a shower after talking to you. Like, for real. Peter you're so gross it hurts me.

Why are you believing that Maria just recently got AIDs? She had AIDs when I first started, and she had AIDs before you married her. I watched the gross wedding on tv. It was almost rape the way you did it. You're a super creep, Peter, and you're incredibly ignorant when it comes to the world around you. Either that, or you're just really good at playing dumb. I doubt you're good at playing dumb, since you're so very incredibly disgusting and not very bright. The fact that you're claiming to just now be coming to realise your soon to be ex wife has AIDs is shocking, since you did promo after promo about her getting treatment for the AIDs, and then somehow claiming a single pill cured it. Peter, I ain't the brightest, but even I know that's not how the world works.

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