I'm stood on a rooftop staring out over the city. It's not Aberdeen, I'm staring out over New York for some reason. There's a gust of wind, and I hear something. In the distance I hear someone crying for help. One glance down the side of the building, and it's 40 stories down. Without a thought I fall off the building and fly through the air. Yes, I can fly and the wind feels amazing going through my hair. The city flashes beneath me as I go through its aerospace with ease. And then, I land exactly where I need to be. The person calling for help is shocked at me, but doesn't say anything. I look down to my chest, and point to the G on my shirt, it's pink and sparkly.

I'm here to help. I'm Super Ginger. See the G and the hair?

I then use my other hand to point to my hair. It's all cute and red. I don't bother wearing a mask or anything. I want my face to be completely exposed as I save the day. The world needs a hero who won't hide. The woman cocks her head to the side and points at a man with a gun aimed at her head. I guess I overlooked this as I was trying to make her feel safe. Ok, time to go to work. I turn my head to the man, and shoot lasers out of my eyes and they melt his gun. Bashoom! I make laser noises with my mouth as I melt the gun. The woman is shocked at this, and the man drops the gun, and pulls a knife out of his pocket and charges at me. I let out a loud YEEEEEEEEEEEEEE as I chop him across the face. He collapses on the floor and curls up. I pick him and fly though the window I came in from. We're flying, and I hear the man screaming in fear as we head to the police station.

I'm sorry, but you really shouldn't be pulling guns on people. That's just not nice.

We land at the police station, and I set him down on the ground. He's quivering, and an officer is looking at us. He walks over to us, and opens his mouth.

I don't have time to stay and chat. I'm sorry, but he was threatening some woman with a gun, and attacked me with a knife. Super Ginger out!

I take off from the police station and fly away. There's a fire across town, and I need to be there to help put it out. The fire is on Long Island, and I'm in Brooklyn, I think. I don't know New York that well, but I know it's not right around the corner. I can tell I'm getting closer to the fire, though, as it starts to smoke in the sky and I feel the rains coming soon. There it is, right in plain sight. It's a building full of flats and sublets, and I hear kids crying inside of it. I have to help the kids. Fists out, and flying straight for the wall. The wall breaks, and I'm stood on the other side of the wall. I begin to blow out fires as I walk through the building, and find a child hiding under a bed crying. The bed is on fire, so I must work quickly to save her. I blow the fire out, and threw the bed off the kid with my breath. The kid comes running to me, and I hold her as we move through. I hear two more kids, so I have to move quickly. The floor is starting to get wobbly, so I have her hold onto my leg tightly, and we just float through building as we search for the rest of the kids. The roof starts to fall in on us, so I float faster. We're at the second kid, three flats over. He's screaming at the window for help as flames engulf the room he's in.

Come here, mate. I got you.

With my breath, I blow the fires out and the child comes running to me, and I grab him up. I help him onto my back and we move further in the building looking for the child. I listen intently, and he's on the top floor. I can either fly through the window, and drop these two off, or I can take them with me to save the kid. Listening to the child's screaming, I realise I don't have time to drop these two off, and can't fly though the ceilings to get to them. I have to go to the stairwell, and go up that way. At least I can move faster than the average person, so this goes ok. In the stairwell, I fly up and hear the kids screaming in glee as we whoosh. I make whooshing noises, and they seem to enjoy it. On the top floor, I'm standing there listening to the child. I figure which direction the child is at. We move with super human speed, and find the child is stuck behind a fridge trying to stay safe. There's no fires up here yet, but he still hides. I move cautiously towards him, the smells of fire, soot, and smoke fill my nose, and move to my brain. It's invigorating, and frightening at the same time. He sees me floating towards him, I know he does, he looks vaguely excited, oh and I just learned the word vaguely the other day. So proud of myself. The child comes to meet me half way. His tiny fingers grab my wrist, and I pull him close. We fly out of the window near the boy, and land safely. The kids climb off, and I blow on the building really hard. It collapses into rubble and smoldering ashes. Smoldering, that's another word I just learnt.

Before anyone can say anything else to me I fly off. Another person calling for help, and I head there. This one is super close by, and I arrive almost immediately. I find the situation is one I'm not comfortable with. Suddenly a void opened up underneath a mother pushing her stroller. I can only save one, but who do I save. Who do I save? This isn't fair. Why isn't this fair. And then I hear the laughter. Some evil and mean laughter, and I'm getting scared. It's getting louder.


And then I wake up. And next to me laughing is the bloke I brought home last night. He's looking at his mobile, and there's pictures of cats. Urgh, it was a bad dream.





I'm booked in a match? Against Chris Chambers, someone who I know has been compared to me before. What was it that Robert Bourbon called you? Oh, a dollar store version of me. The difference between us is that you need your book and your cross to be a good man. I don't, I just need my brother. We both had bouts with the drink, and we're both flawed, I know it. I admit it, and I hope you admit it. We're trying to make the world a better place, and we both were up and comers in the federation. You're wanting to follow me footsteps, and that's admirable. But the truth is, your path to the top stops with me. You've had a decent run, but it won't go on. Let's check your record, and why you think you stand a chance against me. You beat Dillinger. Ok, he's the Intercontinental Champion, so you beat a champion. I did that, and got 2 belts for it. Plus my run as Federweight Champion. You fought Peter Gilmour, and lost. I fought him and won, and made him marry a man. You fought John Madison, and lost? That's admirable, a lot of people lose to him. Even if he is an out of shape former wrestler, who needed help from Peter Gilmour to get into shape to fight, and I beat Peter. You won against Robert, and Jakob Davis. Ok, I lost to Robert, and Jakob, but I never really wanted to fight Jakob. Why would I want to fight him? It didn't do anything for me. I don't dislike him, and I didn't opt in for the match. I was put in and told I had to compete or be fired. On top of the things going on with Thomas Girard at the time.

But you? You're going to be a win I take home. You won't stand a chance, which is kind of sad because the odds are stacked against me. I'm placing a bet, or trying to, on me to win and then I'm taking the prize money and buying myself a match. And with my match, I'm going to also use the chance to censor my opponent, so he can't talk about Johnny. I also just purchased the chance to add a stipulation. When I win, and I will, I want you to have to take me to dinner, and do as I say for 24 hours straight. Are you ready for that? Because, I am. I have plans for you.

I wink and shut the camera off.

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