I'm laying in bed, trying to relax. Garbanzo is licking at my feet. My hair is just starting to grow back, but I still keep it in the wig. I don't want people to see me until my hair fully grows back. Johnny always liked my hair, he'd be devastated to see me like this. I don't want to get up for a while, but I know I need to. I need to go out and get groceries, and see Tiff. My phone rings. I slowly answer it.

Hello?

"The fuck took you so long?"

I don't know who this is.

I don't know who this is.

He sighs.

"Frodo. YOUR FUCKING BOSS."

I thought Shane was my boss? I get confused.

I thought Shane was my boss.

"Shane manages champions, I run Warfare. And Vinnie Lane owns the company. Listen, Ginger, I don't got time to go over all the details, but you're about to earn a shot at the Universal title."

What? I don't want to compete for a title. I lost my hair last time I did.

"You're entered into a gauntlet, and the winner of the gauntlet fights Vinnie for his title."

What if I say no?

"Then I come to Scotland and you suck my cock, and toss my salad."

If I don't do either of those?

"I rape you, in your sleep. And give you C.Diff."

WHAT!?

"Yeah, I'm spreading C.Diff to all the naughty boys and girls."

You're not very nice, you know that?

"I've been told worse."

I hang up, and get to my feet. I need a shower. Frodo made me feel dirty and sick. This is wrong, how could he be the boss? And how could he force me to compete in the gauntlet like that? Threatening me isn't very nice or friendly. I need to call Shane about this. I lift my phone up and start to dial Shane, but then I remember he isn't the owner anymore.

URGH! HUFF

Yes, I am so upset that I actually say the word huff. I need to figure this out. The shower is calling, though. This will get sorted after I shower. I move into the bathroom, and start the shower up. As the water warms up, I begin to get angrier and angrier thinking about the threats he made. That big bully. I wish I wasn't put in this situation, but whatever I can't help it now. Now, I just need to shower and get ready. OH! The water is ready! I strip down and hop in the shower to get all squeaky clean. As I step out of the shower, my mobile rings. It's Tiff! Yay, my Tiff! I answer it, and squeal with joy.

SQUEALLL

Hey, Ginge.

Hey, I got news for you.

Yeah?

I have to fly to America, and compete in a match at Warfare.

Wait, I thought you had taken some time off?

I did. Come over, I'll tell you.

I hang up, and set the phone down. I'm naked, and that needs to be fixed! Tiffany won't be entertained if I hang out with her all naked and stuff. The towel helps get me all dry and and ready for the day, it also helps to cover up my naked body as I go back to my bedroom. Yay! A new orange dress is in my closet, and today seems to be the perfect day to wear it. Yusss. I'm so pretty in it, and I feel like a princess. The wig I put on is tied in a pony tail, and makes me feel even prettier. Oh! There's a ring at the door. Tiffany is here! I need to go see her.

I run to the door and swing it open! It's TIFFANY! She's standing there all pretty and Tiff like. I throw my arms around her and hug her tightly.

So, what happened? You're on vacation, I thought. What happened?

She pushes me aside and cracks her knuckles.

Frodo happened.

What does he have to do with anything?

He runs Warfare now. He told me I have to compete, or do nasty things to him, or he'll rape me.

Tiffany's jaw hits the ground, and her eyes pop out of her skull.

What the hell?

Yeah. I know, he's a bully. Come help me pack, though.

I grab her arm, and pull her towards the bedroom so she can help me pack. We're in my room, and it's a mess. There's a suitcase on the floor, and she scoops it up and puts it on the bed. I start to grab a bunch of swimwear from my closet and throw it into the suitcase. Tiffany grabs the swimwear and pulls it out of the bag, and sets it on the bed. I grab an empty bottle of cocoa cola and put it in the bag. Tiffany pulls it out and throws it in the rubbish bin.

I need that.

She looks at me with confusion.

What the hell?

I throw a stuffed puppy into the bag, and storm to grab the bottle from the bin.

THIS WAS JOHNNY'S LAST BOTTLE OF COKE.

Tiffany is pulling the puppy out of the bag.

Throw it away. It's gonna rot and smell like shit.

I begin to tear up.

I don't want to throw it away. I want to keep it forever and ever.

Tiff just shakes her head and sighs.



I don't want to compete in this match, but I guess management wants me to come in and fight you guys. I guess I also need to show Unknown Soldier how to apply his make up, because, honey, you're not a pretty girl. You could be a pretty girl, you have nice hair, but you're messing up with that make up? Who showed you how do apply mascara? Was it your mom? Oh, honey does she have epilepsy? It's ok, I'll teach you how to get a man, and not look like a mess. And, sweetie, with your complexion black lipstick doesn't look good. It makes it look like you're sick. Oh, and babe, those eyes. You look like you haven't sleep in weeks. What's the matter? Can't sleep because of your repressed love for Peter Gilmour? You wanna scream from the mountains how he makes your heart race? Do it. I won't judge you. Peter's a good looking man.

Eli? You're back, again? How many times do you disappear and reappear when you get bored? Do you need a new hobby? Maybe you could get a job somewhere. I hear that companies in the United States will hire old and sick people to just stand there saying hi to people. With your obvious diabetes, and soon to be missing foot, I'm sure you'll be in a shoe in. Sorry, didn't mean to be offensive there. I know you won't be wearing a proper set of shoes soon.

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