I pull my mobile out and call Peter up. I wanna talk about his bad attempt at being mean to me in his video. It goes to voice mail.

Peter, I don't want to be mean, but you didn't take me to my limits. I took you to yours pretty quickly though. Or, are you going to forget that I pinned you for the three count twice? After I got you almost pass out with my Llama Clutch.

(07-06-2016, 09:10 PM)Vincent Lane Said: Ginger throws the chair down, and rolls Peter over before locking in a patented move of her own: THE LLAMA CLUTCH!

Dewey: Throw out the Camel, this is the Llama Clutch! Peter is blubbering and Ginger does NOT want to be his sex slave for any amount of time.

The referee raises Peter’s hand and it falls…

He raises it again and it falls…









He raises it again and…




THERE IS LIFE! THERE IS LIFE IN PETER GILMOUR!

(07-06-2016, 09:10 PM)Vincent Lane Said: Peter is groggy as Ginger hooks his head and… GINGER SNAPS SUPLEX! She covers him!



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THREEEEEEE! But the referee is still down!

She goes to wake up the official and as she does, Peter begins to stir. He begins pulling himself up by the ropes as Ginger takes the bag and begins pouring the contents out on the steel chair. THUMBTACKS! Peter staggers towards her and…



GINGER SNAPS SUPLEX ONTO THE TACKS ONTO THE CHAIR! GINGER HOOKS A LEG AS THE REFEREE STAGGERS OVER!







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THREEEEEEEEEEEE!

And here you have more footage Peter, you didn't take me to my limits, not even a little. So, I'm sorry, Peter. But you're not good enough to take me my limits. You're not good enough to beat me. I'm really sorry, but you won't be beating me for the title. Add it to the list of titles Ginger takes. I wish you wouldn't talk yourself up this much, because it only makes it sadder for you when you lose. Which is what you do, a lot. You're kind of the opposite of me, aren't you? You make me feel smart, Peter. Which is hard for most people, but you make it look so easy. You and Mia are really good at making me feel smart. Although, I don't know why you guys insist on being liars, though. That's not fun. I also don't understand why you're attacking Thomas Girard for claiming Mia has C.Diff, because he didn't actually make the claim. Frodo did. I also don't know how you guys are talking like Mia was smart enough to swap samples for Thomas.

(07-24-2016, 05:09 PM)Peter Fn Gilmour Said: Peter is in the back holding his head in his hands, knowing another opportunity went through his hands. Mia Yim is standing over him rubbing his back, giving him a sexy massage. Peter lifts his head as it seems he likes it.

Peter: I can't believe I lost AGAIN! I had that case in my hands but that devil worshipping cock sucker Morbid took my case. And what's worse, my ex Rose Smith got turned into Mark Wahlberg for 3 weeks. And now you got C-Diff. Im so sick of Frodo Smackins.... fuck this..

Peter gets up and throws his chair clear across the room. Peter is PISSED as Mia looks on with a smile on her face.

Mia: Uh babe...

Peter: I'm going to kill Frodo on the next Warfare. I'm done putting up with his shit! I'm gonna end his ....

Mia: BABE!

Peter: WHAAAAAAAAAT!

Mia pulls Peter close and kisses him passionately. Peter pulls back and wonders why Mia kissed him knowing she has a very bad disease.

Peter: What a minute. You kissed me. But...

Mia pulls out a bottle from her back pocket and it seems it has urine in it. We can see her name is on it. Did Mia pull a switcharoo on Thomas Girard? She begins to smile wickedly as Peter does the same. He hugs his new girlfriend as he looks into the camera.

Peter: Hey Girard! Nice try! I'm always one step ahead.. You tested Apple Juice you stupid . My girl is perfectly healthy just like she is the perfect woman. So Frodo, Girard.. all I can say to you two fags is..

SUCK

MY

Mia: DICK!

Peter and Mia laugh wickedly as they leave their locker room.

There's that, where you guys didn't even know a stool sample was poo, and somehow thought it was pee. And not even smart enough to realise that when they tested it, there'd be a noticeable difference between pee and apple juice. Boy, Peter, you're not very good at making people believe you, are you? And while we're on it, Peter, why are you hanging out with Mia. Shouldn't you be trying to see if your wife is ok? He was in a wrestling match when he shouldn't have been. And how could you have possibly had the cure for Rose Smith turning into Mark Whalberg for 3 weeks when you don't even know the difference between poo and pee?


And Peter, one more important question for you. I really hope you think about it long and hard before you answer. The answer will explain a lot about you. Was your mum and dad brother and sister? On that note, I know you said your dad shagged your sister, which is wrong, but did he also shag you? Is that why you're so dead set on trying to make sure every one knows how special you think you are? Go get help, Peter. You're kind of sad.

I hang my phone up and I get into the car. I hand the driver an address, and he drives towards it. The drive is silent, except for the sounds of the radio. It's playing some talk radio. They're discussing how bad Donald Trump is for America. But, honestly, I'm not paying attention to it much. I don't care. I just care about whether Tim is gonna be there or not. I don't know what will happen if I show up there and Jakob found out about me and his dad. I don't want it to be awkward with Jakob, he's so nice, but his dad does know how to make me feel good. I consider closing my eyes, but the driver looks Indian, and I don't trust Indians.

Instead of sleeping, I pull out my mobile and text Vincent.



I put the mobile away and enjoy the ride, not really because I'm terrified of being killed and having my kidneys stole, Tiffany tells me that it happens all the time when you sleep around Indians. This scares me, and Tiffany is never wrong. I can't imagine a time when she lied to me. Anyway, the car stops and I see the house, it's pretty nice. Yay. I get out and run towards the door. Excitement pumps through my veins as I run up and giggle. I get to the door, and bang on it loudly. Tim opens the door and looks at me in slight disgust. I leap into the air and kiss him. He drops me on the ground.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

I'm kind of shocked here.

I wanted to see you. Besides, we're dating now.

"No. I'm married. And I don't want to date you."

I came all the way here, are you going to at least invite me inside?

Tim turns and walks inside gesturing for me to join him. We walk into the kitchen where Tim pours himself a large glass of Orange Juice, he offers one to me, but I decline.

Where is your wife?

"She's out shopping. Why?"

I look around, and see that there's no one here with us, so I begin to undo my trousers. He drinks his orange juice and looks at me.

Do you want this?

I gesture up and down as my trousers hit the floor, and I'm stood in the kitchen showing off my pink thong. Tim looks at me, and then shakes his head. He walks over, and picks me up. He carries me upstairs, and into a toilet. The shower turns on, and he drops his trousers. Instinctively I take my top off, and he removes my bra before cupping my little boobies. I like this, and lean in to kiss him. He pulls back, and slaps me across the face. I get excited, and start to lift his shirt up. He finishes removing it, and steps into the shower in just his boxers. I step to join him, and he grabs me by the hair, and pulls me in. The water is warm and nice, it feels good against my body. Tim turns me so I'm facing away from him before pulling my thong down around my knees. I feel him rubbing my womanhood, and begin to moan. He forces me to bend, and slides I feel his exposed manhood touching my lady. I let out a little moan, and then he forces himself inside of me.

Oh my god, he's thrusting deeper and deeper. Then I feel something. There's a pressure on my butt, and I feel that's he slipped something in it. Oh, it's vibrating. Oh, this feels good. I didn't know it could feel like this. I just release everything I was holding inside of me, and let the pleasure flow out. I moan, and shake, while Tim keep thrusting. I can feel myself tightening around him, and then I feel his love being released inside of me. This drives me over the edge of pleasure again. I release it all, and he releases my hair and slides out of me. I turn around slightly.

What did you put up my butt?

He laughed, and twists me back around, and then pulls it out. It hurts a little, which makes me squeak. I turn around and see that it's a little blue vibrating tube. I look at it and scratch my head.

What is that?

He laughed as he held it under the water.

"Anne's vibrator."

He used his wife's sex toy on me? Weird. I step out of the shower, and grab a towel. I begin to dry off, and Tim turns the water off. I dry off, and pass him the towel as I pull my thong up, and get back dressed. He dresses himself, and we head downstairs to the kitchen. I'm giggling, and trying to grab his hand, but he playfully pushes me away before kissing my neck. It was at this point we both looked up and noticed Jakob was sitting in the kitchen eating a sandwich, and had seen the entire ordeal.

"Dad? You and Ginger?"

Oh, poo.

"Yeah. But, it's not what you think."

"Does mom know?"

"What the fuck do you think?"

Before Jakob can answer, Tim has him by the throat, and in the air. He stares Jakob down, and I get kind of turned on.

"You breathe a word of this to your mother, and I end you. You hear me, boy? Don't be mad because I nutted up and got the girl you were jerking your sad little dick to."

Tim threw Jakob down, and Jakob stormed out of the house. I chased after him. As he tried to get into his car, I pushed him against the door before he could open it. I began to kiss him. He pulls me back and looks at me before leaning in and kissing me again.

I came here for you, and then it happened. I'm sorry. Can we go to your place?

Jakob pushes me back and gets in his car. I'm stood there staring at him as he rolls his window down.

"You getting in?"

We drive back to his place, and I have a proper shower. When I come back out, Jakob and I make love on the couch, and it's so soft and passionate. I truly feel like he loves me, and not like I'm some cheap whore. He cuddles with me afterwards, and plays with my hair.

That was nice. Am I your first?

He kisses my cheek and giggles. I think I am.



Kandi, are you dense on top of being rude? First, lady, I wasn't chatting with you. That was a voicemail to my friend Roxy. Why were you listening to it? What are you talking about with this club of hatred you have? I never said anything about it to you. And where do you get the idea that I've never been a champion? Because my name is in the history books as holding two championships. The Hart title, see where I'm the second entry? And the Intercontinental Champion. Both times I took those titles from Universal Champions, Morbid Angel, and Vincent Lane. You just contradicted yourself, babe. You said I didn't have any proof to holding the belt, and then you acknowledge that I won the Hart. Sure, I didn't win the Universal title, but I will someday. If I decide to go for it. And hey, you say when I finally won the Hart Title, but that was my first match. And who is "Tushl" like you wanted to call him? You mean Tush? Tush took it from me, sure.

And Drew took the Hart title from me, sure. I lost them. Since I'm not holding them, obviously I lost them. That doesn't really mean much, considering I won them, just like Roxy and I are going to win the tag titles are Warfare. You should also note that I was recovering from being attacked when I fought Tush. Someone tried to rape me on a train. Why aren't I supposed to use your name? I mean, we are in a match against each other. You also should probably learn that I'm Scottish, since you want to try and attack me for my paleness, and compare me to an irish boy. I thought it was obvious, but I guess if you're a granny it isn't. And, like Kandi, I don't want to make you feel dumber than you already should, but even I know HIV and AIDs are actually deadly STDs, so you saying we should die of an STD or AIDs is kind of repeating yourself. Or, did you not realise that? Honey, do you know how you get them?

I was 11 in 2001, so I probably wasn't being considered for anything, like that. You're right. I was 11 when you claim you were winning titles. But, I haven't heard of you ever. Where were you competing? In the back of a steakhouse or something? I'm glad you've got a history of winning and holding titles. Since you've been doing this since I were 11, but this is my second year wrestling. Like ever. And in my first year I won two titles. I actually think Roxy is the head girl in charge, since she's dating the owner. But, you know, you can keep day dreaming about having power. I don't want to be Barbie. I want to be Ginger. You're the one with a bunch of plastic in you, and badly dyed blonde hair. Honey, you have some grey showing through. And I see a few wrinkles. Your surgeons must not be very good.

Jake, I have to ask you. Why do you think that Thomas begged you to take the titles? Did you know Thomas isn't even officially in a position of power? He can't make any calls like that. Thomas is Frodo's personal assistant. He's a glorified coffee boy with a big... Well, we saw it. Roxy isn't going to be eliminated and drop me. Roxy and I are going to win and do well. We're not an organised team, sure, but we're a good one. We're proper mates and stuff. We're gonna have a girls only sleep over. You know, one like you're not invited to.

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