Arriving at the training room I see Red in the back getting her special punching bag. That's when I hear Wayne to my right.

"You mind if I train with you today."

"No, you could use a good workout."

"Hey now, don't forget I used to be bigger than you! Besides, not all of us want bulging muscles."

"Oh, so what are you doing here then?"

"I just came to watch Red whoop your ass is all."

He definitely came to the right place then. She definitely gives me a run for my money, although I have to force it out of her sometimes. She might be a sexy, muscle-bound girl but she sure is gentle with people. Everyone else must seem so fragile to her.

"You never know, today might be the day I get the upper hand on her."

"Ha, like that'll ever happen!"

"You never know, she might feel like giving to charity one day."

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"What's a 'charity?'

"Huh, well it's a--you know what, never mind."

We walk into the training room and the people focused on us. I lean over to Wayne.

"The hell are they looking at?"

"I don't know, maybe the lowest-ranked person who just beat the fifth-ranked."

"Shit, you think they'll challenge me?"

"Are you serious? I don't think you'll be getting any challenges."

"Why do you say that?"

"Do you not remember your matches? You survived Red, paralyzed Trevor, brutally beat a little girl down, and you almost drowned someone in their own blood just in your last match! Why the fuck would anyone want to get on the platform with you?"

Actually, I hadn't thought about that. When he puts it like that it does make sense that people wouldn't want to fight me.

"That 'little girl' was Carnie so it doesn't count."

"She's still a little girl."

More like a little monster in the form of a girl.

Walking up to Red I punch her in the shoulder, "Me and Wayne are going to lift a little before we spar