Quackadilly Blip
Author’s note: Hi, been a while. This one has a bit of setup, if you just want to skip to the haircutting part, scroll to where it says “Round Two”.
Kelsey had worked as a stripper for 7 years now, but this was a world that even she never knew existed, located somewhere about an hour from where she’d been picked up. Perhaps she might have been a little more familiar of her surroundings if she had looked out the window on the drive over, but she was too busy admiring the interior of the Rolls Royce Cullinan that had brought her here. She always suspected Rick had more money than he let on, but even then, she had underestimated his wealth.
Rick was Kelsey’s favorite, and most lucrative customer. He was handsome in a way. A little bit on the older side, but clean, well groomed, and respectful. She wouldn’t have said yes to any other customer making the offer he made, but she felt she could trust him. He offered the possibility to earn up to $100,000 without even having to fly to Dubai. The words “Up to” could mean a lot though.
Rick had been frustratingly cryptic when describing the nature of whatever she would be doing tonight. He was up front about the fact that it was sex work, but assured her of her safety, and that her consent would never be violated. The whole thing was so formal and proper, with the paperwork, identity verification and drug test that Kelsey had come to the grim realization she might have to pay taxes on her earnings. She still only knew that she would be participating in some sort of competition. When Rick first brought it up, her first instinct was to ask if it were some copycat version of a Diddy party, a notion which offended him. This was apparently more classy. Whatever it was, first place was $100,000 and even deal last would get $10,000.
Rick kissed her on the cheek. “Good luck, you won’t see me again until the event is over but I’ll be rooting for you.”
Hair and makeup had taken almost two hours. While the stylist was very talented, she wasn’t any more forthcoming with details than Rick had been. Just silence and occasional brief small talk. When she was done, Kelsey’s hair looked better than it ever had in her life. Light brown, cascading in perfect shining ringlets just past her shoulders. She shook her head back and forth, admiring herself while waiting to find out what would happen next.
She was taken to a dressing room not much larger than a closet and told to put on the clothes inside. It was surprisingly casual for an event with this kind of production value. Jeans, a long-sleeved blue top, blue cotton panties and a cheap blue bra with tags in a language she couldn’t read. Not the most comfortable clothes, but they probably wouldn’t be staying on long anyway.
Once Kelsey had put on the new clothes, she exited and was whisked to another door, which was closed behind her. She was in a small room, about the size of her bathroom. Three sides were painted a solid light blue, and the other side was glass. She looked out the glass and saw that she was on a stage. There was a small array of chairs and tables, many of them occupied by men in expensive suits sipping drinks, and a semicircle of private luxury boxes behind them. She scanned the room for Rick but didn’t see him. Then the stage lights turned on and the audience disappeared from her view.
“Check, check, blue player, can you hear me?”
Kelsey looked around confused for the source of the sound until she located the speaker in the ceiling.
“Umm yes, hello, this is Kelsey Smith.”
“Thank you, Ms. Smith. We’re just completing our technical setup. We will begin in about five minutes. Do you have any questions?” asked the disembodied female voice
Kelsey laughed. “Yeah uhh… let’s start with where am I and what is happening?”
“Excellent question. Unfortunately I am not authorized to disclose the current location, however the door behind you is not locked, and you are free to leave at any time. Your belongings will be returned and you will be driven home free of charge, however you will forfeit the match.”
“The match?”
“Correct. You are a competitor in the next match in tonight’s event. You are the blue player. There is also a red player, a yellow player and a green player. There are two rounds, and the objective of each round is simple: complete the task in the shortest amount of time in accordance with the rules. Rules violations will result in penalties that add to your time. During the rounds, the glass in front of you will become a one way mirror, and this room is soundproofed, so you will not see or hear the audience reaction until the round is over, nor will you know if the other competitors have finished.”
“So what is the match? What are we supposed to be doing as fast as possible?” Kelsey was confused.
“You will learn that in approximately three minutes. Good luck, and have fun.”
Approximately three minutes of silence went by before the stage lights came on, making the audience disappear behind their brightness. A man walked on the stage and a screen descended from the ceiling of Kelsey’s room. The screen showed the man presenting from the other angle. He wore a tuxedo and had the jawline of a movie star.
Round 1
“Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. I hope everyone has found their seats because we’re ready for the next round! This one’s always a crowd pleaser, these girls are going to be competing in a match of…”
The screen suddenly cut out and the sound went to static. Then it turned back on once the host had finished explaining the competition.
“…And now lets meet our competitors! In the red room, fittingly, you know her already from the match earlier tonight where she came just a little bit short of the finish, it’s Miss Scarlet!”
The girl smiled and shrugged, then pantomimed crying and mouthed the words “Oh well”. She was dressed identically to Kelsey except in red. She had long, ginger hair which extended almost all the way down her back. She shook her head back and forth to showcase the sheer volume of red hair, then struck a pose.
“…And in the yellow room, with a lifetime record 17-6, including a record of 7-0 in…” the sound cut out “… her first time competing in” the sound cut out again “…it’s Lady Leonora!”
The girl in yellow had straight, jet black hair and goth makeup. She smiled and waved, but looked out of place in the bright yellow clothing they had provided.
“In the green room, the all time champion of ” the sound cut out once again while the host said the name of the competition “… with a record of 5-0, back from a two year hiatus, it’s Aurora Starfall!”
The girl in green had an air of cockiness. She looked to be in her mid-30’s, with an athletic body and shoulder length brown hair. She blew kisses at the crowd from her glass cage. Kelsey suddenly became confused as to why they were censoring the name of the competition when everyone else already seemed to know what it was.
“Finally, in the blue room, a newcomer, please welcome Alexis!”
Kelsey smiled and tried to look like she knew what she was doing. They had used her stage name from the strip club instead of asking her if she wanted to come up with something cooler.
Suddenly the glass window went opaque. It was disorienting. The calm, female voice came back over the speakers.
“Welcome to the first round. This match will begin in 60 seconds. During this round you will be removing your clothing, one article at a time, in the order specified. When I name an article of clothing, you will remove it, while keeping all remaining clothing in place. Removing or dislodging the wrong item will result in a one minute penalty.”
“Dislodging?”
“Yes, moving out of place far enough so as not to cover what it is intended to cover. 20 seconds.”
“I guess that makes sense.”
“There is a hole in the floor in front of you. Place the discarded clothing in the hole when finished removing. 10 seconds”
Kelsey noticed that a hole about the diameter of a soda can had opened in front of her.
“Start. Remove your panties.”
Of course that was first. It wouldn’t be easy to do without taking her jeans off, or dislodging them. Kelsey’s first instinct was to pull one side of the waistband under her leg, but the jeans were too tight. After wasting precious seconds, she realized she had to rip them. Pulling up in a very uncomfortable way, she stretched the fabric until it tore, one side at a time, and she pulled them out, shoving the tattered remains into the hole.
“Jeans.”
That was a lot easier. She swiftly undid the button, unzipped and pulled them down, rolling them up and forcing them through the small hole. The bra was a little tricky, since it had a weird latching mechanism, but Kelsey made short work of it, and finally, the shirt followed the rest of the clothing down the hole. Kelsey now stood naked and the window became clear again. There was a scoreboard on the monitor.
“Yellow: 15.63
Green: 16.79
Blue: 29.01
Red: 33.47”
Well, at least she wasn’t last, but yellow and green clearly had done this before and had an unfair advantage.
The host’s voice came back. “Wow, what a finish. Yellow and green wasted no time giving themselves the wedgies from hell to get those panties off. That must have stung, but not as much as this is going to. Yellow, I’m hearing from the judges that there has been a penalty assessed. Lets check the replay.”
The video monitor showed in slow motion Leonora pulling up on the back of her panties and ripping them to shreds with a powerful yank, but in the process, her finger snagged on her shirt and for a split second, lifted it up to her bra strap.
“Time to step in the penalty box.”
Kelsey was confused by this, she hadn’t heard of a penalty box, but she watched on the screen as the naked girl in the yellow room seemed to know what to do. There was a square and two footprints lit up on the floor next to the wall. She stood on the footprints, back to the wall. A slot opened up in the wall and a paddle came out, mechanically smacking her butt. The crowd counted to 20 as it smacked her over and over again exactly once every 3 seconds. She rubbed her sore skin after. The leaderboard adjusted to move yellow to last place with a time of 1:15.63.
“Well I can tell some of you are unhappy with that call, but the rules are the rules, lets hear it for our judges who do such a thankless job!” he paused while a few members of the crowd cheered. “Well now I know who bet on green. But for the rest of you, don’t worry, the twist in place for this match might curb her… dominant… strategy. And for those of you still deciding, you still have just under 3 minutes to get your bets in for the second and final round of ‘Everything Must Go’!”
Round 2
Everything must go? What did that even mean? Everything had already gone down that little hole. The glass became opaque again.
The voice came back a couple minutes later.
“Your start will be staggered by 13 seconds since the green player finished faster in round 1… 5 seconds…”
A handle popped up from the floor in the middle of the room.
“Grab the handle with your left hand.”
Kelsey leaned over and grabbed it.
“You may not let go of the handle for the rest of the round. Taking your left hand off the handle will result in a penalty of two minutes plus twice the time it was on the handle.” A floor tile next to the handle popped open. Inside was a pair of scissors.
“You will now remove all of your hair. When you are done with the scissors, place them back and close the latch and they will be replaced with a razor and shaving cream. When your entire head is hairless, including eyebrows, you will have completed the round.”
“I have to SHAVE MY HEAD?”
Kelsey thought about leaving, but she didn’t think that long. It was $100,000, or at worst, $10,000. Her hair was worth way less than that to her. She picked up the scissors clumsily with her right hand.
“Hey, I’m actually left handed, can I switch hands on this thing.”
“No, you are only allowed to use your non-dominant hand. Hence the pun that the host made. Time is ticking.”
Kelsey put some hair inside the blades and started hacking. At first, not a single strand was cut as she fumbled with her grip the scissors. Of course they had to go out of their way to find a pair of left handed scissors, as if her right hand wasn’t uncoordinated enough. It took her a couple minutes to find a grip and position where she could even cut hair, but then it started falling off, quicker and quicker. She figured out a way to at least hold the hair in place with her left hand without letting go of the handle. She was hunched over like she was about to snap a football. Sensing an opportunity to please the crowd, she turned around so that ass facing them, then started twerking.
The hair on the front was the easy part. Kelsey couldn’t see herself since there were no mirrors, but she put the scissors down and felt her head. At the front was ragged stubble, probably short enough to shave off with a razor. ‘Is the hair on top of my head short enough to shave off with a razor yet?’ isn’t something Kelsey ever thought she would have to consider, but at this point, the answer was probably yes. Now she had to work on the sides and back.
She continued on, contorting her body weirdly and fighting off cramps in her right hand. Her hair had been a treasure, but now it was now nothing but garbage, stubbornly clinging to her head. It was too late to forfeit. Everything must go. The rest of her formerly treasured locks, which she had just spent two hours having professionally styled, needed to be added to the pile of hair on the floor, to be swept into the trash or sold to some rich pervert or whatever.
The rest of the hair was harder to get to, but she had gotten better with the scissors in her right hand. She twisted her body around as if she were dancing in the middle of the room, to use gravity as her aid to find and snip all the long strands that remained. The pile of hair grew and grew, and she had to shove it aside so she wouldn’t trip over it. Snip snip snip, faster and faster, but still careful not to cut her ears. She put the scissors down and felt her head again. Nothing longer than a fraction of an inch remained.
“So umm, I put the scissors back?” Kelsey asked the voice on the speakers as she placed the scissors back in the box where she found them.
“Yes, now close it”
Kelsey closed the lid. Another lid popped open from the floor next to it. Inside was a small towel, a bowl of shaving cream, a bowl of water an a single disposable razor. Kelsey dipped a finger in the water. At least it was warm. She spread it over her head, wetting what was left of her hair, then spread a layer of shaving cream over it, leaving enough to go back again if needed. It was hard to shave quickly given the uneven lengths of the remaining hair, but Kelsey had plenty of experience shaving off hair in a hurry with a shitty razor, from areas that are a lot less flat than her head.
She could feel a couple hairs left over once all the shaving cream was scraped off her scalp. “Hey how will I know when I’m done?”
“You will be informed when you have finished. Currently, you have not” she was told from the speaker.
Kelsey scanned her head with her right hand again before applying more shaving cream, then felt her eyebrows. “Oh duh.” She spread shaving foam over her eyebrows and then everywhere else on her scalp where she felt the slightest vestiges of hair. The eyebrows came off easy, they were never very thick to begin with, but every time Kelsey thought she had finished the back and sides, nothing happened, and she felt again and found another one. She ran the wet razor over a patch behind her left ear again.
“Dingdingding!”
“You have completed the challenge, You may now let go of the handle.”
Kelsey stood up. The glass was clear again, the lights in the room suddenly took on a more golden hue, and the monitor turned on, showing her the sounds and sights the audience was seeing. The screen was split into a close up of all four competitors. On the top right, a girl sat cross legged in the middle of a pile of red hair that looked as it could swallow her whole. She had just started to shaving foam off her scalp. In the top right, the yellow room was a mess of black hair. Leonora was still hacking away with scissors, desperate to find the last strand. In the green room on the bottom left, the undefeated champion was clinging to the handle while desperately searching the expanses of her bare scalp for the last few stumps of locks. There on the bottom right stood Kelsey, naked and totally hairless, the only one with both hands free, coming to a realization as to why she was hearing the sounds of crowds cheering.
“Wait, did I win?”
“And the blue player just realized she won!” shouted the exuberant host. “Beginner’s luck I tell ya!”
Dingdingding
The green room on the bottom left lit up in a silvery hue right after he said that. Aurora shook her head and noticeably mouthed the word “shit” when she realized she had come in second.
“And the champ has been dethroned! Well she seems like she’s being a good sport about it at least, and she’ll still be taking home the second place purse. Now we focus on the race for third. It looks like red is getting pretty close to finishing the first razor pass while yellow is finally trading in the scissors.”
The girl in the yellow room bent over to pick up the shaving supplies and it became apparent that her butt had started to bruise from the previous paddling. She rubbed it before wetting her head and eyebrows, quickly getting the eyebrows off without even using shaving cream. Meanwhile the girl in the red room had lost her brows a while ago and was digging for the last few hairs to remove. It seemed like third place was a foregone conclusion. Finally, she seemed to receive a signal that she was done, but instead of celebrating, she sprinted over to the side of the room and stood on the footprints inside of the square.
“That’s right folks, Miss Scarlet let go of the handle twice, for a total of 9 seconds, so she’ll now spend 4 minutes and 18 seconds in the penalty box. And for those of you who showed up late or slept through the first round, I’ll catch you up to speed. In our first match of the day, Miss Scarlet lost to Princess Olivia in a photo finish at triathlon, and per their agreement, the loser had to enter all four feet of her hair into Everything Must Go and give all her prize money to the winner. But of course then you have the obvious question of ‘well what’s to stop her from just forfeiting if she’s not going to keep any of the prize money anyway?’ Well, if Scarlett here finishes last, she won’t just lose all that pretty red hair that’s piled up on the floor, she’ll lose it all forever. That’s right, Miss Scarlet will be undergoing full body laser hair removal if she finishes in last place. She’ll probably have to pick a new name!
In the Yellow room, Leonora was doing her best, slowly and methodically leaving no hair in her wake with the razor. She had cut the hair down to very short stubble and was moving fast, but had a ways to go. Meanwhile Scarlet, whose name no longer made sense, had begin to masturbate as the paddle spanked her every three seconds. Nothing in the rules said that wasn’t allowed. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she struggled to maintain her balance.
“And of course, stepping out of the penalty box considered is a forfeit!” The host chimed in.
The clock ticked below a minute on the red penalty box as Scarlet took the 67th spank. Still, she stood in place, furiously rubbing herself. Meanwhile, Leonora was almost done with the first layer of shaving cream. She hadn’t been moving fast, but nothing was left behind that she would have to go back over. Finally the timer on the penalty box ran out. The red room turned bronze. The naked, bald girl stumbled out of the square and jumped up and down in a pained celebration. The yellow player finished 17 seconds later, despairing when she saw the outcome.
After the match
Kelsey was the last competitor to be given a robe and whisked away into a shared dressing room. The staff needed to prepare the stage for the next match. Theirs had been the fourth out of six, which everyone but Kelsey seemed to know. The green player, Aurora, sat on a chair wearing a blonde wig that nobody would suspect wasn’t real if they hadn’t just watched her obliterate her real hair. The yellow player, Leonora, lay face down, naked on a couch with ice on her butt. The red player, Scarlet, stood in the back of the room grinning widely and staring at herself in the mirror, Kelsey joined her and took in the sight of her new look for the first time. “Holy shit I can’t believe this is me.” she said out loud.
“So uhh… hi… I’m Kelsey” Kelsey awkwardly acknowledged the equally bald girl standing next to her “I guess, can I ask now, what is this, or what was this?”
The girl in the red robe laughed “This is a… heh… exclusive entertainment club catering to a very discreet clientele. I believe that line is how they bill themselves. Basically its a club for really rich people where we compete in games they can’t show on TV, and they gamble ungodly sums of money on it. Most people call it ‘The Underground Games’. A lot of the clientele pay for the private suites and get in and out without anyone seeing them, but some of them are just rich perverts who don’t care if anyone knows they’re here, like your buddy Rick. They’re the ones you want to get to know, because they plan the competitions. So by the way, it’s true Rick didn’t tell you about any of this?”
“He sure as shit didn’t tell me I’d be shaving my fucking head tonight!”
The girl in the green spoke up “You have me to blame for that. There’s been discussion for a while about how good I am at this game, I mean, you know, ‘Everything must Go’. ”
“Didn’t they say you were undefeated?”
“Yeah, 5-0. Well 5-1 now. 6th time shaving my head. This is actually the only place I’ve gotten a haircut in the last 8 years. Some high roller made a comment that I had never faced anyone who was really motivated, which I thought was insane. They kept saying it though, I’d only faced opponents who wanted to cut their hair off and therefore savored it a little more. So the discussion kinda became ‘could I beat someone who was solely motivated by the money and didn’t even know what they were going to have to do?’ Apparently not. Although I would say all we really learned is I can’t cut hair left handed, but maybe that’s just cope. Anyway, that’s where the idea for this match… started.”
“Started?” Kelsey asked, felling that there was more to the story
“Well, you see there are 4 of us. I can only do this every year or two cause, well, I gotta wait for this to grow back” she made a show of taking off the wig and rubbing her smooth scalp “There was another guy who wanted to see if I could beat someone who was dominant at another game, and Leonora is as dominant at Needles as anyone is at anything, so it expanded to a three way duel. Then some of the other members wanted to see me compete against someone who was facing the laser again.”
“Again?” Kelsey cut her off.
“Oh yeah. That’s the one people remember me for.” the hairless woman in green continued. “So my last match, well actually my last two, were against, well at the time she was known as Razor Rhaena. She was the first to ever win at Everything Must Go and was the undisputed champ before she faced me. Well, the first time we went head-to-head, I won, but it was due to a sort of controversial penalty. She would have won by a couple seconds otherwise. We agreed to a rematch a year later- We’d both go the next year without cutting or shaving any hair anywhere, then compete in a full body shave with whatever tools we wanted. Thing was, without any kind of twist, it just wasn’t building up the hype the organizers wanted, and they were going to schedule us in the opening slot, when half the crowd wouldn’t even be there yet. So we came up with another stipulation. The loser had to get laser hair removal on their scalp. Career ending.”
“So I take it you won, but did she actually follow through with it?” Kelsey couldn’t believe anyone would willingly do that.
“The way they set it up, we had to buzz everything to 1/8″, stamp a big circle on top of our heads, then shave everything outside the circle. That’s because there has to be a little bit of hair there for the laser. The loser actually only would get the circle on top of her head lasered in the arena. Just to add insult to injury she had to find a place on her own to finish the rest of it. So once we were done, they didn’t tell us who won, didn’t defrost the glass so we couldn’t see the crowd. Instead they brought in a bench and I laid down and let them strap me in so I couldn’t move my arms, legs or head. They brought in a laser machine, if I won, the laser would be deactivated, if I lost, it would be real and they’d zap my scalp with it. It was devious… Ok that part was all my idea. What wasn’t my idea was they made my laser still deliver a mild shock even though it wasn’t the real one. Got me good with that one, I accepted I’d be bald for life before they let me go and told me it was a decoy. But yes, to answer your question, she did go through with it. Scalp, eyebrows, and everywhere else on her body that hair grew. It took something like six sessions before she finally got to the point where nothing was growing back.”
“Six sessions? Damn bet you’re pretty relieved you aren’t going to have to do that.” Kelsey said to Scarlet.
“No, that’s definitely in my future.” she laughed.
“What do you mean? You didn’t come in last.”
“Right, so my date with the laser won’t be in the immediate future. It’ll happen eventually though. The guys that fund these games- the real high rollers- when they bet on something happening and it doesn’t, they don’t give up. It’s predictable. This was the third time I put my hair on the line in the last 6 months. I’ve been growing it longer and longer the whole time I’ve been coming here, about four years now. I’d get offers here and there to shave it, but always asked for more, and never got any offers too serious. Then finally I agreed to risk my hair, but only if I lost. When I won, I immediately got offered even more to do it again, and for double the prize. This time was even more. I lost today but still got my money’s worth. You’ve kinda gotta ‘play the heel’ a little bit, be a sore winner, make everyone want to see you lose. When we schmooze with the members after the show is over tonight, I know what buttons to push. I’ll act relieved, but also arrogant, try to ding some of the more fragile male egos out there. They’ll want to teach me a lesson, want to see the look on my face when I realize I’ll never be a redhead again, and won’t care how much they have to put down to make that happen. By the end of the night someone will have staked too big of a purse for me to pass up to risk the laser again. Then I’ll negotiate for a little more.”
“You’d let them do that to you for money?”
“Honey, this was the most extreme competition I’ve ever done and it was only the second and fourth matches out of 6. The tamest thing they’ve ever done in a main event would make what we just did look PG-13. Besides, it’s not about the money. That’ll just go to my foundation anyway. It’s about the risk. You just can’t simulate that feeling. When I was standing in the penalty box, I came twice, and they were two of the best orgasms of my life. Knowing that if I fell over, all my hair was gone for good made me cum the first time. Knowing that it might already be too late and I’d be bald for life either way made me cum even harder the second time. Fortunately though, I didn’t fall down, and it wasn’t too late. So I at least managed to not cost myself both of tonight’s matches by cumming.”
“What does that mean?”
“The reason I had to shave my head was because I lost at Triathlon in the earlier match. Triathlon is… mouth, ass, pussy, not always in that order. You have three men, and they’re given Viagra and blindfolded and earplugged and tied benches with their cocks sticking up, and you have to make one cum inside each of your orifices.”
“I’m not sure if I should ask, but where do they find men willing to be drugged, tied down and used as sex toys?”
“From a waiting list.” Scarlet laughed.
She continued. “So anyway, they recruited the two girls with the longest hair here and had us compete in a triathlon. Loser would have to compete in Everything Must Go and get the laser if she came in last. Should have been easy for me since I’m good at triathlon and this was my opponent’s first try. I fucked up though. With the last guy, I just couldn’t get it out of my head that if I didn’t make this guy cum, I’d lose all of my hair by my own hand, maybe lose it forever, and I just sort of forgot where I was. I came, and by the time I got ahold of myself, I feel him start to shrink and realize he already finished in my ass ten or fifteen seconds ago. I lost by a second and a half.”
“Okay, I will admit that sounds pretty hot.” Kelsey realized. She looked at Leonora, still lying on top of her yellow robe, looking downtrodden. “And what about you, you doing alright?”
“Yeah, just a little frustrated that I lost. All the preparation I put in wound up being for nothing. I just can’t believe I snagged my shirt on that panty pull. I practiced so many times, with every type of panties you can think of, and hadn’t snagged on a single one for days, then the one I have to do for real, I choked. And then I spent way too much time with the scissors. In hindsight, I didn’t need to cut my hair so short before I switched to the razor. I thought they’d give us an old blunt razor, or no shaving cream or something like that, but it wound up being brand new and nothing was missing. There’s a member of the club who goes by Mistress Regina, she’s one of my biggest fans and has won a lot of money betting on me. She brought her slave to me yesterday to practice on. I tried everything from garden shears to tiny scissors to no scissors, and then no water, no shaving cream. Then when her sub was out of hair to practice with, Regina sat in my lap and had me practice everything again on her. I guess I just remembered how when I tried to shave part of her head with a week old razor she’d pulled out of the trash, it wouldn’t work until I clipped her hair shorter. Guess I learned the wrong lesson. Ugh. If it hadn’t been for that stupid penalty I would have finished first in the earlier round and I would have earned enough points to stay alive in the Competitor of the Year race, but I think I’m out now.”
“There’s a Competitor of the Year?”
“Oh yeah, there’s a whole points leaderboard. I’m in 9th right now and this was the second to last event of the season. The top finishers are eligible to compete in main events. This was my first season really going for it, but I’ll be even better next year. I definitely want to do this one again too. My hair grows faster than most people, and with vitamin supplements, I can probably be competing again in this game in 8 or 9 months, and I think I can win if I get another shot.”
“Well hook me up with some of those supplements and we can have a rematch.”
