At this point in the competition it's pretty much just down to five fighters, and to nobody's surprise I'm riding high on that list, sitting pretty and unfettered upstairs in the foreman's office. Chrissy (as if she's even in a position to boss anyone around) sends some poor ragged sap after me to expected results. I think her name was Marlu or something? I dunno, never got a great look at her face. In any case, she took a plastering hit with a gingerbread chair on her way into the office setting her goofy. It didn't take much to hoist her unconscious body to be hung by the panty strap on a wall coat hook, displaying her like some sort of sad, battered "surrender" flag.
The yelling and screaming seems to have tamed down a little indicating most of the fighters at this point have given up or been knocked out of contention. I grab the plate of cookies I've been nibbling on, each sugary treat fashioned into a kind of makeshift "ninja star," and come out of the office to see Antonia, Heidi, Alana and Mickey left duking it out. 'This is what's left of my competition?' I think to myself. I begin to descend the metal stairs to the main open factory area, ready to stun some unlucky bitch with some ninja star cookies before ending her night with the coveted Candy Crane Kick!
