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For days everything went as usual, I worked in the pit and trained with Kwaku. Nothing much happened at Araway’s home, and Orsty and I spent time doing things together.
When time for Orsty and I to make our trip to the wrestling arena came, I was looking forward to the change. Orsty stopped just out of town, so that I could get naked and he could shake my hands behind my back. We then drove to the arena and pulled up at the back door, and Orsty took me inside. I was turned over to a guard while Orsty checked in at the desk. I heard the man tell Orsty his slave needed a haircut, but my hair was the same as always.
The guard took me back to the holding cage, but he took me to a small room first. He sat me down in a chair while my hands were still
shackled and no shock collar was placed around my neck. Soon another man came in with hair clippers, and the guard held my head. When the man started to run the clippers over my head I pulled away, but the guard put his hands around my throat. I just had to sit there while the clippers were run over my entire head, and I could see that most of my hair was on the floor.
When the man was through cutting my hair, I was taken to the holding cage. The guard then attached the shock collar and removed my shackles, and I could then feel my head. I ran my hand over my head, and I could feel very little hair left on my head. I looked at three other wrestlers sitting in the cage, and could see that their hair length was no more than half an inch. So I was sure that my hair was about the same length, and I was hoping it didn’t look too bad.
When my turn came to wrestle I was led out to the ring, and I could see Orsty laughing when I was brought out. I wondered if he told them to go ahead and cut my hair, since I had heard the man tell Orsty his slave needed a haircut.
Getting the haircut did throw my first match a little off, but I was able to finally consintrate and win. I won all my matches, so Orsty did have a good payday. I couldn’t wait to question Orsty about my haircut, and find out if he had given the go ahead.
After my shower and being shackled, I waited for Orsty to come for me. When he did and we were in his truck, I ask him if he gave permission for my haircut. He told me no, that he had no idea they would be cutting my hair. He did tell me that when he returned from parking his truck, that he was informed his slave had been given the now required haircut for all wrestlers.
I told him I was worried about Araway’s reaction to my haircut, and wonder how I was going to explain it to him. Orsty laughed at me and said we would have to come up with a good story, or just make excuses when ask questions.
When we stopped, so that I could get dressed, I got a good look in the mirror. I was shocked to see how short my hair was cut. Orsty told me it didn’t look bad, and looked good when I was naked. I thought it wasn’t too bad, and that I could get use to looking that way.
When we arrived home and I went inside, I was dreading Araway’s reaction and questions. When Araway saw me he started laughing, and commented that Kwaku had won out. I ask him what he ment, and he reminded me that Kwaku had wanted me to get a haircut. Kwaku had tried to get me to cut my hair, so it didn’t interfere with my wrestling.
Araway said he.thought I went a bit too far, that the men in pit were required to have there hair no shorter than an inch. He said he thought he could get use to seeing me with the short hair. He thought since I was working in the pit and training with Kwaku, that having my hair short was best.
I looked over and saw Orsty laughing, and knew what he was thinking. We had worried abou Araway’s reaction and displeasure, and here Araway was enjoying the whole matter. So I went in to get cleaned up for our evening meal.