The Warrior Pose

The Wii Fit Trainer's arms and legs are outstretched. Her front knee is bent as she looks forward. Her hips are bent and facing directly away from the screen.

She exclaims, "this is the ancient pose of the Warrior!"

Jez perks up. "Ooh, the Warrior pose? Cave drawings have been discovered depicting a warrior goddess doing this exact pose while conquering demons in order to woo her lover!" she adds with a wink over in Michael's direction. Luckily for Gio, Michael is still fetching water and is thus out of earshot of Jez's remark.

Giovanna tries not to think of the intern since he's given her enough of a headache today. She's hesitant but thinks this might be easier than the Tree pose that Nina had to do.

Gio slowly stands up and waddles to the yoga mat.

Suddenly, Nina bursts into raucous laughter.

Gio raises her eyebrow. "What's gotten into you, princess?"

"Oh, it's no-thicc–I mean! Nothing!" Nina mysteriously quips, before lying on her side and taking a well-needed nap with the grin still plastered on her face

Gio ignores Nina's ramblings by assuming she's delirious from the heat. She approaches the mat with her eyes glued on the judgemental contestants who are especially bitter of her treatment toward Nina.

"Nuh-uh-uh~!" Jez commands in a sing-songy voice. She blocks Gio from reaching the mat.

A confused Gio furrows her brow at Jez, wondering about what silly rule she must have broken.

"You have to respect the yogi ancestors by doing the pose properly! And to respect the Trainer, you have to be facing her direction!" Jez insists.

Gio suddenly feels her heart pounding when she realizes the insinuation.

By facing the contestants, she could make sure nobody gawks at her body or gossips behind her back. She was confident in her ability to "mean mug" the contestants into submission with her scowls...so long as she was facing toward them.

But with her back turned, the cards are reversed.

Not only does she lose the ability to intimidate the rest of the contestants' from looking at her body, or worse yet, judging her body, but she's now **** to have her deepest insecurity, her comically oversized butt, staring them right in their face. Her mind is racing with all the gossip that will spread about how this mafia princess sits on a throne of chocolate donuts every night.

"Do I have to?" Gio asked meekly.

Jez leaned over into Gio's ear, "Either you do, or I'll take matters into my own hands," she says, putting one hand on the hem of Gio's towel. Gio knew it was slightly better to be imagined nude than seen nude in front of the world.

"Bun-Bun's! Form a barricade so that the Ta-Ta's see as little of me as possible!" Gio commands as her best bet for surviving the upcoming embarrassment. Little does she know that she might already be showing off a _lot _more.

Complying with Jez's odd wishes, she waddles past the hostess, who suddenly notices the same humorous thing about the back of Gio's towel that Nina did and snorts before covering her mouth.

Jez almost blurts out what she sees to Gio but stops herself, reminding herself of the show's ratings.

As Gio turns around...