/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>375045

LET'S GO ELECTAWEASEL GIT IN THERE AND GIT GUD

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>375045

It's this or sudoku

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>375045

Show a 2 on 1 against Firebutt and Dick Dynamite.

>>375045

>>375053

I can't beat that. Go Team Electroweasel! Maybe Tessa can impress Clyde with the Stunning Blow technique she used on Cathy.

>>375044

I can only imagine the steam put off by a salamander in the shower. It must be like a sauna in there. This scene also made me realize that salamanders wouldn't know the joys of running fingers through their hair since they have big meaty claws. That must have been the biggest treat for Frankie!

>>375045

Worth it! Time well spent.

Clyde pulled on his collar, clearing his throat.

“Look, I’m pretty short on time…”

The look on Emma’s face stopped him in his tracks. Desperation, on the verge of tears.

“You gonna make her cry, Clyde?” Someone said. When he turned it was that salamander, Frankie. The two in the ring had stopped to watch from the ropes.

“Yeah, give her a chance.” David added.

“Shit… alright, what’s your gimmick?” He asked. Emma’s face lit up as she prepared herself.

“Alright, uh, so, electrified wrestler, face or heel, I don’t mind which! I could do all kinds of sparking hits and stuff, real showy! Right Tessa?” Emma said, her cousin nodding in agreeance.

“I think I remember seeing your application… what was your name? Your wrestler name?” Asked Clyde, rubbing his head.

“The Shock Mistress!” She answered proudly.

“Really… I know someone wanted you but couldn’t take you for some reason…” he replied.

“They’re missing out. She’s really good in the ring, we promise.” Frankie said, David nodding along with her.

After thinking for a moment he shrugged. “Alright, you know what, I’ll just make some time, show me.”

“Come on, Emma, get up here!” Frankie called, holding out a hand. The raiju grabbed it and pulled herself up into the ring with a smile, going to one side of the ring.

“Whoa, whoa, you’re gonna do a two on one?” Clyde asked. “Don’t you have a partner?”

“I-I do, just… give me a minute with them!” Emma answered, readying herself for the match.

“Don’t you guys hold back!” She called to Frankie and David. They nodded back, “Don’t worry, we won’t.” David replied.

“Start!” Dulce hollered. Immediately the two went after her, but Emma was quick. She bull rushed Frankie and knocked her back into David, following it up with a wide hook. David shoved Frankie to the side, taking the blow.

Pop!

An electric discharge cracked the air, sparks flying from Emma’s fist against David’s shoulder. He grunted, catching himself from stumbling.

“Good one,” David grunted, “but that won’t be enough!” He barked, ramming her with the same shoulder.

She fell back, her butt landing on the mat before she quickly recovered.

Frankie was on her, jumping at her in a flying tackle.

Emma managed to roll out of the way, getting up to drop an elbow on the salamander.

Wump!

She wrapped her arm around Frankie’s neck, turning over to get her into a sleeper hold, but suddenly they were both picked up.

David grunted as he lifted them both up and over his head.

“Ready Frankie?” He asked. The salamander nodded before he winded up to throw them both.

POP!

Emma looked down and there was Tessa, kicking at David’s exposed side. He dropped the two and backed off, each going their own ways.

“Whoo! That was a good one!” He shouted, slapping his side where she hat kicked him. “What are you packin’, a dozen D batteries?” He jeered, putting his guard back up.

Tessa turned and pulled Emma up by the hand.

“What are you…?” Emma began.

“Your minute’s up, partner. Let’s take care of this together,” she winked.

“Alright, alright! Let’s stop there, wouldn’t want any of my wrestlers to get hurt before they even started!” Clyde hollered. “Man, it is too early for this shit.” He grumbled to himself.

Dulce nudged him, “So?” She asked.

The four in the ring came closer to stare at him. He took a deep breath and sighed.

“That looked good, but it needs work. Tell ya what, I can’t manage all of you but you come with me and I’ll get you a manager.” He announced. The four in the ring cheered, the two raiju jumping with joy while Frankie and David hugged each other.

<Doublepost!

“Hey, look…” Jasmine whispered, nudging Lexi and pointing her to look to the door. In came Clyde silent as can be with a few newcomers in tow. Two of them she recognized, while two were new. He brought that salamander and her man along but who were the two raiju? Hypemen? More wrestlers?

Whatever, just more competition no doubt. He brought them over and sat them down beside them, smiling at Lexi.

She rolled her eyes, but gave him a smile back. Thankfully the four were silent, well… three. They had to keep one of them from losing her shit. Must be a fan, she figured.

“There are so many here today to see who will become the champions of Monster Mania! But what are you really here for?” Claudia asked, stepping back.

“Let me explain!” The voice of Jacob McLeary boomed. There he was, waltzing in like he owned the place - well, because he did. He threw his arms with each step in an almost comical gait until he reached the bicorn. Claudia handed him the mic and he put a hand on her shoulder.

“Thank you, Claudia.” He said, turning his attention to the viewers at home. “These wrestlers here think they got what it takes to become champions! Well the only way you’re gonna be a champion is if you can beat every single one of these people and claim the prize for yourselves!” He announced.

“And what is the prize?” Claudia posed the question.

“I’m glad you asked, Claudia.”

All the lights went out but for a single skylight above them. From the ‘heavens’ two great golden belts with many gemstones were lowered into McLeary’s hands.

“In my travels, I have come across something truly magnificent. You want to be champion, so what? That means nothing. With these belts you would become IMMORTALIZED!” He announced to the world.

“These ancient belts holds within them the power of the ancient gods of Egypt!”

“But, Mr. McLeary, why don’t you use it yourself?” Asked Claudia.

“Well that’s very simple, Claudia. Though I hate to admit it, I am not fit for these belts - not for lack of trying, mind you.” He joked, showing off his ‘muscles.’ “BUT! Not only must you be at the peak of physical condition - like me - to wear these belts so too must your partner! Only two may wear these belts together, they are too much for any one mortal! Otherwise: poof! You’re dead!”

A strange laugh rang out through the room, causing both Claudia and McLeary to look around, terrified.

“Where is that coming from,” McLeary asked, holding onto Claudia.

“Too true, thieves! No mortal could wield both belts!” The voice bellowed. Behind them the wall erupted in sparks and fire, and an explosion of pyrotechnics, then from the smoke came two figures, one much taller than the other.

They came forward and grabbed hold of the belts, ripping them from McLeary’s cowering hands.

A great mummy dressed in robes of white and gold stood over him, a gold and black masked anubis beside her.

“Wh-who are you?” Both Claudia and McLeary whimpered.

“I am no mortal.” The mummy answered. “For I am Temmet the Timeless, rightful owner of these ancient heirlooms you so foolishly pilfered. Rashi, deal with them.” She commanded the masked anubis.

“What? No! You can’t do this to me! No!” McLeary shouted as the anubis grabbed both him and the bicorn and dragged them back behind the destroyed wall, their cries for help fading away.

Now only the great mummy stood on the stage, holding both belts.

“Worry not, I shall humor you so called warriors and your games. Should you defeat me you might claim these belts of mine and with them earn your immortality. But… should you fail, I shall take back what is mine and rule this pathetic world once more!”

She donned the two belts, laughing as black smoke poured into the room from behind her, the lights fading out until it was pitch black.

<Triplepost!

“So what, you just brought on these four and thought it was a good idea?” Lexi asked, walking back and forth in Clyde’s office. Jasmine sat back and watched like it was some kind of drama unfolding in front of her.

“Hey, I’m only taking the two, the twins gotta get their own manager.” Clyde said, pointing over his computer at Lexi.

“‘Just the two!’ Are you playing both sides here, Clyde?” The manticore asked bluntly.

“I can’t believe you’d even say that! I got you all the way to champion at the Blood Games, Lex!” Clyde replied indignantly. The manticore simply stared at him in silence. After a moment he groaned in frustration.

“Look, if it bothers you that much, I’ll find them a manager. All of them. All I was doing was moving things along for a friend.” Clyde said. “Are we good?”

“Almost, but I got one more question: did McLeary put you up to this?” Lexi asked.

“No. Like I said, it was a friend of mine. She knows the trainer for the two newbies so I’m getting her in for them. Or are you against that, too?” He asked sarcastically.

“Fine.” Lexi grumbled. “Just make sure we're the only ones you’re managing.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He said as he printed off two copies - lists of managers from what Lexi could see.

He left the room, slamming the door behind him. Jasmine whistled, grabbing Lexi’s attention.

“You sure don’t hold back, do ya?” She said. Lexi shook her head.

“You don’t get it. If he manages for them then he’ll be spending most of his time getting them all situated and we’ll be left to fend for ourselves without a manager.”

“So?” The alraune shrugged.

“You don’t realize just how much work Clyde puts in for us.” Lexi shot back. “We’d be a mess without him.”

“Then maybe you shoulda put it to him that way instead.” Jasmine retorted. “I’ll be at the gym practicing.” She said, leaving Lexi by herself in the room.

The five were still in the large room waiting for Clyde to return. Somehow Emma had managed to go around and beg for every wrestler to take a photograph with her - even the big scary Verde Gigante, who to everyone’s surprise gladly took the photo, pretending to choke Emma. Afterward they shook hands and Verde left - all while keeping to her mute character.

“Holy crap guys, We’re… we’re really here!” Emma hissed, her legs wobbling from the excitement. Tessa held onto her to keep her from falling.

“Yeah, gotta admit it's pretty cool seeing this stuff on the other side of the curtain!” She said, giving her cousin a gentle shake.

Frankie and David were silently admiring all the other wrestlers from afar. Dulce noticed the two holding hands tightly and smiled. Guess their wish is coming true.

“Well, if it isn’t the Freedom Fighters!” It was none other than the man himself, Jacob McLeary and his bicorn assistant Claudia approaching them. He had cleaned himself up well and was holding out his hand towards the two ‘Freedom Fighters.’

David took hold of it and the two exchanged a strong handshake before Frankie followed suit.

“Glad to see you here, I got plans for you two. Ah, is this the trainer Clyde told me about?” McLeary asked, pointing at the baphomet.

“That’s right!” Dulce answered for them. “I’m the only one fit to train them!”

“I like her, she’s got spirit!” McLeary laughed, turning to Claudia who nodded along with him. He looked up and smiled. “Ah, speaking of Clyde.”

Sure enough Clyde had come through the doors and was heading straight for them with papers in hand.

“Oh, Mr. McLeary, uh, hi!” He greeted, searching his suit for a pen. “I brought these three here but there’s a change of plans, they need a manager. You know Lexi, conflict of interests or something like that.” He said.

McLeary laughed again, “That’s fine, that’s fine, I’m sure you got one in mind.”

Clyde nodded and held up the papers, “I have a list here for them to choose from. Same as these two here!” He exclaimed, handing the raiju ‘twins’ a copy. McLeary nodded, “Good, great. Who are they?” He asked, pointing to the two raiju.

“Oh - uh, well one of them claims to have put out an application. She’s pretty good in the ring, saw it myself. The other could do well with her. I thought you’d need a little more talent seeing as how we’re still accepting applicants-“

“Relax, Clyde. You worry about these three here and I’ll take care of these two.” McLeary said, pointing at Emma and Tessa.

“You two follow me, if Clyde says you got talent I believe him.” He said, leading them out of the room. Emma looked like she was about to have a heart attack from all the excitement. I guess meeting the guy who started all this would be pretty amazing for a hyper fan like her, Frankie thought. She noticed her hand was shaking a little as well and smiled.

<Quadpost!

“So what’s gonna happen when we get a manager?” She asked Clyde who was circling names on the list and crossing out others.

“Well, hopefully they’ll get you your uniforms before the first match and you’ll have yourselves a nice little setup at the gym we got -“

“No need, we’ll use our own.” Dulce interjected.

“Right, right, you’ll also have transportation and times for promos and the like. Your manager will get all that done for ya and all you gotta do is show up and perform. No piles of paperwork or flipping burgers anymore.” He said, slapping Frankie and David’s shoulders.

“Since I can’t be your manager I went ahead and made a list here for you. I trust these guys here, they’re real good. The ones I crossed off you uh… well some are new so I don’t know ‘em but the others are just… let’s be honest they’re not great. One of them is particularly bad at this whole thing.”

Frankie took the list and looked it over, holding it for both David and Dulce to see.

“Oh hey! Is that Megan?” David asked, pointing to one of the circles names.

“Oh, you know her?” Clyde asked, surprised.

“She’s the one I gave our applications to. Frankie we should get her to be our manager!” He urged her. Frankie shrugged, “Alright, why not?”

“But you only met her once.” Dulce protested.

“She made a really good impression.” David replied, “got our applications in and now we’re here.”

Clyde laughed.

“Well, she’s good at what she does. I’ll let her know you’re interested and see if she can get ya set up today. Hopefully she doesn’t have anyone to manage yet.”

“Wow, thanks a lot Clyde!” Frankie replied.

“Alright, so Clyde says one of you had an application with us?” Mr. McLeary asked, leaning against the front of his desk, Claudia standing at her own across from them ready to look it up.

“That was me!” Emma answered, stepping forward.

“Alright, and your name is Emma…” He began.

“Murphy!” She finished.

McLeary turned to the bicorn. “Claudia?” He asked, waiting for her response. She turned the screen of her computer towards them, showing an application.

“It says you were rejected.” McLeary pointed out, turning to her. “Let’s see what that’s about.”

Emma gulped and nodded, glancing back at Tessa. Her cousin put a hand on her shoulder.

Claudia turned the screen back and began scanning over it until she smiled.

“I see the problem.” She said, turning the screen back one more time. “Right here.” The bicorn came around the desk and tapped to a point on the screen.

McLeary squinted, looking closely.

“Ah… Yeah that would do it.” He declared. Emma looked at Tessa again before taking a deep breath.

“What was it?” She dared herself to ask.

“Have a look, right here.” He offered, beckoning her to come closer. She did as she was told, coming closer to look at the screen. Everything seemed fine - that is until she got to the ethnicity.

She groaned when she saw her x on the box.

‘Human.’

“I-I am so sorry, I… I-“ Emma said, her blood going cold.

“Don’t worry, it was a simple mistake! We’ll just fix that, won’t we Claudia? Everything else on this looks great. You even got yourself a name there, ‘Shock Mistress!’ I like it! But what about you?” McLeary asked, pointing at Tessa.

“You haven’t filled out an application. You got a name?”

“Tessa Murphy. I’m her cousin.” She answered.

“Why don’t we get you all set up then, Tessa? You got a name in mind? Do you guys share a gimmick? Once we get that squared away, we’ll look into some managers for you.”

Come up with a name and gimmick for Tessa! Try to play off Emma’s shock mistress - or do something completely different? Roll 1d20, highest roll wins!

You need a good manager, one who will get you what you need! The list is in front of you but nothing is marked, so it’s a roll of the dice! Make up a manager that might be on the list, (Are they good at their job, what’s their personality, are they a human male or female, or a monstergirl?) Roll 1d20, 1-10 failure, 11-20 success!

<Roll for one (1d20) or roll for both! (2d20)

<’failure’ on rolling for a manager will result in my own personal pick for a manager.

<Big post today. We're nearing the end of this thread so I'm gonna try to wrap it up here so the next thread can get right into the thick of MONSTER MANIA!

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>375372

The only thing coming to mind is greased lightning.

Rolled 10, 2 = 12 (2d20)

>>375372

Her will be the Tenacious Turbo Titalizer, and rolling for a Irish dark priest manager

>>375378

*name

it's kind of a mute point now though

Rolled 1, 7 = 8 (2d20)

>>375372

Shock Mistress and Storm Trooper: stoic heels with an "fascist military" theme. They grind their enemies down with excellent technical wrestling and then finish them off with flashy double team electric special attacks.

Thanks to her autism Emma recognizes an old MWE hand on the list: a fat human man with the stage name "John Falstaff". He's a classically trained actor and is well known as the first manager of many new MWE heels. As a comic character he usually claims the new heels are his "secret weapon" to destroy a well known face. At least until the heels inevitably "betray" him, usually due to his character's buffoonish incompetence. Lots of MWE wrestlers have fond memories of "Uncle Paul" and how he helped them get started.

It really irritates him how many people don't get the obvious reference in his stage name.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>375382

Backing this choice up

Rolled 16, 10 = 26 (2d20)

>>375372

Ok. So I'm going to roll. Clearly I'm going to get nat 20's for the whole lot of them.

And that's the bottom line

And that's the bottom line

And that's the bottom line

Because Violated Hero said so

>>375395

If it makes any difference give the winning roll to electaweasel because she needs it more than the other two.

Rolled 18, 15 = 33 (2d20)

>>375382

this

Rolled 9, 8 = 17 (2d20)

>>375382

That's pretty good! Especially the manager.

“Alright, get this.” Tessa replied, taking a deep breath. “She will be the Shock Mistress, like she said, and I can be Stormtrooper.”

“Alright, I’m with ya.” McLeary said.

“We go for the heel angle, we use intimidation, give everyone the stink eye.” Tessa continued.

“Yeah, yeah! What she said!” Emma added, giving her cousin a shake.

“So on top of that we go for a look that makes us real bad dudes, maybe something military…” Tessa thought out loud.

“Pick a good one, our military is out.” McLeary interjected. “At least for heels, that is. We can be offensive but we don’t want to lose our viewership. Foreign armies or historical ones.” He said, crossing his arms.

“We’ll figure that out with our manager.” Tessa replied. “There are plenty to choose from so I’m not worried, right Emma?” She said, turning to her cousin. Emma’s eyes were lit up with wonder as she scanned over the list of names in her hand.

“Ms. Murphy, something catch your eye?” Claudia asked.

She nodded, smiling up at the three of them. “I know who we need for a manager.” She answered.

“Who?” The three echoed.

The raiju held up the list and put her finger to the name.

“John Falstaff!” She answered.

“Oh, ol’ Paul huh?” McLeary restated, “Yeah, we can set you guys up. Is that who you want?”

Emma looked at Tessa with pleading eyes. She shrugged. “Yeah… why not?”

“Let me give him a call!” McLeary offered, holding out his hand to Claudia. The bicorn produced a cell phone, dialed a number and handed it to him, all with a smile.

He held it up, putting it on speaker. It rang a few times before someone answered.

“Hello? McLeary, that you?” A gruff old man answered.

“Hey, Paul! How ya doin’ friend?” McLeary greeted him.

“How do ya think ya ol’ bastard. I’m enjoying life doin’ a whole lot of fu-“

“Whoa, hey, hey, Paul! I got good news for ya!” McLeary interrupted.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Paul replied.

“I got two lovely ladies here who want to be trained by old John Falstaff. They want to be professional wrestlers like the kind you’ve made in the past.” McLeary announced, winking at the two raiju. Emma’s smile widened while Tessa raised a brow.

“This for that new Monster Mania thing ya got goin’?” Asked Paul, sounding less than enthused.

“That’s right! Whaddaya say?” McLeary asked. The phone went silent for a moment before Paul cleared his throat.

“I’ll come see what’s what, but no promises. You know I’m retired, McLeary.” Paul replied. “I haven’t trained anyone since the old Morticia, and we know how she turned out.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Paul, her acting was phenomenal!”

“Ri-ight… well, I’ll head on over in a bit. Wife wants me to trim the bushes out front.”

“Hey, why don’t they come to your place? It’d probably be more convenient for ya!” McLeary suggested. “O-oh… I mean, I’ll have to check with my wife-“

“Don’t sweat it, Paul, I’ll talk to her for ya!” McLeary said before hanging up the phone. He handed it back to Claudia and smiled at the two raiju.

“We’ll just head on over. Paul’s a good guy, you’ll see.”

<Doublepost!

Paul’s house was in an older neighborhood. It was one of those trailer parks for old timers, as far as Tessa could tell. The non mobile variety with just enough space for one or two people to live out the rest of their years.

It was kind of disappointing to see someone like John Falstaff, one of the old, great influences of MWE living in such a place. Still, there he was, trimming the bushes. His rotund body was framed by the vibrant green hedges in front of his trailer as he snipped away at protruding branches.

He was getting on in his years, his hair had become peppered with age. His face only sagged slightly, still retaining that familiar roundness that belonged to the infamous John Falstaff. When McLeary stepped out of the car to greet him he looked surprised but happy to see him, his demeanor completely changing from what it was over the phone.

“McLeary ya old bastard, how’ve you been?” He asked in that gruff voice, dropping the shears to hug the man. McLeary grunted, attempting to hug him back without getting crushed.

“I’m good… Paul! I’ve brought the two I told you about!” He replied, breaking free from the man’s grasp.

Like The Blob finding its next victim Paul locked eyes with either of the raiju ‘twins.’

“Two of ya, huh? Well, you both look like you could use a good manager. You know anything about wrestling?” Paul asked them.

Emma smiled sheepishly, still trying to process meeting yet another of her childhood heroes. Tessa cleared her throat.

“Sorry, she’s a really big fan. She knows just about everything about wrestling. She’s pretty good in the ring, too.” She answered.

“And you?” Paul asked.

“I grew up watching it with her, but I haven’t had time for it until now.” She answered honestly.

“Well, a know it all, eh?” He said with a grin. “I’m just teasin’ ya. Still, being ‘good in the ring’ can be up for debate. You wrestle well? You pull off the moves without hurting each other, I mean really hurting each other? Great, you’re halfway there. But you gotta know how to act. You gotta have character, kid! Or nobody’s gonna like ya!” Paul lectured the two.

McLeary smiled, “So I take it you’ll show them how to act?” He asked. Paul looked at the two raiju once again. Both of them were looking at him expectantly, Emma looking like a begging child while Tessa was intensely anticipating his response.

Paul sighed, “Yeah, alright. You got me. But this is the last batch I’ll do, then I’m done for good, you hear me McLeary?” He answered, wagging a finger at him.

“Great, I knew I could count on you! When can you start?” Asked McLeary.

“Oh, you know, we’ll start right here right now. We can talk about the usual setups and get ups while I finish trimmin’.” Paul replied.

“You good with that, ladies?” McLeary asked.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine.” Tessa answered for them.

“I’ll leave them to you, Paul - now let me just go sweet talk your wife into this.” McLeary said, heading for the door.

“No need, I already told her I was gonna do it whether she liked it or not.” The round man replied, patting his belly.

“Ah. Well alright then, I guess when you’re done for the day just give me a call, I’ll have someone pick them up.” Said McLeary, pointing at either of them.

“Get goin’, ya damned philanderer!” Paul laughed.

McLeary smiled, waved and headed back to the car.

<Triplepost!

“Alright, so you want to be a couple of heels, right?” Paul started, going back to clipping several more leaves from the hedge.

“That’s right, Mr. Falstaff!” Emma answered.

“Haha, just Paul is fine. We’re not on stage yet. Oh, right, we haven’t introduced ourselves yet. You know me as John Falstaff, but everyone’s just calls me Uncle Paul.” He said, stopping to shake their hands. Though his hands were rough his grip was gentle as he shook theirs.

“I’m Emma Murphy!”

“I’m Tessa Murphy.” They replied.

Paul gave them a big smile. “Sisters?” He asked.

“Cousins.” Tessa replied.

“Wow! Well, don’t mind my complaining from earlier, it’s a pleasure, really. I just like to give ol’ McLeary a hard time. Keeps him on his toes. It’s all part of the game.” He said, going back to trimming his bushes.

Emma and Tessa exchanged a glance, neither of them sure of what to say.

Paul cleared his throat. “Alright, so lay it on me. What’s the deal, what kind of heels do you want to become?” He asked.

“Tessa and I had a few ideas to play off our natural talents.” Emma replied. “Being raiju and all we can generate electricity a lot more than a human. I get little bursts of static, Tessa there can make big electric pops!”

“Really? Can you show me?” Uncle Paul asked.

“Well, uh… I can try.” Emma replied. “But it's more noticeable with Tessa.”

Her cousin demonstrated, holding out both fists. Soon enough a current began running up between both arms, the electricity causing her hair to stand up on ends.

Paul whistled, “Wouldn’t wanna be the guy on the other end of that!”

“Oh, this ain’t even the worst of it!” Tessa bragged. “I can get more ‘kick’ out of my legs!”

Emma snorted, stifling a giggle while Paul shook his head with a smile.

“This is the extent of what mine can do.” Emma said, her hair getting messed up by the tiny sparks of electricity she generated.

“We can still use that, we’ll just have to work on it.” Paul reassured her. “So you got that going for ya, what else?”

“Oh, right! Our names! Our gimmick!” Emma piped up. “I’m the Shock Mistress!”

“And I would be Stormtrooper.” Tessa added.

“Not bad,” he chuckled. “So you got a thunder theme with a domineering motif.”

“Yeah! Exactly!” Emma said, pointing at him. “We want to be cool! So we need some uniforms to do that!”

“We want something a little intimidating. Something that will let people know we’re bad. We talked about it with McLeary, maybe some kinda military uniform from the past?” Tessa suggested.

“Well, there’s a few costumes you can use I got laying around in a box from the early days. They’re in storage but they should be okay until we get you something good. We can take a look at your choices, or we can try to get something custom made.” Paul explained. “And with that, I think I’m done!” He said, stepping back from the hedge.

<Quatpost!

“Well look who it is! I knew you two would make it!” Megan exclaimed, standing up from her desk to shake Frankie, David and Dulce’s hands.

“Thanks a lot, Megan. You really helped us out.” David replied, putting an arm around Frankie’s shoulder.

“Oh, no, I just put the apps on McLeary’s desk. He’s the one who makes the decisions.” She said, sitting back down at the desk.

“Well either way, thanks!” Frankie said. “Just that was enough to help us out, so we thought we could use a reliable manager like you!”

“Ha, smooth talkers, the both of you.” Megan replied, clicking through her computer.

“And you must be their trainer?” Megan asked, looking at Dulce. The baphomet nodded, crossing her arms.

“Tha’s right. I’m the only one fit to train them!” She answered.

“Don’t mind Baphne there…” David said.

“It’s Dulce!” She barked back at him.

“I… see. Well, glad to meet you, Dulce.” Megan said. “I’ll be honest with you guys. I have one other tag team to manage at the moment, but if you’re really okay with it, I can still be your manager.”

“Whoa, no way, you can’t give them one hundred percent managing two teams like that!” Dulce protested.

“Don’t worry, they’re going to be switching to heels soon, so they’re gonna have a new manager. It’s only going to be a short while of juggling. I’m really good at my balancing act.” Megan said confidently. “Oh, and I can get you guys your costumes in just in time for your first match. We won’t have to waste so much time with your coaching, you guys seem to know what you’re doing already with that promo video. Nice and cheesy! Exactly what it needs to be!”

A Cheesy huh? You and David could get dangerously cheesy! Finalize signing on with Megan and get to ordering those custom made uniforms asap!

B. You may want a manager that can give you full focus now! You’re still nervous and need guidance! Although there’s no guarantee of getting your uniforms in time for your first match. (Same as before, make up a manager for the Freedom Fighters, this time 1d20 highest roll, no failure. Alternatively if someone comes up with something you like just roll for them like before.)

C. Ask who she’s currently managing. You’re curious to know who’s going face turned heel. (Roll 1d20 1-13 failure, 14-20 success on persuasion!)

<Solid stuff guys, really appreciate it!

Gonna try to do Uncle Paul some JUSTICE, hope I can have him live up to your expectations.

>>375603

A

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>375603

A straight out of the 1980's, and C knowledge is power

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>375603

A & C.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>375603

A, and make the costumes 90's raver with all manner of vomit worthy bright colours

>>375603

A & C. ♪ She is a real American… ♪

>>375632

>>375641

I can't beat these.

Finally after what felt like forever Paul seemed to be on a website that was exclusively for designing wrestler’s outfits. He had opened up a catalogue of sorts for example outfits.

“This is an old friend of mine’s website here,” Paul explained. “He made all the outfits for the wrestlers under my management. He’s a pro, none better than him! You say you want something that’ll make you look cool, intimidating, give you an air of menace? He’s your guy. He made Verde Gigante’s latest suit, ya know? Way better than the last one.”

“Oh, for sure.” Tessa replied.

“Yeah, no one’s gonna fight that.” Even Emma agreed. Paul laughed.

“I don’t know what they were thinking the first time around. Felt bad for the gal, that must have been embarrassing. Anyway, so how’s this?” Paul said, pointing at the screen. He seemed to have scrolled down and was jabbing a finger onto the screen at a leather outfit.

It had tight pants and boots with a leather jacket. Lotsa chains. Underneath was a simple white shirt. Tessa shook her head.

“We’re not trying to be greasers or punks.” She answered.

“I liked it!” Emma whined.

“Think about it, do you want to be wearing leather on stage for an hour while you wrestle?” Tessa asked, crossing her arms.

“Well we already got all this fluff…” Emma pointed out, ruffling the blue tuft of fur on her sternum. “It probably wouldn’t hurt to have it but I get what you’re saying…”

“It’s a maybe.” Replied Tessa. “Let’s see what else there is.”

Paul continued scrolling, finding a few other things that caught interest.

“Ohh, how about that?” Asked Emma, stopping paul when he scrolled by an old military uniform. It was modified to look more like a wrestler’s uniform with a leotard and simple shirt covered by the nonspecific officer’s jacket. Nice buttons on it and the set even had an officer’s cap. You put a skull on that and your set to be a heel for life!

“You like that?” Paul turned to her with a smile.

“I like some parts from it. Mostly the cap and the jacket.” Emma said.

Tessa hummed in agreement. “I think we could use that. But we should try to add to it to make it unique to us.” She suggested.

Paul thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers and jumped from his chair with surprising nimbleness, heading through the other side of the trailer. “I just had an idea!” He hollered, opening what appeared to be a closet.

The two raiju looked at one another while he rummaged around in it, shrugging at one another.

“What’s your idea?” Tessa asked first.

“Hold on, hold on! If this works it’ll be great!” He assured them.

Soon enough he came back with an old cardboard box. When they looked inside they saw old Christmas lights.

“Uh… what exactly is this idea of yours?” Tessa asked flatly.

The corners of Emma’s mouth slowly began to turn upward, a stifled squeal escaping her lips.

“You get it?” Paul asked, pointing at her. Emma nodded fervently.

“Go ahead, take a guess!” He urged her.

Emma wrapped her arms around her cousin and shook her wildly. “We could be our own light show! We put lights on our costumes and use our natural static to light them up! See?” She said, sticking a hand in the box. She grabbed the plug and the lights unceremoniously blinked on and off. Now Tessa was grinning ear to ear.

“Hey-y! That’s pretty damn cool! With a little practice we could probably pull off some cool patterns and stuff! Do you think your guy could do it? Put lights on our clothes?” She asked Paul.

<Triplepost!

He nodded, “Oh yeah, Lenny can do anything. This might be a first for him though. So did you have anything else in mind? Colors, designs?”

Tessa thought about it for a moment before Emma took a sharp breath.

“We should have black uniforms with bright teal lights that go all around us a-and a yellow lightning bolt on our backs and we could have chains on our belts and hats and-“

“Whoa, whoa️, slow down, Emma, I can only remember so much!” Paul laughed. “Tell ya what, that all sounds great, but why don’t we go pay Lenny a visit and see what he says? We can get your measurements and all that taken care of while we’re there.”

“He can do all that without an appointment?” Asked Tessa, a little doubtful that would actually work.

“You kiddin’? The guy would drop everything for me!” Paul laughed. “Whaddaya say?”

The two raiju gave each other a nod. “Sounds good!” They answered in unison.

“Maggie! We’re gonna go visit Leonard! You wanna come?” Paul called to his wife. When there was no answer he sighed. “Gimme just a minute ladies, I’ll meet you outside.”

Tessa looked to Emma, who shook her head and shrugged, following her out the door.

“So, who is she, Emms?” Tessa asked, closing the front door behind her cousin.

Emma gave her a smug look, as if to say ‘oh, you don’t know?’

Tessa considered slugging her in the arm, that oughta wipe that stupid shit eating grin off her face - but before she could her cousin waved her in closer.

“Don’t go freaking out or crowding her-“

“Oh, you mean like you?” Tessa cut in.

“But… that’s the old Morticia!” Emma continued, ignoring her cousin’s comment. Tessa could tell she was desperately trying to keep her voice down from the excitement.

She pulled back, not wanting to believe it. “You sure?” Tessa asked.

Emma nodded. “I’m a hundred and ten percent certain. I saw the match where her mask came off at least five thousand times. You never forget that face!” She said.

“No way. She’s so tiny!” Tessa argued.

“She wasn’t small to us when we were kids!” Emma corrected her.

Tessa got in close and lowered her voice. “Is… that why she botched all those moves?”

“They didn’t start calling her the hangman for nothing.” Answered Emma with a whisper.

“That’s also the reason they banned flying in the ring. Too dangerous. Lucky for us! Too bad, I really liked her.”

“Shush! I hear Paul coming.” Tessa said, covering her cousin’s mouth.

“Alright ladies! Ready to hit the road?” Paul asked, none the wiser.

They both nodded, following him around the side of the trailer to the overhang parking space. Under it was an old looking sedan with a few scratches and dents on the back bumper. Whether due to Paul’s driving or someone else’s was up in the air.

He took the time to unlock the passenger side first, then walked around the front of the car to the driver’s side. Just as he opened the door, he stopped and stared at the two raiju.

“Well, come on!” He said, “What’re you waitin’ for?”

“We’re deciding who’s gonna ride shotgun.” Tessa answered. Paul looked over to Emma who was bumping a fist on an open hand. Were they about to play Rock, Paper, Scissors for it?

They were.

The two cousins were playing a round of Rock, Paper, Scissors.

<Quadpost!

Tessa sighed, staring out the window of the passenger’s door. She had won shotgun and while it was fun to poke fun at Emms for begging for best outta three, Tessa didn’t really feel like she ‘won.’

Now she had to sit up front with this fat guy she hardly knew. Sure he was on MWE a few times, it was fun to laugh at his antics of attempting to train up a cast of heels and ‘ne'er do wells’ as he’d call them during broadcasts, but Jon Falstaff? That felt like it was all Emma’s idea - which, to be fair, it was.

I’m pretty much just tagging along, Tessa thought to herself. She didn’t have much in the way of a job after that incident and sitting around with Wendy was nice, but it wasn’t really doing it for her - but never in her wildest dreams did she think she would be on the way to becoming a wrestling star for MWE.

It all felt off… like nothing was real. Like she would wake up from this weird dream in a hospital bed and be told she was just in a coma all this time.

Still… hanging out with Emms again was the best thing she’d had for a while now but for some reason she just couldn’t shake this weird, indescribable feeling she had in her gut.

It wasn’t about Paul… it wasn’t about being a wrestler… she just couldn’t explain it.

When she looked back and saw Emma happy as can be she shook her head. She’s like a kid in a candy store - or, y’know, a Mark meeting every single wrestler they love in one room. That was pretty fuckin’ cool.

Tessa shook her head again. Forget about all that stupid ‘weird feeling’ bullshit. There’s no need to make an ass out of yourself when Emma is having such a good time, she thought.

“So, ladies, can you tell me something?” Paul began.

“Sure, Paul!” Answered Emma.

“What do you two like most about wrestling? I mean MWE wrestling.” He continued, glancing over at Tessa.

“What do you mean?” Replied Emma.

“Yeah, like, what, the fights?” Tessa added, turning to face him.

“No, no, nothing like that. What gets you excited? You like the stories? The feuds? The characters? I myself love the acting.” The round man elaborated. “How about you, Tessa?”

“Me?” Tessa asked, placing a hand on her chest. She turned back to the window to think on it for a moment.

“I like the way a wrestler enters the arena. I think that leaves a big impact on people - it did on me. The lights, the music, everything down to the wrestler’s costume…” She answered.

“Wow, How about you, Emma?” Paul asked.

A. What is best in wrestling? (Roll 1d20, highest wins)

B. You should also probably come up with a name for your tag team! (Vote without rolls to better choose among yourselves)

<Sorry for taking so long guys, crazy week, family shit, Halloween and lack of motivation.

<I hope this post makes up for the wait! If not I got something special planned as soon as it's finished!

<We got about two or three more updates before the next thread! We're almost there!

[spoiler]I might spend a day or two drawing up the planned uniforms for the combination of >>375641 and >>375382 to the Raiju's uniforms (since I already had Frankie and David's planned, sorry!) but I just thought of one thing

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>376419

For the first thing: the best thing of wrestling is the matches. Sure there's stories, but it's the action in the ring that caught the electaweasel's eye.

Name? Can't think of anything at the moment. Will say something if I think of it and it's not too late to mention something.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>376419

>A. What is best in wrestling?

TO CRUSH YOUR ENEMIES, SEE THEM DRIVEN BEFORE YOU AND HEAR THE LAMENTATION OF THEIR MARKS

>>376594

> effortpost

> forget to sage

I'll go kill myself now

Emma thought about her answer for a few moments before taking a deep breath. “I…” She hesitated, thinking on it some more. She looked to Tessa who turned to look back at her, expecting an answer. Emma sighed. “I like the action of it all. The way the wrestlers interact with one another. Selling their reactions, the stage acting and all that.” She answered, looking away. Paul hummed as though that helped him think over their answers. Whether or not he was disappointed with her answer, Emma couldn’t really tell. Tessa had sat forward once again, looking out her window.

It wasn’t really a lie, she really did like all that stuff… but it was just… weird, talking about it out of the blue like this - and to a man she hardly knew. Sure she saw him on TV now and then and really did like Old John Falstaff, but in reality they had only just met. He was now their manager but would he really be interested in getting bombarded by a girl and her shitty baggage like that? If I’m gonna tell him anything… we should at least get to know one another first. Tessa probably already knew something was up. That time apart from one another may have changed her a little but not by much. The two of them grew up together, how could she not tell when something was up?

Emma spent some time sitting in the back seat thinking on it. What did she like most about wrestling? Memories of her childhood spending Monday night watching MWE with her dad came to mind as she fought to keep her cool. Would her dad be proud of her? Even now after all the hardships? Would things have turned out differently? Would she still become a wrestler? Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden stop.

“We’re here!” Paul announced with a chuckle.

Thoughts like that’ll have to wait, right now I need to focus on making my dream come true, she told herself as she wiped her eyes.

“Wow, David! This feels great!” Frankie said with a smile and a pat to either side of her gut. She was wearing a blue leotard that was form fitting yet flexible. It really showed off her muscles underneath, the way it followed the contours of her muscular frame, it was pretty damn hot. David would never admit that, not in public anyway. Sure, they were in a changing room, but they certainly weren’t alone. “That is the material that we will be using for your suits. It’s a relatively new material we developed, it breathes well and is highly durable!” One of the assistants - a devil named Alyssa explained. She was short, only standing up to David’s gut, but she assured them she was in fact an employee working for Mr. McLeary. Apparently he and some business partners of his owned this company that exclusively makes uniforms, equipment and all sorts of sports supplies. It’s some kind of sister company called Da'nike that started up a few years ago and signed a deal with MWE.

“That’s perfect!” Frankie said, twisting and turning in just about every way she could think of to test it out. “This this is just awesome! What do you think, David?” She asked. He simply nodded his head and gave her a thumbs up, dreading the idea that he would be wearing something equally as… revealing.

“I have yours right here.” Alyssa said, leading David into another dressing with only a curtain separating them.

“If you need help-“

“I’m fine!” David interrupted the devil. “Thank you!”

With the curtain shut, he found the leotard sitting on top of the bench folded up neatly. It was blue like Frankie’s, although much larger by comparison when he held it up. It was certainly different in another way. There seemed to be some kind of padding near the crotch. Interesting. Wait, how do you put this on?

It looks like I just… slip it on, he thought, sticking his feet through the two leg holes. Then he pulled the straps up over his shoulders. They slapped against his skin like a rubber band. Well, so far it seemed alright. It was a little loose, but… that was probably because the back was still open.

“Uh… excuse me?” He called out.

“What’s wrong, David? Get your foot caught in the pant leg?” Frankie jeered.

“If you need help, sir-“

“I- uh, just send the idiot in here!” He answered.

“Idiot? Who are you calling and idiot?!” Frankie shouted, forcing her way into the change room. She stopped when she saw David was half dressed and groaned. “You- ugh, if you needed help with that you should have just asked!” She reprimanded him.

<Doublepost

“Just help me!” Replied David, embarrassed. “I can’t reach the holes for that shit.”

“Just turn around you big baby!” Frankie ordered him, reaching up to grab his shoulders and twist him around.

She stopped for a moment to admire the width of his back, staring at all the muscles he had built over the years. She had a hand in it, sure, but… wow did he look good-

“Hey, you stare any longer and I’ll have to charge you.” He hissed under his breath. Frankie’s face turned beat red as she took hold of the strings, weaving them through the holes.

“Sh-shut up! I wasn’t staring!” She argued.

“Sure, and we’re both still pure as the driven snow.” He shot back. “Hurk!”

Frankie quickly shut him up with a tight pull on the strings. She continued to tie them in silence, her anger simmering with each pull on the strings until she finally finished and tied it at the top.

“There. Come on.” She said, pulling him out of the stall.

“How does it feel when you walk?”

“Uh… it feels alright. Pretty good, actually.” He admitted, stopping to do some stretches like she had. Frankie whistled, slapping his ass.

“Lookin’ good there!” She said with a grin.

There came a cough and a clearing of the throat, causing the two to stand up stiff.

“Are you satisfied?” Alyssa asked abruptly. Shit, nearly forgot she was here, David thought.

“Y-yeah! It fits well, no chafing or nothin’!” He answered.

“Great, I’ll pass it along. It’s nearly lunchtime, so if you’re hungry, there’s a cafeteria near the front of the building. You may keep those as training uniforms to get use to their feeling if you like.” Said the devil before turning to leave.

The two stared at one another before David’s stomach let out a big growl.

“It is about that time, isn’t it.” He said.

“Come on, let’s change and go get some food.” Frankie replied.

“So where’s Dulce?” David asked Frankie. The salamander shrugged, her mouth too full with hoagie to answer. The two had gotten some food and were enjoying lunch together in the cafeteria. This Da’nike place was relatively busy today from the looks of it.

We were lucky to find a table at all, David thought to himself.

“Look who I found!” The baphomet’s voice came from behind. When the two turned they saw Dulce standing with two raiju and a man that was at least three times their size.

“Hey-y! Emma! Tessa! How’ve you been?” David greeted the two.

“Hey!” They replied.

“We’re doin’ good now! Got the uniforms and stuff all squared away.” Tessa explained.

Emma looked excited as ever, playing around with some kind of light. It kept flickering on and off in her hands. Was it broken?

“Ay cabrones, forget them, this is Paul.” Dulce introduced the man. “So like I was saying, Paul, this is Frankie and David.”

“Hey there!” He said, taking David’s hand and shaking it vigorously. He turned to Frankie and did the same. “Oh, ha! This one’s got a good grip!” He announced.

“You’re their manager, aren’t you?” David asked. “Aha, sharp! Yep, I’m their manager, you may have seen me a few times-“

“You’re John Falstaff!” Both David and Frankie pointed out.

He chuckled, “Yes, yes that’s me. I’m glad to hear my name hasn’t been forgotten even among you newcomers!” His belly shook as he laughed.

“It’s great to meet ya! Monster Mania starts in a week! Are you excited?” He asked.

“Of course!” Frankie answered. “I’m ready to throw down!”

“We’ve been looking forward to this our entire lives.”

David added.

<Triplepost!

“You don’t say? Well, I’m happy for ya! Come on, ladies! Let’s get some food so we can eat with your friends! You don’t mind, do ya?” He asked, already guiding the two raiju over towards the deli.

“Not at all!” David called to the portly man.

Dulce sat down across from them and sighed.

“So, hear anything from Megan?” She asked, resting her chin between her hands.

“Oh yeah, we took pictures and sent them to her earlier. She sent us schedules for the start of the upcoming matches. Monster Mania starts in a week but our first match isn't until the second day.” Said Frankie.

“And your uniforms?” Dulce pressed.

“They assured us they would be ready in time.” Answered David.

“Good… you guys’re making me nervous with how well you’re taking all this.” The baphomet admitted. “Aren’t you a little overwhelmed?”

Frankie snorted, “No, are you?”

“Nope! Not even a little!” Dulce shot back. “But I want to get you two on some steady training before your first match. I don’t want you two screwing things up for your first real match!”

The two exchanged looks and nodded. “We’ll get right onto it tomorrow. Megan wants to see us later today to help us rehearse our roles and all that.” David explained.

Before Dulce could reply the two raiju and Paul returned, taking their seats.

“So you guys are here to get your suits done?” Emma asked.

“Yup, just got fitted not too long ago!” Frankie answered with a smile.

“We got fitted yesterday but our suits are gonna take a lot of work… we came back today to test out these!” Said Emma, holding up a circular piece of plastic.

“What is it…?” David asked.

“It’s a light!” The raiju replied.

“How does it work?” Frankie said, taking hold of it to look it over. Sure, there were little LED bulbs inside it but how did it turn on?

Emma took it back and smiled. “Let me show ya!”

Her hair began to raise a little as she concentrated a small jolt of electricity. Suddenly the circle lit up with a bright pink hue. It quickly flashed for a moment like a miniature strobe light before flickering off.

Both David and Frankie stared at it, neither one willing to admit they were a little jealous.

“There were a lot of different colors for the lights and all that, but we decided on pink and yellow and silver.” Tessa elaborated, lazily stirring a spoon in her soup.

“So what are yours like?” Paul asked.

“We kept ours simple for the most part. Just some stars and stripes, some fire designs, nothing too crazy.” Replied Frankie.

“I got a mask!” David answered. “I tried a few on and they were cool but I went with a simple one.”

“Cool! We got hats!” Emma replied. “They’re all military and badass!”

“Gonna be hard to keep those on during a match.” David pointed out.

“Not really. We just use our static and they’re basically glued to our heads.” Replied Tessa.

“That’s pretty cool.” Said Frankie. “So, what’s your guys schtick then?”

“Well, we can’t go spoiling the surprise now, can we?” Paul butted in. “You’ll have to wait to see it, same as everyone else!”

<Quadpost!

Clink… Clink!

The weights lifted slowly, the pull chain tightening up as they reached the zenith of the machine’s pulley. A moment later they just as slowly met with the metal plate at the bottom. Lexi was pushing against the chest press with deep breaths, sweat rolling off her cheeks and down her neck. Her ‘fluff’ was damp with it and her arms were shaking. How long have I been here? She asked herself. Well, whatever, I can keep going. It’s not like I got anything else planned today. She gave a few more reps before her arms gave out and the weights clinked loudly against the base. When she looked around she saw that no one was actually around to care. She had come into the gym late at night to work out some of her frustration. She and Clyde had not spoken since the other day, which only made it worse. It might just be one-sided since she never actually tried to talk to him, but she couldn’t help but feel if she did he would simply answer with a few curt words or a grunt.

That’s what I would do, maybe worse… she thought. If someone had spoken to me in that manner I would have let them have it. But then… the cycle would start over and I’d be no better than before.

She grabbed her towel and wiped the sweat from her face and neck, breathing heavily. The soreness from her muscles caused her to gasp once or twice, but this was nothing.

Jasmine had come by earlier to work out with her but they hardly spoke at all. Lexi thought and thought about everything even after the alraune went home. What was I so angry for? Did Clyde really even do anything wrong?

Getting those four a spot, well, he was helping McLeary out with the roster. It’s no wonder that the guy likes him so much.

Lexi stood up and wiped the equipment off, heading back for the treadmills to wind down.

It helps McCleary to get them, but Clyde said it was for a friend. He never really talked about his personal life before MWE… she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little curious.

His friend knew those two newbies that sent out that promo, or at least knew their baphomet trainer. But there’s so many baphomets in Saint Monica that even considering looking into it would be a waste of time.

What were the newbies’ names again? They called themselves the ‘Freedom Fighters.’ Well whatever their names were, she’d learn them soon enough. Monster Mania was coming up fast and the schedules looks pretty tight.

She and Jasmine - no, Hemlock and Ipecac were scheduled to be the third match of the first night. Their opponent was going to be none other than Komodo and her international wrestler Hiroaki. She’d seen plenty of Komodo’s matches, but this Hiroaki guy comes from some league in Japan. Apparently McCleary knows some people and managed to get ahold of the guy as part of some deal. As for the other fights… well, the first fight was…

A. Lucile “Moonshine” Dukes and Bruce “Rawhide” Davey VS Onignac and Gimlet

B. Baracuda and Devilray VS Headhunter Hailey and Abra Cadaver

C. Cannibal Hannah and Meatgrinder VS Morticia and Phil Actery

D. Silver Slam Simian and Goldenboy VS Verde Gigante and Chris Cruz

<This might be the last (or second to last) post for this thread! I'm really sorry I'm taking so long guys. There's really no excuse other than I've been having some writer's block/art block.

>>376480

<I love you no homo.

>>376594

<We're going with this but I think we should do a little buildup for it first.

>Spoiler

Just rolling the dice on Tessa is all :^)

>>376595

<All is forgiven artfriend.

>>377305

> cowgirl themed moo moo tits vs stacked blue oni (and her atomic alcoholics)

I Beardicus totally random Anon, vote A.

Glad you're back.

>>377317

>implying you're beardicus

>>377318

We are all Beardicus.

Why don't you vote?

>>377304

C

>>377305

Gonna roll with C on this one

>>377305

A

>>377305

A

<Since I'm pretty much already writing for C (sorry guys) I'll go ahead and make A the next fight.

<I'm gonna go ahead and use the next post for the next thread seeing as how we only got 9 posts left for this one now (and I don't know how many would be left given how long I'm making it)

<The wait might take a little longer since I'm doing artfag shit for the thumbnail and all that.

<If you wanna discuss anything here be my guest.

<I just hope you guys are enjoying this shit up to now. I'm also gonna be doing a greentext on the side in a bit here just to get my creative juices flowing again. Hopefully it will help get me out of this funk.

<Oh, and happy turkey day! I'm thankful for all you guys participating and for /monster/.

<You guys make all this shit worth it! no homo

>>377899

Have some platonic bro kisses and hugs nigga

>>377933

forgets the no homo

a-anon …