/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

Now David was suspicious, giving her a sideways glance as soon as he caught sight of the spicy lizard gal. Surprises with her were rarely good, usually they involved some form of prank or physical pain. “Surprise! Check this out!” She squealed, holding up two fliers. After a moment of skimming David realized they were entry forms for some new division MWE was trying to push called Monster Mania. “You’re kidding, they don’t let humans enter, you know,” he said, shaking his head. “That’s not true, look! Right here, it says they’re now accepting human applicants! MWE calls it Monster Mania. Apparently they want to broaden their horizons so they’re making a tag team league with humans and monsters. Besides, you can keep up with me, you’re pretty fit! WE could be a tag team!” Looked like today’s surprise was physical pain, but maybe it would be a good pain? Her face was beaming with joy at the thought, or maybe that was just the fire from her tail flaring up at the idea of fighting with him side by side.

There’s no way I can say no to her, though, he thought. I mean we can share our dream like we’ve always wanted to. I- no, WE can’t pass this up, right?

The two went back to David’s place to fill out the applications. Frankie sat at the table and went through hers diligently. All the usual information was there, it was like filling out a typical application, except you know, for wrestling. She had even written up a name she wanted for herself, ”Monica Flare.” After she finished she began doodling up a drawing of her wrestler outfit, a one piece with the good old stars and stripes, red, white and blue flames. Her gimmick played entirely off of what she was, a pyromaniac born and raised in Saint Monica, just like David. Well, half like him, seeing as how he couldn’t shoot flames out of his backside.

David rubbed his temple with one hand hand twirled a pen with the other. He couldn’t decide on a name or what he wanted to wear. Sure, he had thought about it for years, but he never really came up with anything solid. Maybe I should play off of Frankie’s character? Those stars and stripes were pretty cool looking, David thought. Although, I don’t want to get ahead of myself.

“Won’t they help us with all that if they accept our apps?” David pointed out, trying to be a little more realistic about all this. “I mean, I don’t want you to waste time coming up with this stuff only for them to reject it.”

Frankie grinned, “I don’t think they’ll reject it, I mean look at this.” She held up her drawing next to her face, “You really think they could reject this face?”

David rolled his eyes, “Oh, now I know they will.” His sarcasm was not lost on her.

“Well what about you? What’s your stage name, huh?” She asked, shoving him playfully. “You gonna be Botchstain?”

“It’s Bloodstain and no, I’m not thirteen anymore, miss ‘Monica Flare.’”

Frankie moaned with satisfaction, “Ooh, that sounds so damn good. Say it again. Say ‘miss Monica Flare’ again.”

“Wow, narcissist.” David remarked.

“WELL MAYBE YOU’D GET IT IF YOU CAME UP WITH ONE RIGHT NOW?” She hollered, slapping David’s arm like a child.

A. Come up with something right now, maybe something to play off her name? (Roll a 1d20)

B. You want to wait and see if you even get accepted, no sense in wasting your efforts yet. Besides, maybe they'll come up with something for you?

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>366383

A, and for a name we should use The Great American Challenger

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>366383

going to go with A, and throwing out Star Storm for our name

But we need a name for the tag team part of things. The dice won't fail me so I'm going with Supernauts

in b4 one eye'd lamia JUSTS me

>>366393

<Good shit, friend. Nat 20 already, Star Storm it is.

<I'm not sure if I'll count the tag team thing since I was technically only asking for David's wrestler name, but we'll come to naming our tag team later, maybe we can vote on it and Supernauts can have an extra starting vote or two from a nat 20?

<I will try to write up the next part asap.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

A. DICK DYNAMITE

>>366381

Holy shit those signs in the crowd are great!

“FINE, I WILL!” David shouted back, racking is brain for anything. Something came to him at that moment and he had to say it.

“I’ll be Star Storm!”

Frankie stared at him for a moment, blinking several times like she was still processing the name. “Star Storm, huh…” She said, pondering the name.

“Pretty good right?” David bragged, giving her a smug grin.

Frankie shook her head, “You stole that from somewhere.”

“No I didn’t, you just don’t want to admit I came up with a good name!” David pressed her.

“It’s not that good, jeez,” She retorted.

“Okay, then how about Dick Dynamite?” Said David without missing a beat.

“Alright, alright, fine, it’s a good name! So are we gonna send these in or what?” Frankie asked, holding up her own application.

“Duh,” David replies, taking it and folding them both up. He put them both into an envelope and marked it ‘applicants.’

Frankie stood up and stretched, “Well, glad we got that done, I gotta go get ready for work…” She groaned, clearly not happy to say so.

David pulled out his keys and followed her to the door. “I’ll walk you home so you can change. Maybe if you’re nice to me I can drive you to work if you like.” He said, opening the door for her. She nodded and smiled, “Not walking does sound pretty amazing. Alright, but will you pick me up, too?”

“Naturally,” David answered. “I’ll even turn in our applications while you’re on the clock.”

David locked up his place as Frankie made her way to the stairwell. She lived in the same apartment complex, which was nice, but she lived on the fifth floor, the top floor while David lived on the second floor.

The place was old, so it had no elevator, but rent was cheap so it was no use complaining. That and was in the… Latin side of Saint Monica. Complaining would get them nowhere, except maybe a few ‘chanclas’ thrown at them by a baphomet or something.

It was rough walking up these steps every day but if they got into wrestling all this exercise would eventually pay off, right?

They reached the top floor and made their way into her apartment, David waiting on the couch in Frankie’s front room. It wasn’t long before she showed back up again wearing her Monster Burger uniform, apron in hand. David wouldn’t admit it but she looked pretty cute in it. “Ready to go?” He said, trying to shake the thought. Frankie nodded, “Yeah, much as I hate it.”

She shrugs, “oh well, not much I can do about it, let’s go.”

David hold the door for her and she marches out, heading down the stairs. He followed, the two of them quickly making it down to the parking lot where David’s slightly beat up jalopy was.

He unlocked it, got in, reached over and unlocked Frankie’s door. After she got in he sighed and turned on the car.

“You know, even if we do get in, we’re gonna have to go through their training program. It’ll be tough.” He said, pulling the car out of his space and driving.

A big grin spread across Frankie’s face, “I know, isn’t it exciting?”

“Whatever you say, you crazy salamander…” David mock groaned.

Frankie laughed, “Oh please, I’m sure we’re ready for it. We go to the gym like every day.” She said as David pulled i to the Monster Burger lot.

As Frankie opened the door and got out, David took a deep breath.

“Have a good day, Miss Monica!” He called as Frankie walked up to the curb. Frankie turned back and shook her head. “It’s Monica Flare!” She said, feigning her annoyance. She put on her visor and entered the building, the flames on her tail sparking up.

Man, she’s really fired up about this whole thing. Maybe I should get some extra training in myself, David thought as he left the lot.

A. Go to drop off your applications, there should still be a stand at the arena and you don’t mind the drive.

B. Go to the gym and get some more training done, today is leg day.

Got a suggestion? Go for it! NO ROLLS REQUIRED THIS TIME, JUST PURE VOTES!

>>366410

Soon.

>>366438

<Glad you like 'em. top right is my fave :^)

>>366424

<She managed to keep her composure.

>>366473

WELCOME TO GOOD BURGER HOME OF THE GOOD BURGER MAY I TAKE YOUR ORDER?

i feel like the waifu is already chosen [spoilers]Frankie[/spoilers], but i'll be damned if i cant get a holstaur/big mountain man lumberjack type tag team in the story

>>366473

A.

>>366478

Quite amazing how far your drawing has come. When did Cathy even start?

>>366473

A. Might as well get it done and I want to see the reactions to dick dynamite

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>366482

>>366484

also, our theme song for when we enter the ring better be vid related

fuck you i'm rolling for it to be our theme song

David decided to go drop off the applications, best to get it done before he forgets. Not to mention who knows how long before the arena closes.

The drive didn’t take all that long, he made it to the arena in about twenty minutes. I guess since there’s no reason to go to the arena it’d make sense for it to be easier to get in.

Still, there were a few other cars pulling into the lot and parking next to a tent with the letters MWE on it.

Must be the place. David parked his car and got out. There were a couple other applicants as far as he could tell. A few guys, one or two were even bigger than him - and he was no slouch. They’re probably gonna get accepted, but still, he had to try - for Frankie’s sake at least. There were also several monsters of all kinds lines up beside them. The ones that really stood out were a rather small looking sahuagin who seemed to be bouncing all over with excitement and a a timid looking mummy who had at least three heads on her. Damn was she actually tall, though.

“Hi there! Are you here to sign up, too?” Someone asked from behind him. David turned and saw a streak of blue. A girl - a monster. She had ears like some kinda animal and tufts of fur around her neck and legs. Oh, she must be one of them raiju I’ve heard about, David guessed.

“Yeah, you?” He replied.

“Yup! I uh, just wanted to see what would happen, y’know? I’m Emma!” She introduced herself, holding out a hand awkwardly.

“David.” He responded, giving it a shake.

“So… How about you?” She asked sheepishly. “Why are you signing up?”

“Oh, my friend and I wanted to go in as a tag team, been thinking about it for a long time. Now that the Monster Mania is a thing, who knows, maybe we’ll see each other?”

“I don’t know about that, haha… don’t really have anyone to be my partner.” She admitted, following me up to the tent.

“That’s okay, there’s a singles division you can take part in!” Someone called to her from one of the tables. It was a woman - a human oddly enough sitting at a folding table with a big black tablecloth hat had he MWE logo on it. The two walked up to her table and introduced themselves.

<Doublepost

“I’m David.”

“I’m Emma!”

“And I’m Megan, I’m one of the manager representatives from MWE.” She greeted back. She looked at the two of them and smiled. “Looks like you two want to join MWE, am I right?”

“That’s why we’re here!” Emma replied, giggling nervously.

“Do you have an application?” She asked. David handed her the envelope with both his and Frankie’s apps. “This is for me and my friend, she couldn’t make it here today but she’s a real fan like me. Been watching since it started in the nineties.” He said proudly. Megan nodded, taking the two apps out and looking them over. “I see, I see. What about you, Emma?”

The raiju looked pale and and little sweaty. “I uh… I forgot to bring mine.” She admitted, twiddling her thumbs.

Megan chuckled a bit before pulling one of the applications out from under the table. “Got a stack of them back here, so no worries!” She said, handing it to her. Emma sighed heavily. “Oh thank God,” she said, relieved of her stress. “I’ll just uh… I’ll just fill this out then.” She said, taking a pen from the table and getting to work.

Megan turned her attention back to David, looking over the apps once again. “So tell me a little bit about yourself. Why do you want to wrestle?” She asked.

“Well, it’s been a dream of ours - Frankie and I. We’ve wanted to become wrestlers even when we were kids. It’s weird, I know, but hey, she’s a salamander, and I grew up with her, so I guess she rubbed off on me.” Megan nodded as David explained, still going through the application. She seemed to stop at the section for suggested wrestler names. “So your wrestler name would be Star Storm?” She asked, raising her brows. “Oh, yeah, it was something I kinda came up with on the fly. Is that… not good?” David inquired, slightly concerned.

“No, no, it's fine! Better than some, may need worked on but we could probably do something with that. You said you were going to try for a tag team with your friend?” Megan asked, putting David’s app down to look at Frankie’s. “Monica Flare?”

“Yes ma’am. She wants to represent Saint Monica.”

“Monica Flare and Star Storm, huh? What would your tag team be called?”

David stopped in his tracks. He hadn’t thought of that. Neither of them had, they were too busy bickering about his name to focus on the tag team. There was a few things that came to mind however, but David better pick a good one or Frankie might get mad at him.

A Supernauts, no idea why, but it popped into your head first. Frankie probably won’t like it but hey, she shoulda been here, work be damned. (two vote head start for precious nat 20)

B The American Dreamers, you want to go for an American theme, Frankie can’t knock that.

C Firestormers, your team should have parts from both of you. It sounds okay… but you’re not sure if Frankie will like it or not.

D Risk a suggestion? (1d20 for an instant win try to make it goodor don’t :^)

E No name yet, you don’t want to make Frankie upset for not consulting her.

<Feel free to vote for multiple things (in case your roll for a nat 20 fails)

>>366525

<Thanks m8, Cathy started last year in July. I wish I had more time to do more drawings for this.

>>366482

I don't have a holstaur, but will minotaur do?

>>366590

I actually have a few songs picked out for some of the girls but I wasn't sure what to do with David or the others, so maybe we'll vote on it in a bit.also, lol cena/not hogan :^)

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>366637

D. Flaming Spandex

I probably fucked up the dice roll but oh well

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>366637

D. Freedom Fighters

>a minotaur

i suppose so, even though i prefer (my headcanon) soft cuddly holstaurs over musclegirl minotaurs though

>Cena/Hogan

Not-Macho Man Randy Savage better make an appearance too brother

>>366646

>Nat 20

>Freedom Fighters

<M8, you're awesome.

>>366663

Nigga that shit is built along the way, unless you wanna go into some pointers. Besides we can make em up as we toss the beefs across the floor.

“Freedom Fighters.” David answers without missing a beat. “See, my partner and I have this stars and stripes thing going on.” It was half true, but he wasn’t going to admit that he hadn’t come up with a look yet. Megan nodded, “Well alright, I gotta admit that does sound pretty cool. Do you have any experience with this kind of stuff?”

David shook his head, not wanting to lie about that. “Well, that’s okay, Monster Mania is still pretty new and we’re looking for new blood all the time.” She says, putting their applications in a folder she produced from behind her table. “What’s gonna happen is if - ha, when, you two get accepted you guys are going to a gym we’re affiliated with and you’re gonna be given a trainer.” She explains. “Sounds good.” David replies.

“It’s gonna be tough,” Megan notes, emphasizing it by pounding her hand on the table. David nods, “Yeah, that’s what we want.”

The manager stands up and holds out her hand, “Well, I hope to hear from you soon, ‘Star Storm.’ You and ‘Monica Flare.’” David takes her hand and shakes it just firmly enough. He turns to see the raiju still struggling with the application, tapping the pen against her head like this was some kind of impossible test she was given.

“Hey, good luck, Emma. I wanna see you in the ring.” He says, patting her on the back. Emma jumps a little, and nods nervously. “Y-you too. I uh… I forgot my social number.” She whispers. Shit, hope she can take care of that. Out of curiosity David looks at her application. Maybe I can help her out, he thinks to himself. He couldn’t help but feel bad for her, she didn’t seem to be very confident. Upon closer inspection of her application he couldn’t help but pipe up, “Do you… need some help?”

Emma turned to look at him as though he had just saved her from a burning building. “Yes…” She whispered.

Her app was a bit of a mess - okay, a lot of a mess. She scribbled out things she wrote wrong, or in the wrong place. Other things she left blank. The only thing that was clear was her wrestler name ‘The Shock Mistress.’ Is that supposed to sound kinky? Best not to ask. She also wrote that she wanted Thunderstruck to play as her opener. Damn, I never thought of theme songs! I wonder if Frankie had one in mind. Whatever, back to helping Emma.

“Hey, you don’t need to fill out this part,” David tells her, pointing at the ‘employer only’ portion of the application. Emma gasps and quickly scratches out what little she wrote there. “I hope there’s enough room for them…” She says. David imagined she was on the verge of tears but somehow she managed to keep it to herself despite the embarrassment and her signs of anxiety. He had some time to spare, so he helped her out with what he could. Thankfully she eventually did remember her social. David had to stop her from saying it out loud, but still, she put it to paper.

“Thanks… I wish I had someone like you as my partner.” Emma said finishing the application. “Oh- I mean- uh, not like that, of course.” She added in an attempt to catch herself.

“Of course.” David said, shrugging it off. “I meant for wrestling - er I mean, for Monster Mania.” Said Emma, stumbling over her words.

David laughed, “Just go turn this in already. Who knows, maybe you will find a partner like me. I’ll see you around. Take care, Emma.” She nodded, proud of her application. “Bye, David! Oops, I mean ‘Star Storm!’” She turned the app over to Megan who happily took it from her, clearly having enjoyed the entire exchange. When the questions started Emma fell back to what seemed to be her normal state of mind: hysteria. What a funny girl, I really do want to see her in the ring, David thought to himself as he made for his car. There was still time before he had to go pick up Frankie from her shift, maybe he could get some extra exercise in at the gym before heading home?

Alternatively, he could go right back and get a more in depth look at the competition. If he and Frankie make it in it might be a good idea to see what they could be up against in the future.

A. You wanna visit the gym and get some lifting done, you gotta keep up your physique.

B. Go scope out your potential opponents a little more than not at all, you think you remember seeing a sahuagin and a mummy. (Roll for which one you approach, 1-10 is fishy 11-20 is jerky)

C. Just go home and get some work done around the house.

D. Do something else? (Roll 1d20)

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>366889

D. Practice new moves, like a Shining Wizard or some submission holds

>>366890

>19

Not a bad suggestion with a high roll to match, so throwing my hat in with this anon

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>366890

> not gonna beat a 19

Wouldn't he need a partner for that? Maybe Emma Shock Mistress would be interested. Kind of curious to see Frankie's reaction to David hanging out with a different monster girl. Assuming they aren't already an item of course (No NTR).

>>366893

>Kind of curious to see Frankie's reaction to David hanging out with a different monster girl. Assuming they aren't already an item of course (No NTR).

Just tell her that we are also testing tag-team moves, convince her to join in and learn how to use the Golden Trigger or the Doomsday Device

>>366890

I'm good with this.

Well, if I’m gonna be a wrestler, I might as well try figuring out some new moves, right? David thought. Frankie and he had done multiple sparring matches at their gym but they never actually tried any real throws or holds or any special moves. It would be even harder to do any tag moves on someone if they don’t have a third person to use it on…

David made his way back to the tent where Emma was. He wasn’t sure how Frankie would react to this but he knew she’d understand if it meant getting one step closer to being a wrestler.

He spotted Emma retreating from the tent, her face red with embarrassment. “Hey, Emma,” David called to her. She stopped and looked at him, surprised. “Y-yeah? D-david?” She replied, obviously trying to remember his name. She must have been pretty out of it from the shock of her on-the-spot interview.

“Look, I don’t know if either of us are gonna get into MWE, but would you like to come with me and my partner to practice some wrestling moves? We spar at the local gym.”

Emma’s eyes lit up at the question as though she had been hoping for this for all her life. “Y-y-yes! I would l-love to do that with you guys! I really want a partner so maybe if I work really hard someone will take notice.” She rambled, walking beside David. “Great, so what time would you be available?” He asked.

“Uh- any time is fine by me!”

“Cool, well, Frankie gets off of work in about two hours or so, so I’ll meet you at the place!”

“Wait, wait, which gym is it? Is it big?” Emma said, stopping and scrambling to find her phone.

David turned and smiled. “Oh, the place is actually not far from her job if you wanna follow me.” He answered. “I’ll drive slow so you can keep up!” He joked.

Emma laughed nervously and nodded, “I-I’ll just follow you, then.”

Frankie sighed. Work was hell today. The place was busy pretty much all day, the work unfulfilling. The kind of work she absolutely hated: standing at a damn register again. Sure, she had to rush and move items here and there but this wasn’t doing anything for her physically. She wasn’t getting a real workout, this was just draining her of energy.

Maybe it’ll help your endurance, she told herself, but no, work just sucks like that. The dinner rush finally ended and soon enough so did Frankie’s shift. Damn job never did give her enough hours, it was pretty hard to get by. Still, David - that sweet guy - he usually helped her in any way he could. Whether it was dropping him off st work like today or helping her around the apartment, he even makes her dinner several times a week. It was nice that they managed to hang out today at the arena doing what they love most. David rarely gets days off what with how he worked construction and all. Saint Monica had a lot of construction going on lately and she meant A LOT. There are the new apartment complexes going in not too far from where they live, not to mention several places downtown and even that building next to the gym - although there’s no sign for whatever was going in there. The other weird thing about it was how no one seemed to be working on it anymore. Maybe Davey boy will know more about that?

Oh, and there he is, Frankie thought, spotting his car. He pulled up in front of the curb and parked. “Hey, Miss Flare,” he called.

“It’s Monica! Monica Flare!” She corrected him again. David chuckled, “Right, right. Sorry! Hey, listen up, we should hit the gym, I got us a partner to practice wrestler moves on!”

Just as he finished his sentence did a van pull up beside him. The window rolled down and a streak of blue filled Frankie’s eyes. “T-thank God I made it. I thought I lost you after that red light!” She called over to David.

Was this that ‘partner’ David mentioned? She didn’t look like much, at least not compared to either of you and she was a raiju.

The two of them got out of their vehicles and walked over to her.

“Frankie, this is Emma. I met her when I went to drop off our apps.” David introduced her.

A. Forget about that, ask David about the applications, did they like us? Are we wrestlers yet? You need details and have many follow up questions.

B. Act standoffish, you don’t want just anybody training with you or David! It’s because you don’t want people to know your secrets - yeah that’s it! It’s not because you like David.

C. Test her, see if she REALLY LIKES WRESTLING! She has to be into it if she’s gonna… get into it! If she passes she can join you. (1d20 on Emma's knowledge.)

D. Do something else? (No dice)

<Remember that you can vote for more than one thing as long as they don't conflict (B and C in this case)

>>366893

<Never NTR.

<Gonna try to get some art going again now that it's the weekend, so here's hoping!

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>367005

>C.

Test her math skills!

>>367012

Going with this anon.

>>367012

I second this, test her inner smark to se if she's worthy

>>367005

C

The biggest thing is if she seems sincere in wanting to wrestle and improve.

“Notre Dom is also new, newer than Triple S! She’s a gargoyle from overseas that came on board last year and quickly got her own following! She’s got this sick finisher she calls The Flying Buttress, where she picks up her opponent and climbs the turnbuckle, slamming their back on it on the way down! It’s so brutal!”

Alright, so she knows some stuff. Maybe let’s get hyper specific and vague at the same time…

“Alright, almost done: what happened on MWE in the spring of 1994?”

“Oh! That was the second year MWE was televised, let’s see… uh… a lot happened that year, but in the spring? Hmmm…” the raiju put her finger to her lips in thought. This was it, she totally got her this time! There’s no way she’d know about -

“OH! That’s right! That was when Rawhide got married! Yeah! It was televised and everything! She was all dolled up in her wedding dress and veiled with her horns sticking out and everything! She was marrying that one guy, uh, uh, Travis Jackman! Man, is he a looker, almost as big as she is! Yeah, they got married in the ring, and then Rawhide went on to wrestle in her wedding dress! She even held onto her bouquet the entire time she fought Bray Heart, that freakishly big sheep gal! She pinned her and dropped the bouquet on her face! Haha, classic! So when are the hard questions coming?” Emma giggled to herself as if she were rewatching the entire thing. The retelling of exactly what had happened left both Frankie and David stunned. This woman, this raiju - she was a walking and talking encyclopedia of MWE. She might even know more than Frankie - though she would never say so. Frankie held up her hand, one more question before admitting defeat!

“If you had a fifty-fifty chance at winning against another wrestler in the ring what are your chances of winning against Cannibal Hannah?”

Emma took a deep breath before unleashing the perfect reenactment of Hannah’s tirade of numbers, flubbed lines and names, doing weird math and talking all kinds of smack. She even managed to look the part, her face turning redder and redder as she went on. “Stop! Stop!” Frankie shouted. “That’s it! You passed, you win!” She conceded. There was no way she was going to pull one over on this raiju, not like this. She was impossibly knowledgeable on all things MWE. “What, did you watch every MWE thing that ever was?”

“Oh, yeah, haha, my dad and I would watch it together when I was young and it stuck with me ever since! I watch it every week and rewatch it after recording it! I’ve been trying to come up with my own cool moves but never had anyone to bounce them off of. But the thing is, I’m worried that if we try it by ourselves that we might get hurt…”

This time David chimed in, “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that! See the gym across the street there has a real pro! She’s pretty much good at anything that has to do with fighting.”

“Well that’s good! L-let’s go then!” Emma said, striking off towards the gym. Before following, Frankie grabbed David by the arm. “Hey, what the hell? Who is she really, David?”

“I swear, I had no idea she’d be that into wrestling!” He replied, blocking a fist Frankie threw at his arm.

“No one that knows THAT MUCH, is just into wrestling! She was practically breathing it!” Said Frankie, trying to wrench her fist free from David’s grip.

“She seemed so timid and she just kept saying how much she wanted a partner for Monster Mania! I felt really bad for her, okay? Now she passed your little test, can we see how this plays out?” He asked her, releasing her hand.

Frankie grumbled, her face going red. She did say if she passed the test she could join them. Frankie wasn’t much for losing but she also wasn’t one to go back on her word, so she sighed and nodded. “She can join us… besides, someone who knows that much about MWE can’t be all that bad.”

“See? And you even have something to talk about together! Now let’s go, she’s already beat us to the gym!” David said, dragging Frankie to the car.

“I even remembered to put our gym clothes in the back seat, here, here’s yours!” He said, opening the back door and throwing her some gym shorts and a runner’s tank top.

Frankie finally smiled, “Alright, David! You’re so awesome sometimes!” She exclaimed, catching the clothing with both hands.

“Only sometimes?” David inquired, his face mocking a hurt expression that threatened to break into a goofy grin.

“Shaddup!” She said, giving him a playful shove. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along to the gym.

<Triplepost!

When she finally did come out, Dulce looked at the three would-be wrestlers and jerked her thumb to one of the rings. “Alright, get in the ring!” She hollered. The three of them did as told, Emma excitedly climbing up the steps to get in. David waited at the corner and held the rope for Frankie who huffed and ducked under, her tail whipping him in the gut.

“What a sorry bunch,” Dulce muttered, “Alright, whachu wanna do first?” She barked at them.

A. Basics, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, we’re not wrestlers yet! Learn some grabs and submission moves, and how to throw ‘convincing’ punches and kicks!

B. We wanna learn some special moves or techniques! Whether they’re one on one or tag team moves, Freedom Fighters need their Atomic Bomb! (Name Pending!)

C. Dulce decides for you, you need to learn how to take falls and hit the ropes, all that endurance stuff! You gotta build up a resistance to the pain!

D. Something else? (No dice)

<poor quality art on my part today, haven't been feeling up to drawing, hope my writing makes up for it!

>>367267

>C.

>PAIN TRAIN TIME

>>367273

sorry forgot to sage

>>367267

I would say A but C sounds great, let's build up endurance and pain resistance. That'll be handy to have inside and outside of the matches. They can practice A later with better endurance.

>>367266

C. LEARN TO TAKE THE PAIN

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>367267

>C. Dulce decides for you

>>366482

There's nothing wrong in a salamander waifu, and everything rite. Beardicus

>>367267

Alright, C is the best bet. Why? Injury is a thing, and not doing certain shit right is a fast way of ending up hurt. That's no way of starting off anything.

an ex's dad met Trish stratus a few times. Her face looked like it met the business end of a jackhammer from how bruised it was. The wrestling is fake, but the injuries actually happen

>>367303

This is her theme

“How about some basics?” Emma suggests, happy to start anywhere.

“No way, we gotta do some special moves and crap, right David? That is why you brought her along, isn’t it?” Frankie pressured him. David shrugged, not wanting to get in the middle of this argument.

“I’m happy either way to be honest.” He answered.

“No, no you aren’t! You said we would practice moves!” Frankie said, pointing an accusatory finger at him. Dulce stomped a hoof several times on the ring mat to get their attention.

“Shut your holes you wannabe luchadores! Alright, lissen up! Forget all that mierda, today we are gonna work on your endurance!” The baphomet announced, pounding a fist against her small chest.

“Endurance? What, like cardio?” Frankie sneered, disappointed in the turn of events.

“No, coño, you wanna lucha you gotta learn how to take a hit! All the luchadores I ever see have gotten hurt in some way and got hooked on painkillers. If you cabrones want to be real luchadores you best learn how to hit those ropes and the mat!” She announced to the three. She looked at each one of them sternly. David looked relaxed, while Frankie was tense. Emma on the other hand was shaking like a leaf. Must have never met a goat like her before, Frankie figured.

“You!” Dulce pointed at Emma, causing the raiju to nearly leap out of her skin.

“Y-y-yes, ma’am!” She announced, straightening out like a recruit on her first day of boot camp.

“I like you, you know respect, unlike a certain lagartija.” Dulce jeered, giving Frankie the stink eye.

“Bite me, goat.” She retorted, sticking her tongue out. Dulce grinned. “You’ll go first then.” She said smugly.

“Fine, whatever, what do I do?” Frankie asked, sarcasm dripping off her words. Dulce pointed the other two away, leaving the salamander alone in the ring with her.

“Take my hand,” Dulce instructed, holding it out. Frankie did as she was told albeit reluctantly.

“What are we gonna do, Irish whips or something?” The snark coming from her mouth caused Dulce to frown. She pulled hard on Frankie’s hand, yanking her along the ring. The sheer strength of her arm forced the salamander to run headlong into the ropes around the ring. She bounced hard and came back, falling flat on her ass.

<Doublepost!

“OW! JESUS! What the hell are these ropes made of?” She hollered, caressing her front. She hissed in pain, trying to stand back up.

Dulce shook her head. “You’re a lucha fan, right? Don’t you know, lagartija? The ropes are steel cable with rubber!” She explained, waving her hand around the ring. “They make them that way to support all that weight you got there!” She mocked, slapping either of her hands on her chest and ass. Frankie growled with frustration. This was a new challenge and she was going to push through, damn it!

“Hit me again!” Frankie shouted, throwing her hand up. David could see the fire in her eyes - or maybe her tail, but now she was determined. Dulce obliged, grabbing her hand once again and whipping her to the opposite side of the ring. Frankie threw her back against the ropes and bounced, nearly landing it, but she tripped as the ring bounced under her. The salamander landed on her elbows, slamming her fists on the ring mat. “Damn it!” She shouted, still feeling the pain on her back. That rubber didn’t do much in the way of cushioning, but at least it wouldn’t snap, she guessed.

“Get in the other ring and keep practicing, lagartija! You! It’s your turn!” Dulce said, pointing to Emma. She panicked for a moment before holding out a shaky hand. “W-w-will it hurt a lot?” She stuttered, already about to faint from the looks of it.

“Si, chica, like a pendejo, now go!” Dulce gave her a good tug and launched her toward the ropes. The raiju slammed into them with a squeal, grabbing on for dear life. She bounced back and forth for a moment before letting go, her legs turning to jelly.

“That was super scary! And it hurt, too!” She whimpered, hanging off the ropes like she had run a marathon. Dulce groaned.

“What are you doing? Get back over here, you!” She barked, stamping a hoof. “You’re supposed to be learning how to take it, not avoiding it all together!”

“I th-thought the whole point was to a-avoid getting hit…” Emma protested, standing up on her shaky legs. Dulce shook her head.

“That’s why you’re not a luchadore, chica. You can’t avoid the hits, not always! You need to be ready to power through it when it happens! You ever see a luchadore just take a hit like it was nothing?” Asked Dulce. Emma’s eyes lit up with awe and wonder as she thought back to some specific match, David guessed. “I think I get it! Let me try again!” She said, readying herself.

Dulce pointed at the other side of the ring. “If you get it then run at the ropes yourself for a change.”

Emma did just that, running straight for the ropes. She did as Frankie did, turning to bounce her back off them and run back to the other side. She made a few more steps than the salamander before slipping, falling on her back and sliding right under the ropes and onto the floor with a thud. “OUCH! That really hurts! O-oh, but uh, I-I’m okay!” She called, struggling back to her feet. Dulche shook her head and sighed, saying something under her breath.

“David, you’re up next, cabron.” She stated. He nodded, stepping up to her. He was at least twice her height and yet he knew how strong she was.

<Triple post!

“Are you ready?” She asked him. David nodded, “any time, ‘Baphne,’” he called her. She shook her head. “Your nicknames are the worst,” replied Dulce, smiling dumbly at him.

“I know.” He said before he grabbed her hand and braced himself. She flung him, his weight and her force pushing him into the ropes. Those two weren’t kidding, this stuff really hurt! It was four steel coils nearly scraping across his body. If not for the heavy rubber coating absorbing most of it it might have done some real damage. Still might get bruises, he thought as he was propelled back toward the other side. Somehow he managed to make it to the other ropes and bounce back, but before he could make it to the other side, Dulce grabbed him and flipped him onto his back with a slam, knocking the wind out of him.

“What… the hell… Baphne?” He wheezed, trying to get up. Dulce crossed her arms and sighed.

“I told you, you’re going to learn how to hit the mat! You think wrestlers are just gonna let you run back and forth all day?” She lectured him.

“N-no… but…” David protested, still trying to catch his breath.

“If you can’t take a fall then you’ll never be good enough for lucha! They do much, much more in MWE, cabron!” Dulce bleated. “So come on, you wanna lucha you better step up your game!”

David struggled to his feet and stood upright. “You… talk a lot of smack… for a goat.” He managed to get out before Dulce grabbed him and threw him into the ropes again. “If you can talk then you need to keep training!” She shouted, moving out of the way so David could run past her. He did his best to keep up his pace, practically throwing himself onto the ropes. Definitely gonna be sore tomorrow, he thought to himself as he made another bounce. Across from him was Frankie in the other ring, doing the same as him. She looked pretty focused, just running and bouncing, running and bouncing and breathing and whoops, there she goes. The salamander had tripped up again and managed to get her head stuck between the ropes, her chest straining against them.

That looked painful. As much as he wanted to go comfort her he knew that goat would be nipping at his heels if he stopped.

Whump! The ropes stretched as he ran, bouncing him back.

Maybe Emma would help her out? No, she would never accept help from her. Where was she anyway? Whump!

“Hi, DaVIIIID!” The raiju squealed, running right past him. Dulce was sniggering to herself from the turnbuckle. She must have thrown her into the ring with him for some crazy reason. “That was close! Now, I want you two to do a chest bump! No holding back! They’ll do much worse to you in the ring!”

A. You can’t chest bump Emma, she’s not ready for that kinda physical punishment! If it was Frankie it’d be different. Refuse to hit Emma and offer to hit Frankie instead? She probably won’t mind.

B. You gotta do this, it’s for wrestling! Emma knew what she signed up for! Chivalry be damned you’re trying out for MWE and they hit girls all the time! (Roll a 1d20 for performance! 1-10 failure, 11-20 success!)

C. Shouldn’t we just keep practicing hitting the ropes first and get use to it? (1d20, 1-15 failure, 16-20 success!)

>>367283

>>367279

<Still taking your votes into account, but we'll work on that next post.

<Right now it's >>367273 THE PAIN TRAIN BABY!

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>367349

B. Do what Baphne says.

Dulce romance option when?

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>367349

C. Because learning how to bounce off the ropes actually takes a lot of practice

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>367349

C

also, we gotta learn how to do cool moves like backflips off the turnbuckles especially for when we "miss" and land on our ass like a retard

luchador masks painted to look like the American flag when

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>367349

Listen to the luchador lady, and go with option B.

also, going for JUSTICE dubs or higher because of the roll results so far

>>367358

FUG

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>367349

Do Option B: baby

<I'm gonna give it til tomorrow until I count all the votes here.

<Trying something different but just so you know both votes for B and C are failures at the moment!

<Vote if you haven't! Try to salvage it! (or don't!)

<Any nat 1 or nat 20s will wipe all the votes for a botch or success!

>>367352

[spoiler]Soon perhaps. She may even be playable later on.

[/spoiler]

>>367356

should we?

David rushes past Emma again, the raiju yelping every time they missed each other. He looked to Dulce who was quickly losing her patience. “You gonna ram each other or what?”

Whump!

David bounced back, narrowly missing Emma again. “Yeah… uh… shouldn’t we just… keep doing this for a bit? I mean we should get use to the ropes first, right?”

He asked, passing by Emma again.

“You’re gonna be doing a lot of that, cabron. So unless you want to do just the ropes I suggest you plow into each other!” The little baphomet shouted. David fought with the idea for a moment. It sounded more like Dulce just wanted to see what would happen, but… she was right, if they’re gonna be hitting ropes every day he might as well get in some other training. Besides, Emma knew what she signed up for - it’d be unreasonable for her to think she can get through wrestling without taking a single hit. Better me than Frankie, right? Maybe I can hold back just a little… he contemplated his move when Emma whooshed past him again.

“It’s o-okay, David! Come on, let’s… do it!” She said turning back to rush at him. Well, as long as she doesn’t mind. David ran straight at her. Emma didn’t slow down either, heading right for him. They collided, a loud slap filling the room. David tripped and fell, landing on something remarkably soft to his surprise. I can’t see anything! Did I go blind? Are my wrestling days over before they even began? Did we hit each other so hard all my senses are all kinds of screwed up?

“David! David are you okay?” Emma was shouting. He could feel vibrations around his head as she spoke.

“Ay, cabron! Get off her already!” He heard Dulce shouting. When David finally managed to lift himself up he found himself staring a pair of sizable breasts Emma had kept hidden under her fluff. Luckily they hadn’t burst out of her shirt, but it left little to the imagination.

David looked up, seeing the blue raiju’s face turn bright red, her hair standing on ends.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” She shouted, covering her face.

“Wh-why are you apologizing?” Replied David, scrambling off of her. Dulce laughed.

“You two are loco!” She mocked, holding her gut. A lot of the gym patrons were staring at them, wondering just what the hell was going on.

David felt the heat under his collar, whether he was upset or… bothered he couldn’t tell. When he looked over to Frankie he saw that she was still running against the ropes. She must have seen it all, because her fire was burning brighter and her face was twisted up in anger. Was it jealousy? Or was she that determined to keep training? If he were to guess it might have been both…

Sometimes he wished she was a little more honest with her feelings instead of bottling them up, but then again he was definitely to blame for not doing anything about it. Now he just felt awful… he stood up and helped Emma get to her feet. She was still blushing away, trying not to look at him.

“S-sorry,” she apologized again, turning away from him. He shook his head and sighed.

“We both screwed up, don’t worry about it. Are you okay?” He asked, keeping his eyes up. Emma nodded.

“Alright, have you kissed each other’s booboos? Good! Back at it!” Dulce ordered them. Damn, she doesn’t quit, does she? David found himself thinking.

He gave Frankie one more glance before he and Emma started up on the ropes again.

<Doublepost!

Both Emma and David somehow had survived that day’s training Dulce had given them and now it was Frankie’s turn. She was still running about the ring slamming against the ropes, learning how to handle the pain. That bitch of a baphomet’s doing all of this shit on purpose. She paired David with that raiju just to get under my skin! She thought to herself.

And what the hell is David thinking, playing along with all this? He practically dove right into that… that bitch’s tits! He’d never do that with me, accident or not… Damned goat, David and me are suppose to be partners! I’m gonna win this no matter what!

Whump!

Well, we’ll see who’s the best here! That damn goat’s gonna regret it. She thought, hitting the ropes yet again.

“Whoa, whoa, hold on there!” Dulce called, stepping into the ring. Frankie slowed to a halt, noticing the other two still learning the ropes. Now she could really feel it. She was already incredibly sore from all the running and bouncing, but she could still ignore the pain. What really hurt was watching David. Dulce stamped her feet to get her attention. “You all there, lagartija? You’re gonna do chest bumps too!” She declared, pushing a finger into Frankie’s gut.

“Ouch, quit it! Alright, alright!” She said, swatting the goat’s hand away. “Which one am I going up against, David, or… her!” She said, pointing at either of them.

Dulce laughed. “Haha, no way, the way you are right now, you’d kill them for sure, lagartija.” She said, stepping to the middle of the ring.

Frankie snorted, “Alright, fine, so who am I training with? You?” She questioned, hands on her hips. The baphomet nodded and grinned.

“Tha’s right, lagartija! You better not hold back! We’re gonna do chest bumps like the other two!” She said, pulling back on the ropes. Frankie looked at David and Emma, the two slamming into one another, this time not falling over one another, but instead, knocking each other back. She turned her attention back to Dulce.

“Ha! Can you even reach my chest?” Frankie laughed, shaking her head. Dulce didn’t bother responding, she just pointed at Frankie, then to herself. ‘You, me,’ she mouthed.

“Alright… your funeral,” the salamander grumbled, pushing herself against her side of the rope.

A. Focus, forget about David and that harlot for a minute and hit Dulce with everything you got, no holding back! Just run right through her! (1d20, 1-10 fail, 11-20 success)

—-

B. After training, you want to confront David. You’re supposed to be a team so you want to straighten things out with him. Just stay calm, try not to get mad at him, you’re both just training, right?

C. You’re fed up with all this, after training you’re going to walk home by yourself. Maybe David will get a clue or maybe I’ll start training by myself.

>>367357

<Our first botch has happened and we're not even wrestlers yet! Can we pull through on this one?

>>367379

<Not quite the same as what I did but I love the suggestion. I already miss writing about Cathy

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>367490

A.Do it, Do it harder

Everyone is gonna Pick B for obvious reasons, Im gonna pick C Cause its more interesting and wanna see a flustered firelizard.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>367490

Mow the goat down with impunity I say! oh sweet jesus please no one eyed snakes. Dumb question: do we need to roll for the B/C options?

And Frankie should sort things out proper with David. No need to be lizard brained about it, just some reasonable assurance that the tag team comes first. No reason not to train with electaweasel though, because her knowledge of MFW is so autistic she's a living archive of the MFW's history. Frankie should suggest that Emma get her own tag team partner, if there's a possible love interest candidate available. And it couldn't hurt for Frankie to do something to mark David with her scent just in case. A salamander isn't going to lose to a walking ball of electric fluff, and it's bad enough he had his face in her tits first.

>>367490

A now, B later.

>>367494

No roll required for B/C, I will specify with (roll for blank) etc.good roll by the way

>>367524

<Roll for A, nigga. (1d20)

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>367490

A

Frankie should totally try to slide under Dulce and flip her around and then do a pinning move

also B, and hopefully we wont spill our spaghetti (too hard)

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>367532

>>367524

Rolling for A.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>367490

Rolling for C. Try to get lizard out of romantic race so Goat or Fox can win.

Frankie looked over again to see David and Emma bumping into one another. This time David had lost and fell onto his back with Emma standing victorious. She hooped and hollered, her arms in the air.

Focus, Frankie! Forget those two for a minute and destroy this goat bitch, she told herself.

“I’m ready if you are, lagartija!” Dulce called to her, springing repeatedly on her rope impatiently. Frankie made a low growl, that goat is really getting on my nerves.

“Now!” Frankie shouted, letting the ropes push her forward. The goat released her own and bounded toward her. She better not cry when I win! Frankie thought. Soon enough they collided. Frankie bumped her much larger chest against the baphomet who jumped up to meet her. To her surprise it actually hurt quite a bit and even more surprising - the goat didn’t go down. Instead, Dulce landed, hoofs on the mat and a smile on her face.

“See? You would have destroyed those two!” She bellows, moving back to her side of the ring. “Come on, again! Harder this time!” She hollered, pulling back again. Frankie’s brow furrowed, this little bitch of a goat, I’ll show her! She mimicked her short counterpart and hurled herself at her, the two ramming into one another again. This time, Frankie forced her way past in one swift motion. Ha! Bowled her over like the shortstop she is! She hit the ropes and turned, seeing Dulce laying there on the mat.

Frankie froze, her blood running cold. Did she just injure her? “Dulce?” She called. The goat groaned.

“Dulce, are you alright?” She shouted, running towards her.

As she approached, the goat twisted and kicked her feet out from under her. Whump! She slammed her back onto the mat, the whole ring bouncing under her.

“Ow! What the hell?” Frankie yelped, quickly rolling over to pick herself up.

Dulce was already on her feet, laughing at her.

“Next time, don’t get caught up, lagarjita! You shouldn’t feel bad for your opponent, you have to win!” She instructed her.

Frankie’s face turned another shade of red, “So what, you want me to drop an elbow on you, or what?”

Dulce nodded with a thoughtful expression, “You could, you could do that. You could body slam, you could do todo anything. Grab me, pin me, whatever you can do, do it! You got that, lagartija?” The goat was certainly a master of… getting her goat. Now Frankie was more upset at herself for even considering NOT power bombing this little shit stirrer.

“Let’s go again!” The salamander shouted.

Dulce smiled wide, “Now you’re getting it! It won’t be so easy this time!”

Before she started all over again, Frankie gave the other two another glance. They were both still training hard, bumping each other over. This time David won the exchange and was helping Emma get back onto her feet.

She lowered her frills, her body betraying her feelings. Whether she would admit it or not, she was hurt and she was mad…

<Doublepost

Training had gone on well into the night, but it was finally over. The four exited the gym, all but Dulce groaning or rubbing their sores.

“You all did so well! I hope to see you mañana!” She said, still as loud as ever. Frankie sighed, thinking about everything that had happened today. Between her rough personal training with Dulce and David pairing up with Emma, she was feeling pretty defeated. Still… she wanted to say something to him, she couldn’t just end the day with this awful feeling in her gut.

David was saying goodbye to Emma as the raiju shut her car door, started it up and rolled the window down.

“Bye, Frankie! See you tomorrow!” She called, waving out the window. Frankie didn’t look directly at her, but she waved awkwardly, anything to get her to leave. Finally she drove off, looking happy as anyone could be.

“Well, I gotta get home myself, cabrones. Beunos noches!” She said, hurrying off into the night. David walked up beside Frankie and sighed.

“She’s fuckin’ crazy, am I right? Weird shit’s been going on and she’s walkin’ out here all alone by herself at night.” He said, crossing his arms.

Frankie shook her head, “I would be more worried about who runs into her. She’s a tough bitch, for real.”

“Oh yeah? I saw you put her on the ground more than once. I’m impressed.” Replied David, raising his brow.

“Yeah, she put me down a few times herself,” Frankie admitted, rubbing her shoulder. The goat had taken her down to the mat and landed a leg drop on her arm. For whatever reason it had never occurred to her that despite being entertainment this shit would hurt like hell.

“Well… ready to go?” David asked, procuring his car keys and flicking on the headlights. Frankie sighed. There were a few things on her mind that she wanted to say… and she was going to say them. This was going to be an awkward ride home.

<Triplepost

It’s okay, Frankie, just keep calm, don’t burn a hole in his seat, talk things out…

David started up the car and got out of the lot, heading back for the apartment. Frankie sighed loudly, leaning back in the passenger seat. David glanced over for a moment, then back to the road.

“What’s up?” He asked, slowing down to stop at a red light. Frankie adjusted herself in her seat to look at him.

“We’re a team… right?” She asked.

David blinked a few times and looked over. “What? Of course we are! Why would you even ask that?”

“Because… I’m not trying to start shit but… it felt more like you and Emma were a team today than us. I know that was Dulce’s idea, I know it’s not your fault… even if you did dive into that… raiju’s rack.” She hissed, trying her best to keep from getting upset. It wasn’t easy, and her face was turning red again, but she would manage. David groaned. “Look, I didn’t dive, I tripped.” He said, getting a little defensive. “I hit her, I slipped up and somehow I ended up face down in her thunder knockers. It was an accident.”

Frankie stared at him for a moment. He stared back until the light turned green. The both of them broke into laughter.

“‘Thunder knockers?’ Heheheh, what the hell, David? Maybe you really should have picked Dick Dynamite!” She bantered, still giggling. The two of them kept snickering here and there as they drove, trying to calm themselves only to burst into laughter again thinking about the whole incident.

“That was the dumbest shit,” David conceded. “I could never do something like that on purpose, even if I tried.”

“So it was an accident?” Frankie followed up, wiping tears from her eyes. Her gut hurt from laughing, or maybe that was from the training. David nodded, turning into their apartment lot.

He turned off the car and looked at her. “You know I wouldn’t do that, right? How long have we known each other?”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t have the balls for it, huh,” She teased, slapping him on the leg. She felt relieved knowing that it really was an accident…

“Still, I would feel a lot better if she had her own partner to train with.” She suggested, getting out of the car and heading for the stairs. David did the same, turning to lock the car before following her.

“Well, who do we even know?” He asked, ascending the steps behind her.

Frankie stopped and turned to look at him, “I donno, maybe someone from the gym?” She started back up the stairs again, walking as she talked.

“Look, it’s not that I don’t like her… she definitely knows her stuff, but if you gotta spend all your time babysitting her then how are we gonna get used to wrestling together? Who’s gonna help us with our tag team stuff, Dulce? She’s got other stuff to do, plus it’d be good for Emma to work with her own partner and-”

“Frankie, Frankie! I hear ya, I agree! Man, you must have been thinking about this all day… what’s up? What’s really bothering you…?” He asked, grabbing her hand before she climbed further up the stairs past his floor.

Frankie looked away, blushing.

A. Nothing wrong, you swear! You just want everyone to be able to train together as a tag team!

B. Well, it’s just that you’d rather be training with David tomorrow. Dulce can focus on Emma, you just gotta work together to convince her.

C. Work up your courage. It’s just David, you’ve known him for years. Come out with it and confess to David how you feel before someone like that weasel steals him from you! (Roll 1d20, 1-19 failure, 20 success)

<Flipped a coin, B won, finished writing.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>367632

Voting for A.

Cmon you motherfuckers let the goat win, story ever has a baphomet as a romance option and lizards get tons of attention

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>367632

Voting A

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>367632

C. You've come this far, don't give up now!

I'd advise her to be honest about how much it killed her inside to see David with another girl and how that made her realize how important he is to her.

Of course she's a lizard so she'll probably start with an awkward allegory about fighting, or maybe her fire, and then spill her spaghetti.

Let the dice decide!

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>367632

C.

Let the spaghetti spill.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>367632

C

Might as well try.

>>367655

Well… Motherfucker.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>367632

C

unintentionally evacuate the contents of our pants pockets, spilling (figurative) cooked pasta everywhere

>>367655

and of course i see this as i'm typing out my response but i'll roll anyway because fuck it, i'm too lazy to undo stuff

>>367632

C for spaghetti spilling. It's not going to be any fun at all otherwise.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>367632

C.

Here we go.

>>367633

Umm… m8. I don't think the goat's in the running. She probably has her own Main Cheese already.

>>367655

Good Job, Anon.

>>367632

You do take the highest score?

>>367632

C

It'll be a great chance to lock him down and also learn to not spill the spaghetti when it's time to do promos.

Wouldn't wanna be Ramen, now would we?

>>367811

>Wouldn't wanna be Ramen, now would we?

Of course not, mr. Dubs, we are not samoans :^)

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>367632

Its time to spaget all over John

C. Spill it all over him baby.

This is it Frankie… you’ve waited long enough! You gotta do something before someone takes him from you, she told herself. She took a deep breath, then another before finally working up the courage to say… anything!

“C-… can we go into your apartment?” She asked, stepping back down to David. Her fire was burning bright as her face was red now, there was no way he wouldn’t notice, so she might as well go for it! David looked surprised, but he nodded and led her to the door, unlocking it. He turned the handle and held the door open for her, allowing her to brush past him, her tail rubbing up against his leg as she went.

Frankie turned, embarrassed, but David didn’t seem to mind. He was still shutting the door, so she walked to the front room and took a seat on his couch.

When David followed she took yet another deep breath.

“So… talk to me,” David said, taking a seat by her. Frankie could feel her chest twisting up inside, she was close to losing her nerve until she looked up at him. He looked genuinely concerned for her, leaning close to give her his full attention.

Her heart raced. She always knew she felt this way about David, but only now did she have any chance of telling him her true feelings. She giggled nervously, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. “I… uh…”

David kept staring directly into her eyes. It was apparent that he wouldn't be looking away until she told him the truth. But did he have to look so intense about it?

Fine, the truth then, Frankie. Just get it out there. Who cares if this destroys your friendship, right? No… you’re just afraid of rejection.

“Stop being such a coward!” She found herself saying.

David was taken aback. “What? Me?”

Oh shit, did I say that out loud? Roll with it, Frankie! She sat up tall and pushed David’s shoulder.

“Yeah, you! Stop being such a coward! I’ve been in front of you for most of your life and you haven’t ever made a move on me. I know that thing before with Emma was an accident but… I thought… how jealous I was of her…” She trailed off, looking away from David. He was dumbstruck, his eyes wide upon hearing her. They sat silently for a few moments before he cleared his throat. “So… you actually like me like that?” He asked, leaning closer. Frankie turned and glared at him. “You need proof?” She replied, grabbing him by the collar. “No, no, I believe you-“ She cut him off by pulling him down into her lips, wrapping her free hand around his nape.

Her mouth was hot and locked with his, warmth radiating from her body. David didn’t resist, in fact, after she released him he pushed her down on the couch. Frankie looked up at him, surprised and a little nervous at both of their sudden forwardness. She could feel his rough hands softly brushing down her abs, making their way below her waist. “D-David…” Her voice cracked. “I… I’m not ready for that yet.” She whimpered. He took several deep breaths and retracted his hand, instead lowering himself down to her, kissing her neck. “David! Oh my God…” She moaned, squirming slightly under him. It was no use, she never expected something so simple to feel so… nice. David lifted himself back up, grinning down at her.

<doublepost

“David…?” Frankie whimpered. “Do… do you like me?” She asked, turning away from his gaze. The question sounded so childish, but for some reason she needed to ask him. He chuckled. “Of course I like you! For about as long as you’ve liked me!” He admitted.

“For as… how…?” Frankie looked back into his eyes with a confusion.

David went quiet again, his grin widening. “DAVID! YOU JERK, YOU KNEW! You knew the whole time that I liked you!” She shouted, slapping him in his dumb face. He kept grinning, going back down to her neck. She gently wrapped her claws around his back, pulling him onto herself. “You ass! Why didn’t you say anything! Making me have to confess!” She hissed, her grip tightening on him. He remained silent, working on her neck much to her enjoyment - though she would never tell him that, not right now anyway.

If he won’t answer me then… then I’ll make him! She thought, his silence irritating her. She sank her teeth into his shoulder, gently at first, then slowly she worked up the pressure, just enough for him to feel it without her drawing blood. David drew in a deep breath, rising up off of her for a moment to free his shoulder. They gazed at one another for a brief moment before he came back down to share a kiss with her.

Frankie lost track of time. She and David must have made out on that damn couch for about… an hour? Now they had moved to David’s bed, though Frankie told him no sex - it was just for sleeping. It was strange, David looked so cute to her, holding himself back for her sake. She looked at the clock: it read one in the morning. Damn, this wrestling business was something else - and they weren’t even in it yet! She rolled over in the bed to face David, who had fallen asleep long before her. Frankie watched his chest rise and fall with every breath. She couldn’t help but want to wrap her arm around him.

She brushed her hand down his chest and sighed. The big lug, he knew this whole time - why didn’t he ever make a move?

Maybe he was as scared as I was? I mean… I don’t know what I would do without him, she told herself. David was her foundation, he gave her the drive to do things, he would drop everything to help her out.

Maybe he didn’t want their relationship to get in the way of their dream of becoming wrestlers?

Well… whatever it was, she was glad she worked up the courage to confess her feelings to him - even if it was a little rocky at first.

Take that, Thunder Knockers, she giggled quietly, rubbing slowly down David’s stomach. Her hand stopped, bumping into something hard.

Uh… is that…?

Frankie looked down below. Yup, that was definitely his junk… even in her big salamander hands he was… well - sizeable.

A. Touch it! Mess with David! Mess with David’s junk! H-he deserves it! (And so do you, damn it!) (ROLL 1D20! 1-10 failure, 11-20 success)

B. Leave him be and sleep, you’re too tired. Soon enough you’ll work up the courage to… pin that in the ring…

Character select:

David, Emma, Dulce

<Mild spaghetti spilling this time due to nat 20.

<We'll get 'em next time, m8s.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>367858

A. Touch the holy rod, Do it now. We know shes pent up and if anything that jealousy should be directed towards rape.

>>367858

B, since we said just snuggles, no sex

>>367858

It's not like David's going to be accidentally husbando'd by electaweasel anytime soon. That being said? I'm voting to clamjam the lizard with B.

We need more tension in this CYOA and it can bring lulz if the tension isn't resolved right away

>>367858

B. But snuggle the FUCK outta that boy. He should wake up clutched possessively and feeling like a toasty pig in a blanket.

Character Select: Really want to see David's reaction to events and I love Emma, but let's throw goat bro a bone and choose Dulce.

>>367863

>>367860

>>367865

<Don't forget to select a character, niggas!

>>367876

Well, shit. Since I forgot I'm throwing in a vote for Emma the electaweasel.

>>367876

Ms. electric Emma if im gonna pick a character.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>367858

A. because I can.

Thunder Knockers

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>367858

A

>>367863

It doesn't count as sex if we don't put it in. Besides, he'll never know.

>>367858

B. The first time should be much better if he's awake, not asleep. They can lewd each other later. Besides she definitely marked him with kissing and biting, so he should be hands-off to other girls now.

I chose Emma, got to see how she's doing since signing up.

>>367858

B. Lewd is much more enjoyable when both parties are awake, and this should be no exception. In addition, it's better not risk the chance of deteriorating the relationship and long-term trust the two have over some quick molestation when a better opportunity will arise very soon, even if David probably wouldn't notice the act or care if he does.

>Character Select

Dulce could be nice, but Emma will probably have more impact so her.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>367920

well he's definitely waking up now

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>367858

And let's switch to David for now. I want to see how Frankie will explain her way out of this one.

Fuck it, Frankie thought, laying her head down on David’s shoulder. I said no sex so no sex! It’d be stupid if I just started touching him now, she figured. Besides, it’s no fun if he’s not participating, I wouldn’t get to see his reactions. Frankie removed her hand from big, dumb David’s dangerously destructive dong before she was mesmerized by it. Another time, Dick Dynamite.

She put her arm over his chest, tucking her hand under his shoulder. Still, there was no harm in a kiss at least, right? Frankie kissed him on the neck, trying her best to mimic what he had done to her. I hope I leave a hickey! No one in their right mind would try to take a marked man, right…? David grumbled a little in his sleep but thankfully he didn’t wake up. Frankie smiled, maybe now things would start to fall into place? If she were really being honest with him her real dream just started. She took a deep breath and sighed happily before going back to sleep curled around her… best friend? Boyfriend? Whatever…

…

Morning came quickly and Frankie found herself up first. David was still sleeping away, his chest rising and falling with his hand over hers.

Maybe a wake up blowjob? She had always wondered if guys really did like that kinda thing… and hell, she had already worked up the courage to confess to David… why not just go for it?

She pulled back the blanket, revealing their warm underside. Slowly she made her way down below, pulling down David’s boxers. Yep, it’s pretty damn big. It looks even bigger up close. Would this even… fit? It’s kind of intimidating…

Plus it’s kinda sweaty… and it smells.

She spent a few more moments hyping herself up. Just do it, Frankie! Maybe if I pull the blanket over my head I can ignore how big it is?

She took hold of it, David’s legs shifting awkwardly. It’s hot… even for me, she mused, feeling it in her hand. It was pulsing and felt hard. Well… gotta start somewhere. She eased herself into it, touching it to her lips first. It’s not… too bad, I guess. She pulled away from it for a moment before opening her mouth. The taste was… not great. Salty sweat and oily skin, not great. She somehow managed to keep herself from retching. Well… if David likes it… maybe it’ll be worth it.

She took the plunge, forcing it into her mouth. It filled it completely and even caused her to gag. Shit, what the hell does he feed this thing?

It actually hurt trying to push it in any further, her jaw straining to open wide enough. Nope, nope, that’s it, hate it, hate it a lot. Hurts like a bitch!

She desperately attempted to pull it out, but she felt David’s legs tighten on her head. Was David awake? Was he doing it on purpose? She couldn’t get out of it, her hands slapping his legs on either side like she were submitting to a choke hold.

“What the… hell?” Said David, whipping the blanket off to reveal Frankie downing his dick.

As he stared at her completely dumbfounded she could feel it getting bigger and hotter in her mouth. Oh God, he’s not about to-

Splurt!

She felt it hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag and rear back, pulling herself free. David started shouting, rolling away from her. “Fuck, Frankie! Fuck!” He yelled, caressing his manhood.

Frankie would have screamed if she wasn’t currently coughing and hacking up Star Storm’s Star Spunk. “I-… I think some of it- hahuhuhahhh… went up my nose…” she sneezed.

David did his best to reach for the tissues he kept on the nightstand. He threw the box at Frankie, the cardboard and tissues bouncing harmlessly off her head. “Shit, Frankie! You’re not suppose to inhale it! Quick, blow your nose!” David shouted, his voice strained. He must still be in pain, it occurred to Frankie. But from what? She quickly blew her nose - probably the grossest thing she’d ever done in her life, so she could look to see David checking himself. What’s wrong with him? Did I accidentally bite him or something- oh my god I accidentally bit his dick. She quickly cleaned herself up and crawled over to him.

“David, are you okay?” She asked, coming up behind him.

“I… I think so. Are you okay?” He returned the question.

“I’m fine… I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to…”

“What were you even doing? Tryin’ to give me a blowie?” He inquired, turning to face her, his hands still shielding his Star Stem.

Frankie quietly nodded, hiding her face with her hands. Her cheeks and ears burned with shame.

“Why don’t you uh… practice on some bananas or something before you bite off my bratwurst.” He suggested.

Frankie nodded again, sighing. All she wanted to do was give him a special good morning and she really screwed up.

She stood up and made for the bathroom to wash herself up properly.

“Frankie!” David called to her through the door.

“… Yeah?” She replied.

“Thanks for trying. Oh, and good morning to you, too.”

Well… at least David didn’t seem upset. I’ll have to do better next time.

Beep, beep, beep- click!

The morning began, same as any other. Emma’s alarm would startle her awake, nearly causing her to fall out of bed before turning the damn thing off.

In a panic she’d jump out of bed as though she were late for work and rush to the shower. The bathroom floor was her greatest enemy in the morning. She had placed so many bath rugs on the floor leading to her shower it might as well not have any tile at all. But who cares? No one’s gonna see it anyway… and at least she won’t be hitting her head on anything - the floor, the glass of the shower, her sink counter, just about anything was a hazard to her.

Emma managed to make it into the shower today without incident. She even pulled off not falling asleep in the shower! Bonus!

Getting out was another story, she would have to move slowly and carefully, drying herself off and making her way to the sink where she would use her hair dryer for all her fluff, tail, neck, just about anything she missed - which was usually a lot.

Still, today was gonna be different, she thought as she brushed her teeth and put on her deodorant. Today she would have a good day! Today was her second day off! Today she could forget about her shit job and go straight to the gym for training!

Although… David never said what time to be back at the gym. Oh well, wouldn't hurt to get some extra training in right? She patted her belly, frowning at the slight gut slowly rearing its ugly head. It’s only going to get worse if you don’t do anything about it, Emma, girl!

Okay, that should be enough pep talk for today! She quickly turned, the rug under her feet slipping a little before she caught herself.

Phew! See? Good day ahead! Didn’t even squeal!

She made it to her bedroom safely before finding some appropriate clothing for the gym - sweat pants and a loose fitting t-shirt. Good for letting her and her fluff breathe.

Good, good, socks and shoes now. She had a few pairs, but the ones she wore yesterday were her lucky shoes! Well, only recently were they lucky, she managed to get in her application and met someone as nice as David. Now that’s lucky! Although, she wished she had been able to talk to his friend Frankie a little more. She seemed to be having a bad day… wish I could have helped cheer her up.

Maybe she’ll be happier today? It’s a good morning for her, so why not for Frankie?

Emma felt her belly rumbling as she made for the front door.

Well… breakfast first, then the gym! It’s important to eat breakfast every day, Emma scolded herself. She wandered back into her kitchen to grab some grub. Maybe some eggs? They cook fast and they’re good for protein. Yeah, eggs!

She opened her fridge to find the last two eggs sitting in the carton along with a jug of orange juice that had about a cup left in it. “Well thanks, lucky shoes! Must be my lucky day,” she cheered. “I still got some eggs!”

She took both and put them in her egg cooker, making sure to fill it with the right amount of water before turning it on. Can’t afford to have another egg-related catastrophe. Had to throw out the whole cooker - after extinguishing the fire, of course.

Still, that may have something to do with her lack of control when it came to her weird raiju electricity.

It’s not like I can throw thunderbolts or anything, so it’s not my fault the stupid thing shorted out! Besides, I was just trying to save money on electric bills, Emma reminisced.

She grumbled to herself, waiting for the eggs to finish while resisting the urge to ‘speed things along’ with her static touch.

PING!

The eggs were done! Emma gingerly took them out, trying her best not to burn herself. She ran them under some water and peeled them.

“Ah! At last, breakfast!” She exclaimed to her growling tummy.

She placed the eggs on a small plate and salted them before opening the fridge again. That orange juice would be perfect for washing them down!

She carefully poured herself a glass and tossed the empty jug in the trash. “Breakfast is served,” Emma joked, taking both the plate and her glass to the table.

Just as she was sitting down her house phone began to ring. Who could be calling at six in the morning? Well, better answer it!

As soon as she picked up the phone she heard an automated voice message for one of those stupid scams she’s always hearing about. It said something about her credit card - which she never really used, so she hung up.

Ha! Lucky day! Thought it would be my manager calling me in to work.

Back to breakfast!

A. Eat breakfast (1d20, 1-10 failure, 11-20 success)

B. Try to remember how to get to the gym. (1d20, 1-10 failure, 11-20 success)

C. Go to the grocery store, you gotta get yourself some food, girlfriend! (1d20, 1-10 failure, 11-20 success)

D. Suggest something else and roll for her success? (1d20, 1-10 failure, 11-20 success)

<If you are choosing more than one of these options simply add an extra die for each choice!

<Example: vote A B? 2d20, the first roll for A second for B and so on.

<Great rolls everyone, hope it lived up to the nat 1 lol

Rolled 16, 8 = 24 (2d20)

>>367986

A and C

Rolled 8, 19 = 27 (2d20)

>>367986

> bit his dick and got spunk up her nose

Yeah, I'd say that was suitably horrific.

> 50/50 chance to succeed at basic life tasks

I am now unironically concerned for Emma's welfare. That was a ID theft or shut off warning about her card, wasn't it? We need to set her up with one of those billionaire cowboy surgeons 3D's like to read books about.

A and B

Rolled 7, 15 = 22 (2d20)

>>367986

A and C, FOOD IS IMPORTANT, YOU NEED FOOD TO BECOME STRONG WEASEL.

Rolled 7, 5 = 12 (2d20)

>>367986

My vote goes to A and B.

We have to get fit if we want to manage our girls gut.

Rolled 1, 4 = 5 (2d20)

>>367986

A, i pray you dont choke emma

C, i have the worst feeling that youre gonna need to get some food after this breakfast rip in piss

Rolled 13, 13 = 26 (2d20)

>>367986

A, B

Rolled 4, 7, 18 = 29 (3d20)

>>367986

A, C and D. Food is always relevant. For D? Double check things with Emma's credit card company to make sure things are on the straight and narrow.

>>368019

>The breakfast roll

ruh roh

Emma looked at her eggs and orange juice and raised her brow. Something was missing.

“Aha!” She exclaimed, “A spoon!” Of course, she was missing her breakfast spoon! What, you don’t eat eggs with a spoon? What are you, a savage?

Emma opened her silverware drawer and reached inside, producing the spoon. Now was the time for the consumption of the huevos! After taking the eggs and the orange juice, she sat down at her table. It was small, fit for two, but hey, she lived by herself so it’s fine, right? She excitedly used the spoon to cut one of the eggs, taking the piece and shoving it into her mouth. It tasted pretty good! Thank you sir, may I have another? She joked to herself, spooning up another slice of egg. Yum! Another!

She finished the first egg. “Cooked to perfection! My compliments to the chef!” Said Emma, patting her belly. She went in for the second egg. The first bite was as good as the last. The second, too.

The third bite… was okay.

Oh God, the fourth bite is awful! Emma gagged, the egg had not been cooked all the way through! Or maybe it was a bad egg? Who cares, it tastes disgusting! She retched, the spoon still in her mouth getting sucked in. It cut off her airway, causing the weasel to panic. She looked for a solution, but there was none to be found. In a rush, she tried to stand up but the chair slipped out from under her, causing her to fall onto her back. Upon hitting the floor, the spoon shot out from her throat to her mouth and up into the air. She could only stare at it as she desperately gasped for oxygen. The spoon came back down and landed on the table - no wait! A sudden splash of orange now filled her view, falling right onto her face and chest.

Emma laid there for a moment, still trying to catch her breath while also trying to process everything that had just happened. After a moment, tears began to well up in her eyes.

No, no, Emma! No crying! Today is your… lucky day! She consoled herself, trying to hold it together.

A change of shirt and a little wash up will fix this. Besides, you didn’t even want that orange juice! Water …is just fine!

She picked herself up slowly, getting the towel she had hung by the sink. After wiping up the juice and tossing the bad egg in the trash she made her way back to her bedroom for a change of clothes. Gonna have to wash up again, Emma thought, feeling the fluff around her neck. Ew, sticky…

After taking off her shirt and finding another she quickly washed up and was ready to go.

Just a small hiccup, Emma! You’ve had worse mornings than this! She readied herself and cleaned the rest of her mess at the table.

<Doublepost!

Well, now that that’s over maybe I should get some groceries first? My fridge is looking pretty bare…

Yeah, that’s a good idea, Emma agreed with herself, grabbing her purse and locking her door as she made her way to her car. Payday wasn’t too long ago, so I should have plenty of money to get some food on the table. Getting to the grocery store was relatively eventless and thankfully it wasn’t too far from home. Emma parked and grabbed a cart that was close to her car. Score! Don’t have to walk far to get one! She placed her purse in the carriage and pushed it inside.

Shopping was strangely enough her least favorite thing. She hated having to walk around the store and put things in her cart - nowadays they don’t even have any cashiers anymore, maybe one if she’s lucky. She was always bad at the whole checkout thing…

Well, I’ll worry about it when I get there! She began her routine of meandering through the grocery store, picking off things she thought she would like to try, or things she knew she already liked. Can’t forget the eggs and the orange juice! Despite today’s breakfast they were still two of her favorite things to eat in the morning.

Her cart was pretty full… a lot of the stuff things she didn’t really need if she was being honest. But they looked so good!

Time to check out! Boo…

Looking out over the checkout aisles there was only one person - as usual and they had a huge line. Not to mention, it was that one clerk that was slower than molasses.

Forget it, I’ll just bite the bullet and use the stupid self checkout. She rolled her cart over and began to shove her items through, attempting to keep frozen with frozen etc while bagging them.

Eventually she finished and pulled out her card, starting ‘the process.’

After punching in her information she hit the accept button and the machine buzzed, causing her to jump.

She glared at the screen, reading the blinking words.

‘Card declined.’

“What?” Emma asked to herself. Declined? No way, there’s a mistake. I’ll just try it again.

‘Card declined.’

No! That can’t be right!

“Is something wrong, miss?” One of the customer service clerks had come up behind her, startling her. She looked at the computer then back to Emma, who was regaining her composure.

“Oh, uh, y-yeah, this machine keeps declining my card.” She admitted. The clerk gave her a concerned look. “That’s not good, let me see if I can’t help.”

After she messed around with the register she prompted Emma to try once again.

‘Card declined.’

Emma sighed, opening up her purse to pull out cash instead. She had just enough to pay for the essentials. Sorry, extra cheesy cheese bread! I’ll eat you some other time! Goodbye, Pixie Pizza, no magic marinara for me tonight!

After removing all the extra stuff Emma was left with her eggs, the orange juice, some bread, peanut butter and jelly.

It’s not glamorous but at least I’ll survive. Still, it was strange that my card wasn’t working. Better check in on that…

She searched through her purse and pulled out her cellphone, putting her groceries in the passenger seat of her car as she got in. Someone at the bank should know what’s going on.

<Triplepost!

“Hi, this is Shea at The End of the Rainbow! How may I assist you today?” A woman’s voice with a slight Irish accent asked on the other end of the line.

Emma took a deep breath. “Hi, I’m Emma. I was having a bit of a problem with my card a moment ago. It kept getting declined at the checkout.” She explained.

“Oh, sure, Emma. May I have the account number if you would?” The lady asked. After giving her the information Emma listened to her typing for a moment before she prompted her with a request for the name on the account and the last four digits on her card.

Things seemed to be going smoothly until the typing stopped.

“Oh. Oh dear, Miss Murphy, it seems your account was frozen due to some identity fraud.”

Emma’s heart sank, the news causing her to slump forward, hitting her head on the top of steering wheel. “Someone stole my identity? What I can do?” She asked.

“Well, lucky for you you had already set up your security with us, but you may want to report it to the appropriate authorities.” The lady answered.

After all that was squared away Emma thanked the lady and hung up. Well… it was lucky that she had already made those security checks - but not being able to use her money was gonna hurt. Who knows how long the freeze would be on for, but right now she needed to take her food back home.

It was finally time to head to the gym. All the events from this morning nearly made Emma forget how to get there. Good thing she had her lucky shoes on! Getting to the gym wasn’t too hard, but when she pulled into the lot the place was much busier than yesterday.

Must be that a lot of the people come in before lunch, she figured. She stared out at the big sign on the front of the building. “Cabra Fuerte’s Lucha Libre.”

She never really noticed it until now, but it was a strange name for a gym. Like who was Cabra Fuerte? Must be one of those latin baphomets on the other side of town, she thought.

Well, now she was here, but how was she gonna get in? Last night she was a guest under David and with all these vehicles parked out front she couldn’t exactly figure out if he was here or not - if she could even remember what car he drove. Signing up for a gym membership might not be a good idea with a frozen bank account and all.

Decisions, decisions.

A. Just go in and test your lucky shoes! Maybe David will be there? Or maybe someone else will be nice enough to help you out? (1d20, 1-10 failure, 11-20 success)

B. Suggest something else? (1d20, 1-10 failure, 11-20 success)

Character select: Frankie, David, Dulce

>All these nat 1s for Emma

Just as planned:^)

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>368249

Dulce for character. Let's see what the AY PAPI is up to and can roll one eyed sneks for

And B for electaweasel. First she's going to find herself a guy (who conveniently is in MFW and wants a tag team partner) to work with for whatever the goat has her working on. Then find Dulce,ask her what kind of things to work on while waiting for David and Frankie.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>368249

Poor Emma. Nothing's going well for her. Let's roll better for her.

I'm going with B, find a guy (who happens to be in MFW) out of blue with thanks to her lucky shoes and work with him. Plenty much the same as >>368270

Let's see how Dulce's going as far, who knowsmaybe we'll see a few familiar faces from the other story. :^)

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>368249

lets go for A! She hasnt had any luck so far with those lucky shoes but hey maybe dick biting is good motivation for going to the gym early to get in training with your partner

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>368249

A

baphobeaner

>>368249

>>368281

> instawin

More swerves here than a real wrestling storyline. Does critically succeeding at "maybe someone else will be nice enough to help you out?" mean that she'll meet a nice guy who will love and protect her?

Character Select: Dulce

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>368249

Char select sweet cabra

B- talk to the receptionist, ask her if they have one of those "1st class free" promotions (remember that you cant pay the monthly fee at the moment), maybe even some /fit/ guy can give you a tour around

CMON LUCKY PANTS

Well, lucky shoes, don’t let me down! Emma opened her door and headed into the gym. It was bustling with activity, several baphomets were taking up the treadmills, Dulce didn’t seem to be with them however. . The weight rooms on the side were occupied by several macho looking guys - maybe they were tryouts for Monster Mania? Or maybe they were just bodybuilders. There was even activity by the sparring rings and training equipment.

“Oh, hey! Welcome back!” Someone greeted her. Emma jumped a little before looking at the front desk. It was that same employee from yesterday. This time she got a better look at her - blonde, glasses, horns, short, she was certainly a monster herself, but Emma wasn’t sure what kind. If I were to guess I’d say she belongs to a type of succubus… oh right, she’s talking to me!

“Uh- um. Hi!” She stammered. “I’m- uh, waiting for my friend.”

“I see, I see. I remember you from yesterday. Well I know for a fact David will be here today, so why don’t you go on in?” She offered, “Dulce will be here in a few minutes so just get in some stretches, okay? Don’t worry about your number, I wrote it down.” She said before the weasel could protest.

Emma looked down and nodded, “Thank you, so much!” She said, hurrying past the desk.

And thank you lucky shoes! She thought, walking to the back where the sparring rings were. There were two people using them, a man and a… strangely familiar looking woman. She was tall and lean, her skin incredibly pale and smooth - what little she showed. She was wearing a tracksuit, a ball cap and sunglasses. What she could see of her face Emma could tell it’d be so pretty if she didn’t have such a severe case of RBF. The man in the ring was doing training similar to what they had done, however he was in the ring alone and was jumping off the turnbuckle just to hit the mat.

<Doublepost!

The trainer noticed her watching and scowled. Her intense glare caused Emma to turn away with a shiver. W-well, alright then! I-I was gonna talk to them but that’s just out of the question!

Lucky shoes got me this far, no point in pushing my luck further, right? Emma was about to turn back when someone walked up beside her. “Hey, didn’t expect you to be here so soon!”

Emma twisted around, finding both David and Frankie standing there, ready for another day of training.

“O-oh! David! F-Frankie! I wasn’t sure when you’d be here so I-I just thought I’d come as soon as I could!!” She exclaimed. Thanks again, lucky shoes!

David nodded, his face a little strained, “Yeah, I uh, kinda pulled a muscle and needed to get my stretches in.” He replied, walking to the empty ring. “Come on, let’s start!”

Emma looked at Frankie who seemed upset about something, although she seemed less intense about it than before. Something must have happened, but she wasn’t about to pry into the salamander’s business. So instead she decided to try cheering her up.

“So, ready for another day? Y-you really got Dulce good last n-night, I’d hate to be on the r-receiving end of… that!”

Frankie nodded silently, although it didn’t seem she was paying any attention. Well, at least she wasn’t angry, right? “Come on, let’s go, slow pokes!” David called to them. Frankie seemed to snap out of it at that, her eyes brightening up. “Shaddup or I’ll come up there and make ya!” She threatened albeit playfully. Well, it seemed playful to Emma. She was incredibly confused now. Something must have happened between those two for that girl to do a 180 like that.

Well whatever, as long as she’s happy then I’ll be happy, too!

<Triplepost!

Dulce groaned, dragging herself out of bed in a slump. She hardly got any sleep yet again. Typical, she tossed and turned all night long, unable to get even a wink. At first she had thought it was simply due to all the excitement from becoming Cabrasita, but now she wasn’t so sure. Being Cabrasita loses its novelty when you don’t go out and fight crime. Or fight at all. Maybe that was it - maybe Cabrasita had cursed her for not upholding JUSTICE as a crimefighter? Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows? Dulce sighed, meandering over to the bathroom.

One of these days, I’m jus’ gonna up an’ die an’ they can bury me as Cabrasita with my bed. Still, calling in sick was not an option.

After getting ready, Dulce headed out and walked the street heading for the nearest bus stop. The gym was a little too far to go by foot and she didn’t own a car or even know how to drive if she did. Although for some reason she enjoyed the commute. Seeing the usual faces, some from her neighborhood and others from around town, that probably had something to do with it.

Although when every baphomet who was at the church call her Cabrasita she has to chastise them, explaining that no one can know who she is. It hardly ever works.

Today thankfully none of that happened. The ride was mundane, the bus making its usual stops. It was all a blur in her memory when her stop for the gym came into view.

Dulce quickly made for the bus exit, practically power walking through the doors. “Oh, Dulce, you’re here!” Big Alp greeted her. “Good morning!”

“Buenos dias, Jefe.” She yawned out, rubbing her eyes.

“No sleep again?” Asked Big Alp. Dulce nodded, a second oncoming yawn forcing her to scrunch up her face.

“Sorry to hear about that… but hey, your trainees are here already.”

Dulce cocked her head up at the alp. “David and Frankie? Ay, pinche madre, they’re too early.” She complained.

“Their guest is here with them, too. What’s her name…?” Big Alp asked, leaning over the desk with her ear pointed to the baphomet.

“Emma…” Dulce grumbled in response.

“Oh, what’s that? You like them that much you already know their name?”

“Cállate, Jefe! You know everyone in here!” Dulce protested.

“Ah, yes, but I like my customers.” ‘Jefe’ pointed out, a smug look on her face. “Now are ya gonna go train them properly? They’re just running around the ring like a couple of jobbers.”

Dulce smirked, giggling a little at the thought. “To be honest, jefe, I just have them doing the same thing as Miss Camille. I’m no trainer.”

“Nonsense, you’ve got them on the right track, now go get ‘em!”

The encouragement was certainly helpful, giving Dulce that boost she needed. Alright, Dulce, put on your war face.

She made a scowl and walked to the rings where the three ‘jobbers’ were throwing themselves at one another in turns.

Emma had just slammed into Frankie, surprising her with the amount of force she could put behind her otherwise soft looking body.

Or maybe she had just slipped up and accidentally plowed into the salamander - since the both of them hit the mat like a couple of cripples without their crutches. She managed to keep from laughing at them, taking a deep breath before shouting at the three.

“Ay, ay, what the hell is this, cabrones?!” She hollered, turning the three’s heads - along with everyone else in earshot.

“Oh, hey, it’s Baphne. We were just practicing, Baphne!” David started, nudging Frankie while pointing at her.

A. Time to get in the ring and teach David how bad a decision it was to go up against monsters! (Roll 1d20, 1-5 failure, 6-20 success)

B. Make Frankie fight David for you. It’s too early for you to deal with his bullshit.

C. Let it slide… for now.

D. Suggestion? Roll for it! (1d20, 1-10 failure, 11-20 success)

>>368348

<I'm so glad I went for dice rolls.

<Also: >>368281 nat 20 was as follows.

>She hasnt had any luck so far with those lucky shoes but hey maybe dick biting is good motivation for going to the gym early to get in training with your partner.

<So unfortunately no, it just means David and Frankie showed up at the perfect time.

<I'm fine with you adding to the vote you're rolling for (within reason) and nat 20 you can try to be specific with it otherwise it's up for my interpretation.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>368532

D, learn finisher moves like backflips off the turnbuckle because no wrasslin' match is complete without a flashy, over the top finisher move

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>368532

A

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>368532

D. what >>368533 said but it's DESTINO

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>368532

D. Say you want them to see something and watch what's going on in Ms. Spooky's sparring ring. Foreshadowing?

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>368532

Dulce is going to prove that she's the ♀GOAT♀OF♀THIS♀RING and out wrestle David using the strength being an AY PAPI affords her. Also needs to pin David with a facesit because I wanna see Frankie get booty bothered .

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>368532

A. Lets at least try to win

Dulce narrowed her eyes, hopping up the side of the ring. “Alright, I think it’s time you learned just what you’re in for, cabron,” she said, pointing a finger at David. “You’re gonna fight a real monster.” He shrugged, “What, Frankie? We usually end in a tie…”

“I mean me, coño!” She barked, stepping into the ring. “You two get to watch!”

Emma sheepishly got out of the ring while Frankie waited a moment.

“Good luck… and watch out.” she whispered before climbing through the ropes.

David sighed, “Alright, Baphne, what’s the deal?” The way he stops there casually, not taking her seriously, it was really starting to piss her off.

Dulce broke into a sprint, going for a full body tackle. It connected, the hit knocking the wind out of David. He struggled to stay upright, gasping for air. “Sh-… shit, Baphne! You don’t hold back!” He complained, putting up a sloppy guard.

“Of course not! This is a real fight, cabron!” She said, backing off a few steps. David manage to regain his composure. Using the ropes he bounced himself into a full sprint in an attempt to clothesline the goat. Dulce was much too quick and small for that, ducking under his arm she grabbed hold of it, spun around and pulled all her weight to throw David onto his back.

“WHOA! THAT WAS ONE OF SILVER SLAM’S MOVES!” Emma shouted, grabbing onto a rope and shaking it wildly.

David gasped for air, the bapho’s ass pressed firmly against his face. Dulce laughed heartily in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. Frankie looked confused and angry while Emma covered her eyes, her cheeks turning as red as Frankie’s. Dulce had done that move a few times but she’d never actually had that happen before. She quickly scrambled off of him and dropped an elbow on his gut to distract from her mistake.

“Come on, David, at least try to fight back!” She bellowed. David was still trying to catch his breath, but he managed to wrap his arms around her, pulling her close so she couldn’t move. He rolled over and with a grunt he picked her up, throwing the himself down with Dulce underneath him. WHUMP!

They crashed against the mat, David rolling off of the flattened goat sprawled out underneath him.

“Yeah! Show her, David! Kick her ass!” Frankie cheered with the intensity only a salamander could muster.

Dulce groaned, peeling herself off the mat.

“What’s wrong, Baphne? Bite off more than you can chew?” David taunted her, getting low for a better guard. Dulce furrowed her brow, circling the ring with her arms up. David mirrored her movements to keep her at a distance.

“I have to admit, cabron, that was good…” she began, making her way to the other side of the ring. “But you haven’t seen anything yet!” She hollered, rushing straight for him once more. David was ready for her, grabbing her by the horns. He spun her around in the air, releasing her, but Dulce grabbed hold of his wrists. She pulled him along with her, using her momentum to slam him down face first into the mat.

David was down for the count. He didn’t even try to get up, instead laying there groaning in pain and frustration. “Damn, Baphne… you don’t hold back.” He grumbled, rolling onto his back to nurse his forehead.

“Of course not! Neither will the others, MWE isn’t like those old fake wrestlers! They’re gonna crush you, cabron!

“Hey, how the hell do you even do that with your tiny ass?” Frankie demanded, stepping into the ring, Emma following after her like a lost puppy. Dulce laughed triumphantly, “It’s not about your size, it’s how you handle it! You all would be the real deal if you learned how to throw your weight as well as your opponent’s.” She pointed to David. “The cabron did most of the work, I jus’ took him with me, pinche tarado.”

“Love you, too, Baphne.” David replied, straining to pull himself up.

“Can you teach us? Please, please, please teach us that!” Emma begged, her body shaking with excitement.

A. Have them recreate the same situation you had with David. Try to teach them through hands-on training, hopefully they’ll pick it up. (Roll 1d20, 1-10 failure, 11-20 success)

B. They’re not ready for it yet. They still need to work on their endurance. David went down after only two real throws, and Emma… well, she’s a work in progress for sure.

C. Try another suggestion? (Roll 1d20, 1-10 failure, 11-20 and a prayer to God for success)

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>368676

Might as well go for A. I mean, they probably aren't totally ready for it yet, but just getting the shit kicked out of you day in day out needs to be mixed up a bit every so often.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>368676

A. Come on dice, help us make Emma a ditz outside the ring and godhand inside it.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>368676

A. everyone must learn the way of Tranquilo and Los Ingobernables

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>368676

Option A

Time to give Emma a taste of rasslin' as it can't hurt …. well, much. Dulce isn't going to hold back and/or pull puches (clotheslines), but she will wrestle at a level that's appropriate for each of them. Electaweasel needs to experience the basics so she can translate her autistic knowledge into something more fitting of a wrestler. Frankie? can go a bit harder on her because she's done a bit of amateur wrestling, and she's physically capable of handling more than Emma.

“Alright, alright!” Dulce shouted, trying to calm the electric weasel down. She thought for a moment on how to teach such a thing. I learned it by myself… or maybe Cabrasita did… well, whatever.

“Let’s see…” She muttered.

“Well?” Frankie asked, folding her arms impatiently.

“Shush, I’m thinking, lagartija!” The baphomet answered. She tapped her hoof until she got an idea. It’s so simple, it’s bound to work!

“Alright, listen up cabrones! Pair up, David y Frankie, Emma you’re with me.” She explained. “You two get out of the ring and watch.”

David shrugged to Frankie, the two of them doing as they were told. When Dulce turned to see Emma, she was shaking like a leaf. Was she scared, or excited? Well, whatever, let’s start this.

“Okay, take hold of my arms here,” She said, patting her forearm. Emma did as told, wrapping her hands around the baphomet’s arms.

“Ay, puta madre, harder! Really dig your hands in!” Dulce hollered, startling Emma. She tried her best, tightening her grip as much as she could. Dulce nodded, “Alright, now toss me.” She instructed her.

“W-what?” Emma asked, not sure if she had heard her right.

“TOSS ME!” The baphomet bellowed. Emma, in a fit of nervousness, did as she was told. She spun, lifting Dulce up off her hooves and attempted to let go, only to realize the goat had taken hold of her arms in the same fashion she had with David. The same force pulled her along. Somehow the little baphomet was able to plant herself to the floor again and pulled hard on Emma’s arms, forcing her to actually lift up off the mat for a second before coming back down.

“Good! Now you do the same!” Dulce shouted. Emma attempted it, somehow grabbing hold of Dulce and pulling off the same trick. The two repeated the motion a few more times before Dulce released Emma and let her hop away, just barely keeping on her feet. Frankie and David both looked impressed, climbing back into the ring.

“Wow, Emma! That was amazing!” David complimented her with a pat on the back.

Frankie grabbed her shoulder and shook her, “You holdin’ out on us? You looked like you knew what you were doing!”

Emma was huffing and puffing from the effort and the sudden attention, her cheeks mimicking cherries. Dulce gave her an approving nod.

“Hey, well done, cabrona!” Dulce praised her. “Now you two try. It’s simple, just do what we did!”

Frankie nodded to David, taking his arm confidently, “Yeah, David! Let’s do this!” She said, pulling him to the center of the mat. Dulce and Emma cleared the ring, allowing them both some extra space to perform.

David started first, spinning to gain some momentum. Frankie was coming along but not very quickly.

They don’t have enough force, Dulce considered, watching them from the sidelines. Frankie barely lifted off the ground at all, stumbling before giving David a go. She nearly put too much force into it, whipping David around with surprising strength even for her. David’s hands slipped and with a yelp he slammed into the turnbuckle.

THUNK!

That couldn’t possibly look more painful, Dulce thought. She looked at Emma who was completely stunned, she must have been thinking the same thing.

“David, you alright?” Frankie called to him, her voice cracking with worry. David nodded, his voice strained from the pain. “Y-… yeah. I’m… alright.” He said, giving her a thumbs up.

“Good! Because you’re both gonna keep at it until you get the hang of it, or we’re gonna switch to more painful training so I don’t have to hear you whimpering every time you take a hit!” Dulce shouted, pointing at either of them.

<Doublepost!

WHUMP! Frankie slammed onto the mat, somehow ending up on her back this time. The two of them had been trying for at least a few hours and still neither one of them could get the hang of this whole using your opponent’s force against themselves thing. After attempting to simplify it even more and failing, Dulce had grown impatient and decided to give Emma more attention. Thankfully the other trainer and her boy had left, opening up the other ring for them to practice throwing each other’s weight.

Emma had gotten good at it pretty quickly. Somehow it felt that even though she was a total klutz, in the ring she was someone else completely.

“So… you’re gonna be a wrestler, too, huh?” Dulce asked as she swung through the air. Emma nodded, still trying to concentrate on not screwing up.

“You got a lotta potential, chica. You keep this up and you’re gonna do a lotta good.” The baphomet encouraged her.

Emma just nodded again, this time she was swinging in the air.

As they slowed to a stop, Frankie let out a frustrated roar from the other ring. “Shit, I got work in like twenty minutes!” She shouted. Dulce watched as both the salamander and her other half left the ring.

It was pretty obvious to her that something happened between the two of them. Whatever it was it might be the source of their… issues in the ring. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it but it was just a feeling she got when watching them.

The air conditioner hummed loudly, the cold on full blast filling the office room with crisp air. A man sat at his desk sifting through papers, scratching out names with his pen and tossing them into a pile. Others he would squint down his reading glasses and scan for a moment before circling and placing them in a different pile. There came a knock at the door, followed by a voice. “Mr. McLeary, I have another list of applicants for you.”

“Come in.” The man said, straightening out the papers. The door opened, hooves clopping on the wooden floor. A bicorn stepped over the threshold, entering the room with a folder that was stuffed to the brim with paperwork, a rubber band the only thing keeping it from bursting open. She sauntered over to his desk, placing the folder down before him. “Thank you, Claudia.” Mr. McLeary said, popping open the folder. Some of the pages spilled out, two or three of them being swept up by the air conditioner. “It seems like Monster Mania is coming together, Mr. McLeary.” Claudia said, smiling as she caught some of the pages. Mr McLeary nodded, already having started going through the list of applicants. A lot of these were dull, boring, talentless, or just plain wrong. They wouldn’t fit in to MWE’s culture. Some of them weren’t even physically fit and even more of them were outright stating they only wanted in so they could wrestle some monster ladies - only worded much more colorfully.

“These people just don’t get it,” Mr. McLeary stated, shoving a few more pages into the discard pile to be disposed of later. “They don’t understand that this is more than just mere entertainment!”

“Yes, Mr. McLeary.” Claudia agreed. “It’s a way for us to connect with one another. For man and monster to come together.”

“That’s true, Claudia, very true. I like that.” He replied, stopping to read another application before deciding it looked better in the discard pile. “I’ve been running this business for Christ knows how long and I have not seen such a sad collection of talentless hacks such as this.”

He took another one and adjusted his reading glasses. This seemed to be two different applicants attempting to apply as a tag team together. There were a few like this, some good, some bad, this one seemed to be… acceptable, however as they were both monsters it would work better to split them apart and pair them with human counterparts. He placed both in the accepted pile, considering what to do with them both. It won’t be difficult, all I needed now is - aha! There’s one for the other, a man to balance out the small one. Still… the other would be a little more difficult. Her partner could be another monster, sure, he ran the show, he could bend the rules however he saw fit…

Although… that did give him a few ideas. He stroked his chin in thought, placing a few others into the discarded pile. Claudia cleared them off the desk for him and exited the room, still smiling. As she left someone else stood in the doorway.

“Still looking for talent, I see.” They called to Mr. McLeary.

<Triplepost!

“Hemlock! Well done with your last match!”

“Cut the shit, prod.” The manticore snapped, stomping over to the desk. She slapped one of her clawed hands onto the pile of applicants. “What the hell did you call me in here for?”

“What, what? I just wanted your opinion!” He said indignantly.

“Oh, I’ll give you my opinion.” She began.

“So toxic! Living up to your name even outside of the ring.” He cut her off. Hemlock gave him a sour look, baring her fangs.

“Hey! You still work for me, remember that!” Mr. McLeary reprimanded her. “No one else is gonna take care of you like me!” She scoffed, turning away with her arms crossed, her barbed tail hovering dangerously close to his hands. He paid it no mind, going back to the papers.

“So you gonna answer the question or what?” Hemlock sneered. Mr. McLeary took off his reading glasses and placed them on the desk, stretching his neck. Pop! Pop, his joints cracked.

“Monster Mania airs in a few weeks. We need to make a choice here - who gets in and who goes home.” Mr. McLeary explained. He grabbed a handful of papers, holding up three of them. Each had a picture of the applicant on it.

“So?” Hemlock shrugged.

“So, I want you to tell me which one looks good to you.” Replied Mr. McLeary.

“Well they all look like jobbers.” Hemlock stated.

“But which one looks the least like a jobber?” Mr. McLeary clarified. Hemlock stared at them for a moment, reading over their application and their faces. She chose the one on the right.

“Her.” She said confidently. “She looks like she could actually hold her own.”

“Good.” He replied, holding the application for her to take. “Say hello to your new partner.”

“What?!” Hemlock roared. “I don’t need a partner! I have a partner!”

“You have a valet. You know as well as I do that Clyde is eye candy for the ladies and nothing more.” Mr. McLeary retorted.

“What the hell do I need a partner for anyway? When I stand in the ring I stand on my own!” The manticore protested.

“Not anymore! You’re joining Monster Mania! You asked me if I’m lookin’ for more talent, well guess what, I just found some! Now get the hell out of my office!” He shouted, standing up from his desk to point her to the door.

The manticore tossed the application, letting the air carry it to the floor as she left, slamming the door behind her - the hinges nearly falling off the wall.

Mr. McLeary brushed off the front of his suit and sat back down, smiling to himself - and for the camera until the red light turned off. The door opened once more, Claudia coming back in, her smile ever present.

“Well done, Mr. McLeary. Another great performance!” She commended him, picking up the application.

He looked up and smiled. “Oh, Lexi’s the one who sold it. If anyone did a good job it was her.” Claudia nodded, placing the paper back on the top of the desk. Mr. McLeary gazed at it for a moment. It belonged to an alraune by the name of Olivia, one that looked perfect for the role of Hemlock’s partner in Monster Mania.

A. Timeskip weeklong montage for Frankie, David and Emma. Do they get accepted?

B. Suffer through the training alongside them for more in depth situations and drama?

Character Select: David, Frankie or Emma.

<These rolls lol.

<Let's take a break from them by voting on the direction for the story! You guys wanna start getting closer to actually wrestling or do you want more training and build up?

>>368694

<You're a hero, anon.

A though just barely for Dave and Frankie, we need some good underdogs for these fights, but Emma should live up to being the prodigy she is, also David for character select, it's been a while since we got his thoughts.

>>368870

More training, and you should introduce some more applicants.

>>368870

A for timeskip, and of course all three of them get accepted. Wouldn't be as much fun otherwise. And I'm good with David for character select bonus points if there's another mouth to junk malfunction but with David getting Frankie's femspunk in places it shouldn't be

>>368870

B.

David

>>368870

A. Timeskip

And as for character select, Frankie. Lets not be a one note salamander, She's more than just a dick shredding bonnet tipper!

>>368694

>godhand

does that mean the better she does, the harder her fights get

>>368870

B.

Frankie

A.

David

>>368870

A and David.

The week went by relatively quickly. Between work and training, Frankie, David and Emma had all kept themselves busy waiting to hear back about their applications.

Dulce had worked them hard, upping the intensity of their training day in and day out, teaching them how to take falls, how to throw one another properly, even getting over the fear of jumping off the turnbuckle. The last one had taken them more than a day to get a handle on but eventually it stuck - more with Frankie than the other two at least.

Frankie and David got a hang of their throw training and even managed to catch up with Emma, who continued to surprise them with how well she did in the ring.

Dulce had rewarded her by making her the ‘reigning champion’ of her little class, challenging the other two to take her down in an impromptu training session - two against one.

Emma was surprisingly strong, even for Frankie, but with the two of them working together, they managed to throw her up and let her hit the mat on her own. They both had to comfort her afterward, the bullying had proven too much for Thunder Knockers. After cheering her up, she managed to come back in a rematch and knock Frankie over long enough for her to pin David.

Frankie challenged David to a one on one for fun after that. Dulce allowed it, clearly interested in seeing how that would play out. It didn’t end well - Frankie had pummeled David quite a bit before he grabbed her and attempted a take down. Somehow in all the excitement he had ended up head between her thighs. Frankie, taking advantage of the situation had put him in a headlock until he tapped out. When it was over, David wiped what he hoped was sweat off his face. He could tell she was just as embarrassed as he was… which only gave further credit to his first assumption of the mystery fluid. Damn, girl, you gotta learn to control yourself, he thought to himself. Still, it was his fault he ended up in her fire pit… can’t wait to get an earful for that one.

The day ended with the three of them deciding to go out for drinks. David had offered Dulce to go with them but she decided against it.

“I’m not gonna get involved with you crazies if you go drinking.” She told them.

That was fair, plus she probably didn’t want to have a hangover - small body and all. David was of course the designated driver, watching his intake of alcohol. Frankie had already gotten through three screwdrivers and a pitcher of beer. She was hanging off of both him and Emma, buzzed but not quite gone. Being a salamander for some reason made her more prone to drunkenness. Her flames were low and flicked lazily as she rested her head on David’s shoulder.

“So I’ve been wondering,” A red faced Emma started, “What’s your guys’ relationship, huh?”

Frankie grabbed her glass of beer and finished it off with a loud, satisfied sigh.

“Lemme tell ya, Emma. We been friends for yeeeears. YEARS! I been hangin’ with this big guy for at least… fifteen? Fifteen, David?” She asked, turning to him. David nodded, practically holding her up under the arms now. “Fifteen years! Maybe more! Who knows?”

Emma’s eyes went wide, “Wow, that’s… like… forever! So have you guys uh… done it?” She whispered to the two of them. David raised a brow at the sudden boldness in Emma’s question. Frankie laughed, leaning into David again. She never actually answered the question, but David knew even buzzed she was too embarrassed to do so.

“So Emma, have you heard back about your application?” David asked in an attempt to change the subject. Emma took the bait, thinking on it for a moment before shaking her head.

“Neither have we.” He said, shaking Frankie by her shoulder. She groaned, standing up suddenly.

“Well, I gotta hit the showers!” The salamander declared, heading for the restroom.

“They got showers here…?” Emma asked.

David shook his head, “Don’t worry about it, Emma. What about you? You got anyone?” He ventured to ask. She shook her head before taking another swig of her beer.

“I haven’t had anyone…” She answered, her ears drooping downward. “I’ve been on my own for as long as I can remember…” David swore under his breath. He hadn’t intended to upset her, he just wanted to know more about her. Emma shook her head and slapped her cheeks, smiling at him.

<Doublepost

“Oh, don’t look so worried, David! I think everyone has someone out there for them. I’m just happy you two have each other!” She said, suddenly sounding a little more cheery and sober. David smiled back, surprised but still a little worried about her. Well, it’d be best not to dwell on it. Frankie finally came back looking incredibly relieved. She sat back down beside David and Emma, putting her arms around either of them.

“Well, guys… I’m back from my journey…” She said, smiling dumbly.

“Did you have a good trip?” David asked sarcastically. Frankie nodded. “Oh yeah. I stopped by the men’s room and picked up your man card on the way.” She shot back, nudging him with her elbow.

David laughed, “No bite marks, right?” Frankie laughed as well, slapping him on the back. Emma looked even more confused now.

“I don’t get it,” She said, looking back and forth between the two of them.

David shook his head, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it!” Frankie parroted, turning to face Emma, her hand leaning on David’s leg. The weasel seemed to notice and shrugged, taking another drink. She must never know, David thought to himself. The rest of the night went on as they talked about training and what they hoped MWE would be like if they made it in. Eventually it was time to go - luckily for both David and Frankie they had no work in the morning.

“Last call!” The bartender hollered throughout the bar walking down to the trio of friends. “Hey, last call guys.” He said, placing their credit cards in front of them. David nodded, taking his and finishing off any drinks that Frankie had left unattended.

“Well, I think it might be a good time for us to get out of here.” David said, doing his best to hold up a very tired salamander. Emma nodded lazily, taking her card and standing up by herself. “I should go home, too… I got work.” She slurred out, wobbling a little. Emma began rummaging around in her pockets looking for her keys. The thought of her driving herself home… well, David had seen how she handled herself sober and out of the ring, so a buzzed raiju behind the wheel all by herself didn’t sound like such a good idea. “Hey, Emma, why don’t you ride with us?” David offered, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, don’ worry abou’ me. I do this alla time.” She replied, the contents of her purse now being emptied out on the bar as she continued her search for those damned keys. David saw them get buried under her pile of belongings, stealthily taking them and nodding to the bartender. There was no way he was going to let her even attempt to drive herself home.

A. Convince the drunken raiju to go home with you and Frankie? (Roll 1d20, 1-10 failure, 11-20 success.)

B. Call her a cab to take her home, hopefully she’ll remember that her car is at the bar?

C. Suggestion? (Roll 1d20, 1-10 failure, 11-20 success)

>>368926

Could be fun

>>368894

<Gonna try!

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>369095

thunder knockers comes home with us and everyone passes out on the couch in a big cuddle puddle

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>369095

A

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>369168

forgot mah roll

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>369169

oh no

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>369095

A.Go home and make sure the weasel sleeps on the couch.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>369095

A

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>369095

>A. Convince the drunken raiju to go home with you and Frankie?

“No, really, Emma. You should come home with us.” David pleaded with her. She looked at him, her eyes drooping as she tried to process what he was saying before tossing all her belongings back into her purse.

“Alright… fine… but I got work in the mornin… you better get me back here to… get my car.” She replied, slowly crashing.

“Good enough for me,” David said, taking both Frankie and Emma out to his car. He prayed neither of them would vomit in it on the way home, putting both of them in the back seat.

To his surprise they both fell asleep on one another for the whole drive, which made things easy - that is, until they got back to his apartment and he had to physically drag them out of his car and half carry them up the stairs. Shit, this is harder than all the training I’ve done this week, David complained to himself, stumbling here and there. Who knew two dead weight drunks would be hard to carry up two flights of stairs? Finally they reached the second floor and got into his apartment. David quickly sat down on the couch and sighed, either of them on his side. He looked at the two, both of them shifting to better caress him and each other.

I need another drink, he mused, turning on the tv, keeping the volume low.

They each yawned, causing him to follow suit. Guess sleeping on the couch wouldn’t be so bad… David figured, yawning again. As if on cue the two of them leaned up against him, giving him no choice in the matter. Even drunk and asleep the two of them seemed to be duking it out in their own little worlds, which manifested themselves in squeezing him tightly around the ribs.

Damn, how do they still have that much energy, even asleep? Eventually, David drifted off into sleep as well, his head resting on top of Frankie’s with Emma’s under his, the noise from the tv easing him into the night.

“Wow, even when she’s up against a monster like Onignac, Silver Slam still manages to pull it out!” The first announcer revelled.

The kakuen in silver leaped up and locked her legs around the towering oni’s neck. She spun, throwing the blue giant to the mat with a loud thud.

She rolled off and stood, throwing both hands into the air to hype up the crowd. They cheered for her, which made the kakuen smile even more.

“Whoa, wait a minute… Reggie is she…?” Said the first announcer, pointing at Onignac. The blue oni was reaching under the ring skirt for something.

“Looks like she’s got hold of - oh my God!” He shouted.

“Haha! That’s right, Mitch! Onignac’s gonna level the playing field now!” The second announcer, Reggie quipped.

The oni stood and revealed a chair, stomping up behind Silver Slam Simian with a backswing.

CLACK! The metal connected, throwing the kakuen onto her hands and knees!

“Ohh, that’s gotta hurt!” Reggie announced, covering his eyes.

“Where’s the ref?” Mitch shouted indignantly, slamming his hands on the table.

CLACK! A downward swing slapped the chair against Silver Slam’s back side, shaking the floor. The crowd booed, the whole arena filled with shouts of anger and outrage.

“Looks like the ref’s got his own problems!” Reggie answered, pointing to the outside of the ring. Several different colors of oni wearing furs similar to Onignac’s outfit were crowding around the ref, ‘beating on him.’ One or two of them even ripped his shirt and threw it into a crowd of monsters.

“Oh my God, Onignac’s atomic alcoholics are kidnapping the ref!” Mitch hollered, watching as the monsters carried the ref off backstage.

“Well, I guess that’s it for him.” Reggie shrugged casually.

“Who’s gonna officiate this match now?” Asked Mitch.

Suddenly someone came running through the crowd, pushing their way to the middle of the arena, clearing the barrier.

“Oh, now what?” Mitch whimpered. “Is that…?”

“It is! It’s Verde Gigante and Chris Cruz!” Reggie answered excitedly. The giant ogre and her ‘handler’’ Chris jumped up to the ring, each rushing to the other wrestlers. Verde Gigante went for Onignac, who swung the chair at her. The ogre caught it with one hand and grabbed the her by the throat with the other.

“Oh my God, Onignac’s not getting out of this one!” Reggie conceded. Verde Gigante brought the oni’s face up to her faceless black and green mask, breathing heavily behind it before lifting her up for a chokeslam. The chair slid to the edge of the ring, Onignac stunned on the ground as Verde Gigante towered over her latest victim. There were several cheers from the crowd as the giant ogre stood silently, like a true beastial monstrosity. Meanwhile, Chris Cruz was slapping Silver Slam back to life, dragging her back to her feet, only to boot her over to the ogre. She wrapped an arm around the kakuen’s throat for a rest hold. At that the arena went silent.

<Doublepost!

Chris gave a nod to Verde who turned and pointed at the announcer’s table.

“Oh crap, I think she wants something, Mitch!” Reggie shouted.

“What does she want from us?” Mitch wailed, sweat pouring down his head.

“I think she wants your mic, man!” Replied Reggie, shoving Mitch.

“Give her yours!” Protested Mitch, shoving Reggie back.

“Just get up there you pansy!”

Mitch took one look at the ogre and winced. She took several steps closer to the ring’s edge, Silver Slam still in tow. She continued breathing heavily behind her faceless mask. Mitch reluctantly got up and hobbled over to the silent giant who was now holding a gloved hand out for him to place his mic into. He shivered a few times before complying, slapping the mic into her palm before quickly retreating back to the table.

Verde Gigante nodded once and turned, shaking the ring as she made her way back to Chris Cruz. She handed it to him and he grinned wildly. A howl escaped his lips, some of the crowd echoing him. “Looks like we got a couple of losers!” He jeered, pointing at Onignac on the ground before shoving his finger into Silver Slam’s face.

“You know what would help you two in a match? If you had a real man, like me!” He taunted, pointing a thumb back at himself. Silver Slam attempted to protest, struggling in Verde’s grip, but Chris tittered at her, putting a hand to her mouth. “I think it’s time you stopped monkeying around and signed up for Monster Mania, Silver Slam. Maybe you’ll actually win something, eh?” Chris said, turning to walk away. Before the kakuen could say anything, Verde picked her up with both arms and tossed her out of the ring with a grunt.

Now it was Onignac’s turn. Chris nudged her with his boot, smirking down at the oni. “How about you, Onignac? You want a chance to win? Maybe you should find yourself a partner?”

Onignac grumbled something, still face down on the mat.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear ya?” Chris said. The oni suddenly jumped up and attempted to uppercut him, but Chris was ready for her. He slapped her punch away and turned, grabbing her by the neck and dropping her with a stunner. Onignac fell, rolling onto her back.

Chris stood back up, picking the mic up again.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said, “I’d help ya, but I’m spoken for.”

The went wild, people throwing things, cheers and boos mixed in.

“Can you believe this guy?” Mitch said, grabbing hold of Reggie’s mic.

“Oh, I believe him alright. They just took out two of the toughest wrestlers on the roster, Mitch!” Reggie pointed out.

“You got two weeks to get in! Two weeks to get ready for Monster Mania, or two weeks to hang up those pretty leotards.” Chris announced. The arena lights faded to black for a moment, the crowd still screaming. When they came back on, the two had disappeared.

<Triplepost!

Morning came and David found himself still stuck between Frankie and Emma, who were sleeping soundly. The two of them seemed to have locked hands around him - was it some kinda instinctual thing or…?

No, it was definitely the wrestling he had left on last night. The tv was still humming away with reruns from MWE, an old match between Comrade Camille and up and coming wrestler Hemlock. Wow this IS old - by at least ten years.

“Alright ladies, it’s time to get up.” David announced, attempting to shake the two awake. Frankie grumbled and shifted while Emma just huffed and puffed happily in her own little dream world. They both released one another’s hands, so at least he could get up. David went to the kitchen, starting a fresh pot of coffee. Those two were gonna need it more than him with the hangovers they were in for. Not to mention Emma said she had work in the morning. Best to wake her up soon. After brewing two cups and mixing in some cream and sugar he took them back to the girls.

“What the hell…?” He whispered, coming back to the two of them fondling one another - they were still asleep by the looks of things. Were they… wrestling still? Or ‘wrestling?’

Should I enjoy this or should I wake them up and enjoy their reactions? David wondered, placing the two mugs on the coffee table. He went and stood behind the couch, watching the two around one another. Are they looking for me? He wondered.

He decided waking them now would be best - but waking them with a little teasing would be better. He reached down with each hand and pinched.

“OW, FUCKER!” Frankie hollered, her eyes popping open immediately.

Emma let out a strange moan, her eyes fluttering open slightly. When she saw an angry salamander in front of her, her eyes went wide. She began hyperventilating, the raiju trying to make sense of what was happening.

“Good morning, ladies!” Said David, putting a hand on either of their shoulders.

“G-good morning…” Emma said, calming down. She began rubbing her breast, wondering why it stung. David noticed and decided not to admit to his accident, not that either of them would believe it was an ‘accident’ in the first place.

“Hey, asshole, I was gettin’ some good sleep here!” Frankie complained, slapping his hand away.

“Oh, I know. You two were so cute, cuddling together like that, it breaks my heart to have to wake you - but she’s got work.” David said, pointing to Emma. The raiju rubbed her head for a moment before the statement clicked. “OMIGOD I HAVE WORK! WHAT TIME IS IT?” She hollered, jumping up from the couch. She quickly found the clock and shrieked.

“EIGHT THIRTY! I’M LATE!” Emma cried, “WHERE’S YOUR SHOWER?”

David, reacting quickly pointed her to the restroom, “It’s to the right! Clean towel’s in there! I’ll get the car started!” He said, grabbing his keys.

“Jesus, would you two keep it down? My damn head…” Frankie groaned, covering her head with a pillow.

David had the engine running, when Emma came out in no time flat. She hopped into the passenger seat, looking incredibly stressed out. “That was fast. You gonna be okay?” David dared to ask.

“DRIVE!” Emma ordered.

Say no more, David thought, pulling out of the lot faster than he had ever done.

They managed to get to the bar in record time, Emma practically jumping out of the car to get into hers. She already had her keys out, got in her car and sped off before David could even react.

Damn, she can really move when she needs to.

Hope she’s not in too much trouble… David thought, wondering if this was his fault. She hadn’t said what time work was, and he didn’t remember an alarm going off, but still, he felt like he could have done something to prevent this.

Maybe no more drinking for a while…

<Quadpost!

On his way back to his apartment, David picked up the mail for both him and Frankie. She had loaned him a key to her mailbox a while back, whether she actually trusted him that much or just was too lazy to get it herself sometimes was a mystery to him.

Taking it all he parked his car and marched up the stairs and back to his place, accidentally slamming the door on his way in.

“Ow! Damnit, David, you did that on purpose!” Frankie hollered from the couch.

“Coulda been.” He teased, tossing his keys on the table. He began to sift through the mail until something caught his eye. He ripped two letters open and stared at them long and hard, the silence in the room was deafening.

“What’re you lookin’ at?” Frankie grumbled, tromping over with a bag of ice to her head. When she saw the letters she dropped the ice to the floor with a thwack.

“Oh my God, David!” She began, grabbing him by the shoulders to brace herself.

David turned to her, a smile slowly spreading across his face. He stood up and took Frankie by the waist, spinning her around with a laugh.

“We did it, Frankie! We fuckin’ did it!” He cheered. Frankie threw her arms up and whooped along with him, her headache be damned. When David stopped spinning she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

The two letters sat on the table - forms with MWE on the top. In red and bold letters the words ‘Accepted’ were stamped on either paper alongside signatures from Jacob McLeary.

A. Read the instructions on the paper for the next step? It’s important to figure out what the next step is to becoming a pro wrestler!

B. Go tell Dulce the good news! She trained you hard for the last week or so, won’t she be proud?

C. You feel like a real celebration is in order before Frankie has to go to work tonight. Are you brave enough to solicit her for sex? (Roll 1d20, 1-5 failure, 6-20 success due to overwhelming mutual joy)

<Pick two, example: AC.

Character select: Emma, Dulce, Lexi(Hemlock)

>>369169

<It was going so well, too.

<The consequences of your actions have not yet been fully realized.

<As >>369171 said, prepare your anus and your heart.

>>369179

<Ah, I missed seeing your drawings! Don't worry, you're not stepping on any toes. I have a design for her but don't worry, wrestlers change their outfits all the time, right?

<As for your questions:

>How scripted is MWE?

MWE and by extension Monster Mania will be ‘scripted’ for the most part - but things can happen in and out of the ring that may be incorporated into the kayfabe.

>Since the monsters can take punishment do they leave the outcome up to the fighters a little bit? Or do they have storylines which need to be followed and the monsters just do their best to put on a good show?

Mostly storylines, it’s all entertainment so the less someone gets hurt the better.

>How are fights arranged? Are they scheduled by storyline or is there an element of an actual tournament?

[/spoiler]Scheduled storylines[/spoiler] that I may be making up on the fly [spoiler]Still, rolls will be taken into account for how well you perform/botch and how much you please the crowd etc.[/spoiler

>Do wrestlers get to choose if they're faces or heels?

They have a little say but in the end the owner (Jacob McLeary) makes the decision. We may have to roll for it!

>How seriously does MWE take kayfabe? Can Frankie and David hang out with Cannibal Hannah after work if they want to?

Kayfabe will probably be taken a little seriously. You probably won’t see your faces with your heels (unless there’s a work going on)

>Who is MWE's viewer demographic? Will the male team members be expected to display lots of sex appeal to keep monster girl fans glued to their TV sets?

<MWE wants to appeal to as many people as possible but their main viewership seems to be monstergirls. And yes to sex appeal.

>If they find out David and Frankie are an item will they play it up in a romantic storyline to pander to the fans?

<It could happen. Roll your dice well, anons!

>Are there "Fat dykes" or "NTR" heels for the fans to boo, similar to how WWF fans got to boo caricatures like the "Iranian Nationalist" Iron Sheik or "Snobby Rich Asshole" Ted DiBiase?

Hadn’t thought of it but it could also happen if /monster/ wants. I would personally absolutely hate writing those characters but I will suffer through it if you want real heels to hate. I already have a face-turn-heel that could be just that, although I will leave that up to you guys (or the dice)

>Will there be events which influence future die rolls? Say if Frankie chooses to specialize (see >>366663 ) will that make future rolls in her specialty more likely to succeed?

<Yes.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>369336

C, but snuggle super hard all day instead of actual sex and when frankie leaves for work, give her a kiss and then slap her on the ass because reasons

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>369336

A

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>369336

C.

Fill her up, so she's happy when she goes to work.

Lexi(Hemlock) manticore?

NO NTR or FAT DYKES

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>369336

A,Then

C. Celibrate by providing Frankie the man mayonnaise

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>369336

>Fug the Frankie

If that firelizard think she came hard before she's gonna flood the damn bed. They might pay for the drunken fucking with a hangover but that's a problem for future David and Frankie to worry about.

<Remember to choose a character guys!

>>369381

>forgets to character select

Fug. Going with Lexi because I don't feel like pushing my dice roll luck by picking electaweasel after that 15

>>369336

A then B.

Character Select: Lexi

Don't write anything you don't want to, that's a mood killer both ways. I was just curious. Cartoonishly over the top gimmick heels are the best anyway.

> prepare your anus and your heart

I am now in the bargaining stage of grief.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>369336

A,C, and Lexie.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>369336

C and lexi for kayfabe goodness.

Rolled 3, 10 = 13 (2d20)

>>369336

C, then B we have to make sure her tank is full before we tell the baphobeaner we are in.

David carried Frankie to the bedroom. By the time she even noticed he had already tossed her onto the bed.

“D-David!” Frankie exclaimed, hiding her face between her hands. Her tail whipped against the mattress, fire slowly rising on her backside. David grinned, climbing up from the bottom of the bed to crawl over Frankie. She turned away from him, still covering her face.

“Hey…” He whispered to her. “Hey, Frankie…”

David kissed her shoulder, the salamander gasping before David turned her onto her back.

Frankie stared up at him through her fingers, quietly waiting in anticipation for what he was going to do.

An idea popped into his head as he lifted up her shirt. “Frankie…” he whispered as he kissed her breast.

“Wha… what?” She moaned back, mesmerized by his touch.

“Don’t be afraid… just treat this like… wrestling.” He did his best to keep a straight face, but when he looked at Frankie there was a fire in her eyes. He could feel the heat radiating off her as she put her arms around him and spun, throwing him underneath her in one quick motion.

David didn’t even have time to think before he realized she had pinned him to the mattress, her hands holding his down.

Frankie’s expression had changed completely, now she was the one grinning down on him, like she had been waiting for him to say that since forever ago.

“Let’s get ready to rumble…” she hissed, showing her teeth. At once she tore his clothes off, ripping through his shorts like a - well, like a monster, revealing his manhood. It was unsurprisingly erect, whether or not it was out of fear now or lust or both it didn’t matter.

Frankie threw her shirt to the corner of the room and tore through her own shorts, unveiling her sopping snatch. David refrained from making a wet lizard joke, watching as Frankie straddled him and plunged down on top. She winced, sitting still for a moment, trying to hide her pain. David gave her hands a squeeze and she squeezed back in turn. If she wasn’t already hot, she certainly was now - there was an amazing warmth inside her. It was nothing like her usual heat. It was pleasant and felt like it breathed life into him, giving him strength.

Not that it mattered since Frankie pulled up and slammed herself back down, beginning her assault.

She lifted herself up and slapped herself back down in repetition, her legs plopping onto his with wet smacks.

David stared up at her, barely able to keep up with her rhythm. Frankie acted like a woman possessed; she leaned over, hanging her head over his as she shook her hips. David couldn’t just take this lying down, he drove himself up into her, finally getting into her rhythmic pumping.

It felt like an hour had already passed; by that time David had already climaxed several times, but Frankie was still going. He had even blacked out once or twice and still she would not release him.

All her pent up aggression and emotions over the years must all be pouring out. The salamander laid herself down on him, her heat spreading across his whole body. She wrapped her arms under his to press herself even harder against him. When David looked, the bottom half of the bed looked like God had sent the flood again.

Holy shit, he thought to himself, still unable to resist the salamander’s onslaught.

He attempted to get up, only for Frankie to push him back down, still instinctively mashing herself down on him.

“Damn it, Frankie!” David said, mustering all his strength. He somehow managed to flip her, throwing her on her back on the bed. She looked surprised but excitement was in her eyes, ready to see what her ‘opponent’ had in store for her.

David shoved himself back in, completely covering her with his larger body. Frankie squealed with joy, the idea of being dominated in this way seemed to be her thing, David guessed. Good enough for me, he thought, taking hold of her legs. This time it was his turn to pin her down! He pressed down on her, the expression on her face telling him he was reaching new depths she hadn’t felt before. He put her legs on his shoulders and leaned into her, forcing himself further into her. She let out a cry and at that moment David released everything he had left into her.

The two collapsed on top of one another, completely gassed.

“Alright Frankie… I think I’m… done for.” David admitted, huffing and puffing. The salamander laid her head on his chest, completely sprawled out.

“Yeah… I guess that’s good enough, for now.” She replied, finally satisfied. “More later, okay?”

“Do I have a choice?” David asked sarcastically. Frankie gave it a few seconds of thought before grinning at him.

“Mmmno.” She retorted, snuggling up to him. David fell asleep with Frankie in his arms, her warmth too comfortable for him to fight.

<Doublepost

After their nap the two of them came out to the front room.

“So what do we do next?” Frankie asked, sitting down at the table. She picked up her paper and waited for David, humming to herself happily.

David sat beside her, taking his paper and clearing his throat.

“Congratulations applicant, you have been selected for the tryouts for MWE’s latest brand Monster Mania! You will be assigned a temporary manager for one week to evaluate your ability in and out of the ring. But first they will have you make a promo for yourself to better sell the wrestler you want to be.

Don’t just be yourself, be your best self! Don’t know how to do a promo? Don’t worry, just look up the promo done by MWE heavyweight champion Lucile ‘Moonshine’ Dukes. It’s a classic! When doing your promo, try addressing her or another wrestler as your opponent! Because one day they could be!

Then tell us why you’re the best wrestler out there! Bonus points for the inclusion of your gimmicks whatever they may be! If you have a partner, make your promo with them to best sell your tag team! Monster Mania is primarily a tag team after all!”

After David finished reading the instructions and when and where to go he sighed.

“Wow. So it looks like we’ll be making our promos here pretty soon, huh.” He said, sitting back in his chair. It felt like a lot to take in. Frankie hummed curiously.

“How hard could it be to make a promo?” She asked, “We’ve seen dozens of them already, right? Let’s brainstorm, Star Storm!”

David nodded, putting his paper down on the table. Looks like we got our work cut out for us, David mused. When he looked at Frankie he felt a little lighter. Sure she had work, but they still had a few hours.

Well, it shouldn’t be too hard, we got each other, David thought, getting lost in Frankie’s smile.

Lexi rubbed her eyes as she sat at the table in the breakroom. Across from her was a man on the smaller side - well, compared to her. Between the two of them was a box of half eaten pizza from a local joint the man liked to frequent.

“Hey, so what’s gonna happen to me?” He asked after swallowing another bite of the pizza. Lexi shook her head. “I don’t know, but I’m not gonna let them split us up. If you go, I go.” She answered, taking a bite of her own slice. She stared at him as she chewed, studying his features - his smooth, clean-shaven face, his sharp eyes and long curly hair. I’d never have gotten this far without Clyde, Lexi thought to herself.

“You okay, Lex?” Clyde asked, putting down his pizza.

The manticore looked away for a moment before thinking of an answer.

“I just… I’m just a little homesick is all. I haven’t seen my cousin in forever - wonder how her kid’s doin’, y’know?”

It wasn’t really a lie, she did feel that way sometimes. Clyde smiled at her. “Why don’t ya give them a call? Facetime them or something, it’s been a while!” He encouraged her.

Lexi smiled, “Thanks, Clyde. I’ll give them a call later tonight.”

“Oh right, you got that promo to shoot later, doncha? Alright, let’s get this finished up and we’ll head on over.” He said, scarfing down his slice in a hurry. Lexi laughed, following suit.

The camera crew was already set up and waiting for Hemlock to show up. Lexi and Clyde arrived a little early to give the manticore time to get into character and add the finishing touches to her attire. A makeup artist began to work on her face, applying a black eyeliner to help with conceal her eyes. The mask she wore today was the usual black and neon green skull, along with her curly, blonde and professionally crafted wig that fit just right. It was still amazing to her how seamless it was. Maybe the mask helped?

Whatever it was, when presented with a mirror she adjusted her mask.

“You look good, Lex.” Clyde whispered to her, shooing the makeup artist away. “Here, go put this on.” He said, handing her a new sealed costume. “What’s this?” She asked, “New threads for Monster Mania?”

Clyde winked at her, “You got it, Lex.”

It didn’t take long for her to pull the straps up and step into the new suit. It was a black leotard with a line of sharp neon green teeth coming down from her shoulders and up from her abdomen. On her leg was the same bright pink leopard print as before, but this time she had the MWE logo with Monster Mania written in deep black.

She used her tail to zip up the back. Thankfully it was incredibly comfortable for her wings and tail in the back. Not bad.

<Triplepost

As soon as she came out it was time for the shoot. “This one’s gonna be for Monster Mania, Lex. You just defeated Hailey and got sworn in. Now you got your eyes set on the new champion title and you’re introducing your new partner.” Clyde explained, pointing at a fake wall. “Go!”

He gave her the thumbs up. Lexi looked down, hiding her face from the camera. Slowly she revealed Hemlock, her face screwed up in anger.

“Headhunter Hailey, you’re a disgrace. You know why you could never beat a world champion? Because you ain’t got what it takes! Maybe I beat you because I’m just stronger than you. Maybe it’s ‘cause I’m just better than you. Or maybe you just lost your head!

You… and Onignac… and Komodo and anybody else who thinks they got a chance against me, you best keep an Ipecac handy, because you’re on my list! Better yet, you best watch out for MY NEW PARTNER IPECAC!”

She looked to Clyde who gave her a thumbs up and pointed to the wall. Hemlock mimicked him, pointing to the wall. The camera turned and the wall burst open with plants of all kinds flying out. Green smoke billowed out through the hole and in the chaos a figure stepped out dressed in a similar outfit, only hers was all pink. Her skin was as green as Hemlock’s mask and a flower - an ipecac.

She took big strides over to Hemlock, getting in close for her introduction. “You know, Hemlock, I’ve been watching from the sidelines, and I gotta say, everything you said was true. Those other fools got no game! They’re so bad that I got to thinkin’.” Ipecac said, putting her hands on her hips.

“Oh yeah? What’re you thinkin’?” Hemlock asked, handing the mic to her.

“I think with the two of us working together, it’s a done deal. Everyone should just go home right now because we are going to win, and win, and win, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do about it! We’ll be the first and only champions of Monster Mania, I can promise you that.” The alraune announced, giving the mic back to Hemlock. The manticore bobbed her head, proud of her new partner’s boldness. She took in a sharp breath and continued.

“Ipecac and I, we’re gonna spill all of your guts on the mat and take the belt for ourselves! From this day forward, whether your in or out of Monster Mania, you’re all in for a world of hurt!”

The promo finished and Clyde looked ecstatic. He walked up to the two and clapped his hands around their shoulders, pulling them along.

“Ladies, you’ve really outdone yourselves, really!” He praised them.

The alraune shook her head, “Oh no, I hardly did anything, Hemlock’s the real talent.”

Clyde looked to Lexi who shrugged.

“Hey, don’t sell yourself short, lady, you did good for your first promo.” He reassured her.

She nodded and pulled out of his arm, turning to face them both. Holding out her hand, she looked at either of them.

“Well, I gotta get back to do some training,” she said. Clyde shook her hand first, then Lexi. “Care to join me?” She asked.

A Yeah, why not? Join her in some training, you and Clyde need to get to know her if you’re gonna be working together. Besides, you wanna know what she’s like in the ring.

B. You’ll pass, you gotta get a look at the roster to see the competition. All these new people are making your head spin.

<Hope this was worth waiting for!

<No rolls required this time around.

>>369813

a. Didnt get to be the best by being a jobber fuck

>>369813

A

>>369813

A

>>369813

>Telling a sally to treat sex like combat

How can David even walk right now?

A. Put some time in with your new partner. Not going to go in this unprepared so the more you know your tag team partner the better you're going to perform. The alarune seems chill so Lexi should make proper friends with her too.

>>369858

fugg forgot to refresh the thread pls no bulli

>>369811

L-lewd!

>>369813

A. And I agree with >>369819 :"make proper friends with her too". Maybe they can talk about how they want to portray their characters.

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>>369813

A. Join the ring boyo.

Would be understandable if your late or something, but your not, just get in that ring.

>>369813

A

Gotta get the ring chemistry right, otherwise it's botch city for you.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>370057

Frankie I want to see the after glow, B break a leather belt with the bulk muscle.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>370060

*bulb

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>370057

A, have to show Lexi what we're made of in the ring. Conveniently, whatever style Jasmine uses is going to end up being a good foil for Lexi's.

I swear to god if I don't roll a nat 20 I will rape your children codemonkey

>>370068

shit. forgot to pick someone. Emma the electaweasel plz

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>370057

A. Lets see what you can do, Brother!

and lets see what's up with the Electriweasel Emma.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>370057

A. Let's rough them up a little bit first, brother hh

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>370057

A, and Emma.

Lexi stepped into the ring, turning to face Jasmine who had followed her in. “Why don’t we square off for a few rounds? For real.” Lexi suggested. Jasmine nodded, readying herself.

“Okay, but I’m not gonna hold back.” She answered.

“I’ll stay out here and root for whoever wins,”

Clyde joked, staying on the outside. He watched the two get ready for their practice match, crossing his fingers. After some stretches they each took a corner. Now it was Hemlock and Ipecac in the ring.

Hemlock glared at her opponent, waiting for her to move. She was green - well, in more than one way, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t dangerous. In fact, she could be more dangerous being untrained…

The alraune remained still. She was testing her patience it seemed. Perhaps a poke would set her off? Hemlock inched forward, careful not to let her guard down. When she was close enough, she used her tail to jab at her foe. Ipecac quickly dodged, as if she had rehearsed this - but Hemlock was ready for that. She followed up with a leg sweep, catching the bipedal plant off guard. As she fell, Hemlock quickly grabbed her and with a twist, she tossed Ipecac across the ring. Ipecac bounced off the mat and got back onto her feet, ready for the next bout. It was impressive, but Hemlock wasn’t about to let up just yet, she charged forward, slamming into Ipecac, flattening her. When Hemlock bounced back from the ropes she was surprised to find the alraune back on her feet again, this time Ipecac landed a good clothesline on her, knocking Hemlock onto her back. The manticore was more shocked than hurt, but Ipecac came down with an elbow, knocking the wind out of her. “Oohh, that couldn’t have felt good.” Clyde called out.

Hemlock regained her breath and laughed - between the pain and the pleasant surprise of Ipecac’s competence, she couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re not bad.” She said, picking herself up. The alraune was still on top of her, fruitlessly trying to keep her down. “But that’s not gonna work on me,” Hemlock declared, grabbing her opponent under the leg and arm. In one quick motion she lifted Ipecac up and spun her upside down, hugging her tightly and spinning around in the middle of the ring.

Hemlock could hear her yelling profanities but she ignored it. She jumped, still spinning in the air as she fell, dropping back down with Ipecac’s head between her legs.

WHUMP!

The ring shook.

Another successful Toxic Drop. Hemlock shoved Ipecac forward onto her face and rolled herself backward. “How about that!” She shouted, getting hyped up. Ipecac didn’t respond, instead, lying there on the mat motionless. Hemlock raised her brow, “Hey, come on, quit playin’ around. You said you could bounce back from anything!” She laughed nervously. The plant said nothing. “Shit, CLYDE!” Lexi shouted, turning to their manager. He shook his head, pointing behind her. “Hey, hey! She’s not done yet!” He shouted. Hemlock felt someone grab her from behind in a bear hug.

“Jas!” Lexi shouted, turning her head to see that the alraune was perfectly fine - even a bit smug. “You shoulda seen your face!” She said, giggling to herself. “Well I didn’t expect you to sell during a practice match!” Lexi protested. “Looks like we both broke character then.” Replied Jasmine. She used all her strength to lift the manticore up and slam her with a german suplex. Even with all her weight the plant managed it somehow. “Wow! Your bridge is lookin’ great, Jas!” Clyde shouted.

“Oh, haha! Thanks!” Jasmine called back. She seemed to be stuck, unable to get out of her own move from what Lexi could tell. Lexi took the moment to fall back into her persona - Hemlock broke out of the hold with the combined strength of her arms and wings and roll onto her elbows, whipping Ipecac with the blunt of her tail on the way to her feet. “You know, you ought to give up now before you really get HURT,” Hemlock emphasized the word with a leg drop, landing it squarely on her opponent’s stomach.

Even Clyde winced at that. Time to take this home, Hemlock thought to herself. She turned herself over, lifting Ipecac’s leg with both arms for the pin.

“Can I get a three count, Clyde?” She hollered over.

“Sure thing, you got it! One!”

Slap!

“Two!”

Slap!

Ipecac struggled, but there was no way she was gonna kick out of this one, not with Hemlock’s full force on her gut.

“Three! Ding ding ding!” Clyde hollered. “Woo! Good match you two! Seriously, Jas, ya did real good for a practice match with the champ!”

Lexi got off of her counterpart and nodded. “Yeah, you had me going for a while, I thought for sure you were unstoppable.”

Jasmine looked a little burnt out. She sighed, picking herself up off the mat. She was about to protest when she saw that several other wrestlers were spectating. Komodo the lizard girl and her new partner, Onignac and even that new mummy heel among others. “Hey, good job newcomer! Standing up to the champ like that!” One of them said.

“You did great, kid! Can’t wait to have a match with ya!”

Everyone seemed to be impressed. Jasmine brushed herself off and smiled, bowing towards them. The others smiled back, giving her a round of applause before heading back to their respective rings.

“Keep at it, girl!” They called.

“Hey, thanks for the match.” Jasmine said, turning to face Lexi. The manticore shrugged, “Sure, anytime. Now that we got our blood pumping let’s go do some weights.” She replied, beckoning her to follow.

“You comin’ too, Clyde?” Jasmine asked, ducking under the ropes.

“Nah, I think I’ll get some work done now that you guys are set. You have another promo to do before your first match in a week or so. Gotta get all the official crap out of the way.” He replied. “I’ll be in the car.”

Lexi grabbed Jasmine’s arm and pulled her along.

“Come on, Jas. Let the man do his job, and we can do ours.”

Today was arms, Lexi’s favorite! The routine was simple - at least it was for her, do three sets, biceps, triceps and delts. Yeah, it was gonna hurt like a bitch later but working through that was a challenge she enjoyed. Even though she struggled, Jasmine was keeping up - several weights down from her, but still, baby steps. At least she wasn’t complaining, in fact she was getting pretty psyched about it all.

“Oh, man, I’ve kept myself in shape for a while but I never had time for this. I can’t wait to see the results!” She gushed, working the flyweight machine.

“Whoa, calm down there, it’s gonna take time for that,” said Lexi. “For now let’s focus on finishing up our workout.” She laughed.

After about an hour or two of arms, Lexi called it a day. Wouldn’t want to scare off the new talent with a four to five hour session, right?

As they walked through the gym they passed by another station. Jasmine stopped, looking at it curiously. “Tension belts, huh?” She asked. Lexi turned and shook her head. “I don’t really care for that stuff. I’d rather just lift weights, y’know?”

“Yeah, but look! They have one specially made for manticore tails!” Jasmine pointed out. “You hit hard with yours, imagine what you could do with it if you really worked it out!”

“Fine, fine, we’ll try it just this once.” Lexi grumbled. I don’t even know how this crap works, she thought to herself, attempting to pull the belt over her bulb. Jasmine assisted her, tightening the belt until it was snugly secured. This doesn’t really feel right, having my bulb restricted like this, but still, Lexi looked at her partner and considered showing off.

It wouldn’t hurt to try, right? The belt squeezed on her as she flexed, slowly opening under the strain of her muscles. Her face turned red as she tried her hardest to keep it open, only for it to snap shut, the ‘lips’ slapping hard against one another causing her to yelp. Jasmine laughed. “Well, maybe we can work on that over time, yeah?” She said, patting Lexi on the back. At least it was fun for one of us. Lexi hurried out the door trying to hide her embarrassment.

Her tail was still sensitive even after they had finished up the day. The limo pulled up and Clyde flung open the door.

“Man, that was a good work out!” Jasmine said, climbing in first. Lexi f

“I’m sorry, Miss Murphy, but I can’t let you in the building.” Ed, the security guy said, standing in front of the door.

“I don’t understand! I was only a few minutes late!” Emma protested, on the verge of tears. Ed shook his head and sighed, “It’s not because of that. I’m really sorry… they let you go this morning.” The words echoed in her ears like some kind of bad dream. First her bank account was frozen - some jackass had probably hacked her account or some shit doing who knows what, now she was fired from her only source of income and the worst part was she had no idea how she was going to pay rent next month.

“Didn’t you get the email?” Ed asked. But it didn’t matter, Emma was already dragging herself back to her car. The trudge back to the parking garage felt like nothing as her mind raced. When she finally did get back to her car, Emma could hardly open the door - it felt like all her energy was sapped upon hearing the news. The raiju slumped down in her car, completely defeated. “What am I gonna do?” She mumbled to herself, still fighting off the urge to cry. What about my wrestling career? Maybe there’s still hope? She thought, trying to shake off her melancholy. Her phone pinged with a message, drawing her attention to her purse. She lazily opened it and drew out the cell, looking at its face. A message from David and Frankie - a photo? A photo of their acceptance letter! Wow, that’s amazing! Maybe hers was waiting at her house? Maybe getting fired feels like bad luck now, but maybe my lucky shoes are setting me up for that wrestling gig!

Somehow she always managed to find a way to cheer up - it was scary to her at times, but in the end at least she could look on the bright side, right? Maybe everything will work out, like they always did? She always seemed to get by one way or another, today would be no different!

She started up her car, her resolve renewed. That job was crap anyway, so good riddance to bad memories!

There was bound to be a better life for her as a pro wrestling superstar doing something she loved alongside Frankie and David. Maybe she could afford to move to a better place, or buy her own house? Ha, no more paying rent - just regular house payments until eventually she would own the place. Or maybe not, who knows?

I sure don’t, she thought as her mind wandered to other things she’d do. The Shock Mistress, a wrestler strong enough to go up against Verde Gigante, no, Hemlock! She’d be the champ!

Her dreams stayed with her during the entire drive home. Sure enough her mailbox had its flag up. Maybe it would have a letter from MWE signed by Jacob McLeary? She parked in her driveway and made her way over, withdrawing the mail from inside. A lot of it was junk, bills and yes! There it was, a letter from MWE! She rushed into her house, excited to read it as soon as possible. She tore through the envelope, opening up the letter inside.

Dear Emma Murphy, it began. He excitement was growing, starting a tingling in her chest. She continued reading.

We regret to inform you that although you are an exceptional candidate we have filled our roster and will not be accepting applicants for some time.

Emma stared at the paper for a moment, reading and rereading the first part over and over again. Slowly her tingly feeling turned into a twisted knot of pain in her chest.

We will keep your application for future reference, but please feel free to reapply at any time.

This isn’t right, can’t be right! I was supposed to get in! Emma said, her throat growing sore. She tried to finish reading the paper, but her vision blurred and soon enough she could feel something dripping down onto her hands.

The tears had finally come - all of her hopes and dreams crushed in a single day with a single piece of paper. She couldn’t hold them back anymore - she wailed, stumbling into her room, still clutching the paper in her hands. She fell onto the floor, tripping over her own feet. She looked down, tearing off her shoes in a fit of desperation, hurling them at the far wall.

“IT’S YOUR FAULT! Y-YOU RUINED MY LIFE!” She shouted at them, crumpling the paper up in her fist. She pulled herself off the floor and slumped down onto her bed, crying into the sheets.

What the hell am I gonna do now?

No job.

No money.

Soon no home and now no future.

Emma cried for what felt like hours, sometimes silently trying to process everything, other times loudly blubbering to herself like a child who had been hurt so badly she couldn’t breathe. She laid in bed the entire time, staring up at the ceiling. The fear of never being able to see that ceiling again drew out more tears. What am I going to do, she found herself wondering over and over and over again.

“Just what the hell am I going to do?”

She had no one to turn to, no one. No family to speak of - at least none too reliable. No mother, no father, no siblings, all she had was some deadbeat cousin and her shitty parents she wanted nothing to do with.

She was too emotional to do anything, she recognized that much, but she had to do something! Anything!

A. Try calling Frankie and David. You’ve only known them for a week but they’re the only friends you’ve got. But what could they even do for you? (Write it out!)

B. Don’t call them, you don’t want to ruin their day. They got accepted, they’re probably celebrating.

C. Start your job search, you need to pull yourself together. You got yourself this far on your own, you can get yourself out of this mess, too.

D. You need time to recover from this emotional roller coaster you’ve gotten onto. You should probably just go to sleep and start the next day fresh.

E. Go to the gym. You don’t care that you look like an emotional wreck, you need to get out some aggression.

Pick two: (a or b and c or d or e)

>>369336

<It has begun.

<No rolls required!

>>370060

<I try to make things easier for ya and you do this to me.

>>370068

<Loli cyber kakuens are not for sexual.

<Tried implementing both A and B due to more A votes and the nat 1 B.

>>370496

>Lexi f

<I fucked up, here guys.

Lexi followed her in, taking her seat next to her once again.

“Lexi, what the hell?” She heard Clyde say, feeling a tug on her tail. When she turned she saw him pulling off the belt Jasmine had put on her. She had forgotten to take it off.

“Got a new accessory there, Lex?” He asked, holding it up for her. Her face turned red as she pulled her tail away.

“No, I uh… I’ll take it back inside.” She said, snatching it from him. As she walked back to the gym she could feel her bulb pulsing, making it awkward to move around.

Never again, she promised herself.

>>370500

B. These people are strangers for the most part. it isn't right to burden them.

C & E

Find a job ==AT THE GYM== .

Besides, I hear that they are a little shorthanded atm.

>>370500

A, and E

It's only right to let out friends know, and we gotta get jacked if we're gonna win the bum fights that will inevitably arrise.

>>370500

If going to the gym to turn one's life around worked for Cathy it sure as shit is going to do electaweaseal some good too. Option E to start.

Also need to start job hunting, because electaweasel needs to be not homeless. C for second choice, might as well ask around the gym. Open to Emma getting work at the gym if its there, they need the help like >>370526 said. EMMA DON'T FORGET TO WEAR YOUR LUCKY SHOES TO THE GYM PLZ

>>370536

>>370500

>we gotta get jacked baby

A and E, I agree with Booker T on this, we have to work it out with the few friends we have AND we have to work out

Emma went and got her cellphone, dragging herself back to her bed after looking for someone to call. Who could she even call? Frankie and David were probably celebrating their getting into MWE, so she didn’t want to ruin their day… but they were the only friends she had. It’s kind of pathetic when you think about it, she thought, putting herself down. She hardly even knew them and yet they were the best she had.

She had to at least try.

After dialing Frankie’s cell it rang for a while before going to voicemail. She couldn’t bring herself to leave a message, simply hanging up and staring at her phone for a few more moments. Frankie was most likely with David. Those two clearly had something going on between them, even she could see that - and well… she was herself, a clueless, clumsy stupid weasel.

Alright, Emma, beat yourself up later… just try David anyway.

It rang and eventually went to voicemail as well. Not much of a surprise. Like she initially thought, they were probably enjoying themselves in one way or another.

I can’t ruin their day… I gave it a try, now it’s time to move on, she told herself.

But what else could she do? She decided to at least text them both to call her later. Vague, not too urgent, didn’t want to worry them too much.

What else could she possibly do? She stared at her phone and decided to browse her photos. Maybe looking at old pictures she had would help get her mind off of things. It wasn’t her best idea but she didn’t care, she looked at them.

She saw random pictures she had taken of things like food at restaurants, pictures of funny looking cars on the road, this one time when she woke up with perfect hair, her in her corporate uniform at the local bank - the job she just lost. She somehow convinced someone to take the photo for her. Probably Ed, he was such a nice guy. It really hurt for him to be the one to tell her she was fired. That was so long ago and now it was over. She wiped away a few more tears before continuing on. He did say something about an email from them telling her why she was terminated but why bother looking? It was probably something about how horrible of a person she was or how she had made too many mistakes or - okay, enough Emma, she forced herself to move on.

Further down her archive she found an old photo of when she was younger, probably a young teenager. She was still hanging out with her cousin back then, the two of them were smiling at the camera with their faces pressed up against one another without a care in the world. Her and Tessa… they were best friends…

I told myself I’d never want to see her face again… but, here I am, wishing things could go back to the way they were - again… Emma reflected, sniffling. Was her cousin really a deadbeat or was that just something she told herself to justify being angry? Well now who’s the deadbeat? Fuck it, why should things have to be the way they are?

Tessa may have screwed up, but look at me, I’m no better. She looked through her contacts and found her number, she never could bring herself to delete it, just like how she kept all their photos. Tessa was always the one to get her out of the house and away from her horrid surrogate parents. She was a real go getter, took her out to play with the other kids and tried to involve her in anything she could. If anyone caused trouble for her Tessa would beat them up. She even tried to set her up with a boyfriend at the time to help build her confidence, but being Emma she screwed that up too. Emma thought back to all the things they would do together. Tessa had forced her to get into wrestling just to have something to share with her - I guess it made sense why I liked wrestling as much as I do… we would watch it every chance we got.

What happened to her?

Why did she have to join up with that damn gang of no good…

No, she knew why… Tessa’s parents - Emma’s surrogates… they were abusive.

They were the reason Tessa left. Tessa tried to get her to come with her, she practically begged her but Emma was too afraid. She felt betrayed after Tessa left, that feeling of bitterness growing inside her. But now that I think about it, if the roles had been reversed, then maybe I would have left, too, she considered. Maybe I could forgive her if there was anything to forgive… maybe we could go back to the way things were?

She decided to try. Calling Tessa… what’s the worst that could happen? The phone rang a few time before someone actually picked up, much to her surprise.

“… Hello?” A woman’s voice asked.

“… Tessa?” Emma forced out, trying not to sound too upset. A moment passed before they spoke up again, “Emma…? Is that you?” She heard them ask. It felt like a miracle that her number had remained the same even after all these years. Maybe she held onto the same hope as me?

“It’s me, Tessa… I-… uh…” Emma stuttered out. She wasn’t sure of what to say, or if she should just hang up now.

“Emma, I haven’t heard from you in a long time! I-I missed ya, y’know. But I just got so busy with everything and I couldn’t find the time… got a job working for a private security company but now I’m out of work and… well…” Tessa’s rambling slowed to a halt. “How are you?”

Emma swallowed a knot in her throat. It was just like Tessa to not care about how much time had passed. “I’m in a bad place, Tessa…” She managed to get out before the tears came back.

“I just lost my job and my account got frozen and - and… I have no one.” She said, the pain in her throat coming back. Tessa was silent a moment before clearing her throat.

“Where are you?” Tessa asked. “You still living in Saint Monica?”

Emma nodded to herself before answering, “Y-yeah… I live over in Evangrove by the old mall.”

“I’ll be over in like ten or so, okay?” Tessa said, “I’ll call you when I’m there.” Before Emma could even answer, her cousin had hung up. Did she even know how to get there?

Well, if she did Emma needed to clean herself up.

She probably looked a mess with all the crying. She washed herself up for a good while, just letting the shower wash away her worries. It helped a little.

After some time she dried herself off and got on some clean clothes. When she came back into her room she found her lucky shoes and sighed.

“Look… I’m sorry Lucky Shoes… it wasn’t your fault, it was mine. Can you forgive me?” She asked them. The shoes said nothing because - well, of course they didn’t. They were shoes! But even still she gasped and smiled, “Really? You’ll forgive me? Oh, thank you so much!” She said, hugging them. So what if it’s weird? It made her feel better.

She put her shoes on and gathered up her things, her purse and anything that might have fallen out of it in the ensuing fit she had. Pretty soon she heard someone pull up to her house and her phone began to ring. That must be her, she thought, picking up the phone.

“H-hey.” She answered.

“Heya, I’m outside your place, I think.” Tessa said. A moment later she honked her horn. Emma heard it in both her ears, wincing.

“Yup, you’re definitely here…” She said, opening up her front door.

“Heeyyy! There you are!” Tessa replied, hanging up the phone. To Emma’s surprise she was driving a nice, compact SUV. It was much better than the car she had. Where the hell did she get the money for that? She hoped she didn’t go into debt just to impress people with a fancy car.

No, Emma! Stop that, stop judging! She dropped everything to come see you.

Tessa opened the door and stepped out. Wow… she looked good.

She had kept her hair short but in a classy kinda way, blue as ever - just like Emma’s. She looked fit, too!

“Heyyy, Tessa. W-what have you been up to all these years?” She asked, standing awkwardly by her front door. Tessa said nothing, instead marching up to her and grabbing her by the shoulders. She pulled her into a hug, wrapping her arms around her back.

“I was so happy when you called me… I missed you so much.” Tessa said with more sincerity than Emma expected. Wow she’s strong, like, really strong, Emma thought. Her cousin’s hug was squeezing the life out of her, but she didn’t mind. It was something she didn’t know she needed.

“I… I missed you, too.” Emma admitted, relieved to finally say those words. She managed to hug her cousin back, trying to match her strength.

“Whoa, Emms, you’ve gotten really strong!” Tessa complimented, using that old nickname she had nearly forgotten. “So what have you been doing with yourself?”

“Oh… you know. Bouncing between jobs, just trying to get by.” Emma replied, finally released from her cousin’s embrace.

“I know whacha mean. Come on, let’s go inside!” Tessa said, putting her arm around her shoulder. Emma nodded, opening the door and leading her inside.

“Wow, nice place ya got here.” Said Tessa, wandering over to the front room, admiring all the wrestling paraphernalia Emma had collected over the years. Posters for special pay per views like MWE’s SOULED OUT and BLOOD GAMES, all kinds of MWE wrestler action figures kept in their boxes decorating her entertainment system, even a cardboard cutout of Hemlock that she got on sale online. Emma never really thought about it but her decor was strange… but not to Tessa. She looked like a kid in a candy store.

“Where the hell did you even get this one?” She asked, pulling an old action figure of Dumbelle the wrestling kejourou clown. “I can’t find this anywhere! Man! Dumbelle back when she was a face!” She exclaimed.

Emma smiled, pulling down another one. “Oh, yeah? Look at this one!” She said, shoving it in front of Dumbelle.

“IS THAT A MORTICIA AND PHIL ACTERY DOUBLE PACK?” Tessa shouted, bringing it up to her face.

“It is. Back when they made their first debut!” Emma said proudly.

“Your collection is way better than mine… Damn, girl, you’re awesome.” Tessa said, handing the two boxes back to her. Emma smiled, placing them back where they belonged.

“So, not that I’m not happy, but what’s up calling me out of the blue? You said you were in a bad place… but I could barely make out the stuff you were saying. Were you crying?” Asked Tessa, taking a seat on the couch.

Emma sighed, finding her own seat in her chair. “I’m… well, do you want the short story?”

“However you wanna tell it.” Her cousin replied.

“Alright.” Emma said, taking a deep breath. “I applied to join MWE, started going to the gym with some people and found out my bank account got frozen, then I was late to work and got fired, came home and got a letter from MWE - I got rejected and now I don’t know if I can pay my rent.”

Tessa blinked a few times, processing all the info Emma had just dumped onto her. She took a moment to think on it before taking a sharp breath.

“I know! You could come live with me! I got room for one more!” Tessa exclaimed, elated with the idea.

“Wait, what?” Emma said, dumbfounded.

“Yeah! Come live with me! It’ll be you, me and my girl Wendy!” Replied Tessa. Emma shook her head.

“I don’t know, Tess, I think I just need to find another job.” She protested.

“Well, alright, but my offer will be there! What places were you lookin’ at for work?”

Emma hadn’t really thought about it yet. Where the hell could she even work? She’d probably have to get at least two jobs to make up for the same pay as before…

“Why don’t you try out that gym you go to? You’re strong, I’m sure they could use someone like you!” Tessa suggest.

“I don’t know… that’s kinda-”

“Come on! Let’s go right now!” Tessa said, grabbing her hand and taking her outside.

“Wait, wait! Let me lock the door!” Emma panicked, pulling out her keys. After locking the door up Tessa was back to dragging her along, getting her into her SUV and driving off.

“So where is this place you been going to?” Her cousin asked, driving in no particular direction.

“Down by that Monster Burger.”

“Ah. That place.” Tessa said, her tone implying she knew something Emma didn’t.

“What, what’s wrong with it?” Asked Emma.

“Oh, nothing really. Use to be called Big Alp’s. I think he still runs the place.” She explained.

“Big Alp? Huh. I don’t remember seeing any alps.” Emma replied.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m sure it’s fine.” She said, pulling up to the next light. Emma shiften in her seat and cleared her throat.

“So who’s your friend? Wendy? What’s she like?” She asked, trying to sound casual.

“Oh, she’s a coworker of mine. Real strong, too, but she’s such a ditz. If you’re still clumsy you should see her, haha!” Tessa said, pulling up to the door to let Emma out.

Tessa rolled down her window and called out to her, “I’ll be waiting out here, alright?”

Emma nodded and sheepishly walked into the gym.

There was Dulce standing by the front desk with that one girl from the other day.

“I really appreciate you being here, Dulce…” the girl said behind the counter. “I’m still looking for someone to fill in for Tabby and Cathy. You’ve been a really big help.”

“Hey, no problem, Jefe. You want I should find someone to fill in?” Dulce asked, the girl hardly noticing her broken english. She was standing on the tips of her hooves staring over the counter when she glanced over and saw the raiju.

This is it, Emma!

Thank you, lucky shoes!

“I can fill the part!” She said, stepping up to the desk.

The girl looked over her glasses at her, studying her face. Dulce turned and raised a brow, but smiled upon recognizing her.

“Ohhh! You’re Emma, right?” The girl asked.

“That’s right.” Emma responded, holding out a hand. The girl took it and shook it vigorously. “Yeah, she could probably do it, Jefe! You shoulda seen her in the ring last week, she nearly clobbered the lagartija and her man!” Dulce said, slapping Emma on the back. She gave a small yelp but smiled.

“So what’s your forte? You got a routine or anything?” The girl asked, standing up from her chair. “Well, no, not really. I just really, really like wrestling.” Emma answered honestly.

“I could always get her up to speed, Jefe. It’d help us both out until the other two get back. She could help out all these newcomers comin’ in askin’ about lucha!” Dulce suggested. The ‘jefe,’ smiled. “Wrestling fan, huh? When can you start?”

A. Continue as Emma?

B. Character select: Frankie, David, Lexi.

C. Suggestion?

<Sorry for the wait guys!

>>370529

<You're awesome.

>>370526

>>370543

<You guys are also awesome.

<Great suggestions guys.

B.- David, we need to get our costume ready asap we don't want out first entrance to mirror the shockmaster.

>>370899

I keep forgetting to sage I apologize.

>>370861

Frankie Firelizard, and time to get started on the promo material proper. Since Frankie knows a little more than David she can help him with putting together a draft. Run the draft by Dulce and Emma after. Because of Dulce and Emma combine their experience and MWE autism when looking over things it's going to help David and Frankie out huge.

>>370928

>Because of

Because if. fug.

>>370861

> muh feels

A. I've got a fevah and the only prescription is more cute electro-weasels!

Also, I'm obviously totally biased here, but Big Alp did say that she was "looking for someone to fill in for Tabby AND Cathy"...

>>370860

> Used to be called Big Alp’s. I think he still runs the place

> he still runs the place

> he

Tessa confirmed /ourgirl/

Does Tessa know Big Alp and the gym crew? From >>364309

> Cupid had been completely dissolved, most of the members moving on or joining up with Sam, much to Alex’s surprise.

...

[Big Alp] wants to rebrand the place as Cabra Fuerte’s Lucha Libre? What the hell? Apparently there are a bunch of people showing up to the place now... Sam even shows up with Alex and her posse every now and again to work out and chit chat with the regulars.

>>370861

A.

Maybe Emma can help her cousin while her cousin helps her? Both of them could try for a job here. They both are pretty /fit/, so why not?

>>370861

A)

I'd like to see a confrontation between BA/Dulce and Tessa.

>>370861

A. This is far too interesting to break the pacing.

“So, you were in there a while, you decide to work out or something?” Tessa asked, a little annoyed as Emma got into the SUV. Emma smiled at her.

“I got the job.” She replied, still giddy from the turn of events.

“You did?! Wow that’s fantastic! How’d you manage that?” Tessa pressed her, her irritation melting away into excitement.

Emma nodded to her feet. “Lucky shoes.”

“Lucky shoes?” Tessa parroted.

“Lucky shoes.” Emma repeated, looking a little smug.

“Well that’s just… wow! When do you start?” Tessa grilled her.

“I start tomorrow!”

Tessa grabbed her shoulder and shook her.

“I’m proud of ya! I wish I could find a job that quickly.” She said, sounding a little envious.

“Hey, they’re looking for another person if you need work.” Emma suggested.

Tessa contemplated the idea, humming to herself. “Well, I kinda got this thing going on with one of my friends, but it’s not really panning out for me.”

Emma worked off her shoes and held them up for Tessa, who laughed in response.

“Yeah, yeah, alright! I’ll apply, go get me an application!” Tessa demanded. Emma quickly slipped her shoes back on and obliged, running inside to collect an app or two.

It didn’t take her long and soon enough she was back in the vehicle sitting pretty.

“Here ya go!” She said happily, holding them up for her cousin to see.

“Great. We can head back to my place to fill mine out.” Tessa said, putting the vehicle in gear.

“No way, you should totally just fill it out right now and go in there! We’re already here, why waste the gas?” Emma objected. Tessa groaned, rolling her neck in a tired fashion. “Alri-ight… gimme that!” She said, snatching one of the applications from Emma.

She found a pen in the center console and got to work. Tessa was quick to fill it out, handing it back to Emma.

“No way, you gotta go in yourself!” Emma said, pushing the paper back to Tessa. The two raiju stared at one another for a few moments before Emma coughed.

“I’ll go with you but you’re going in.” She offered.

“Deal.” Tessa accepted, unbuckling from her seat and heading out the door.

“Mr. Alp, this is my cousin, Tessa.” Emma introduced her, stepping aside.

Tessa came forward awkwardly, holding out her hand for a shake.

“Hi there!” She greeted. Big Alp looked her up and down and took her hand, shaking it vigorously. “Cousin, huh?”

“Oh, that’s not a problem, is it Mr. Alp?” Emma interjected, looking a little worried.

“I don’t really have a policy for relatives working together as long as you do your job. And just call me Big Alp, Emma.” She said cheerfully. She took Tessa’s application and looked over it, glancing back up at Tessa a few times.

“You worked for Night Watch Security?” She asked flatly. Tessa nodded, “For a while, but not anymore. They just up and left town and took my job with them.”

“Yeah, so I heard. Some kinda fiasco or something I hear?” Big Alp asked.

“Yeah something like that. Company didn’t want to take responsibility for a lot of hiccups on their part I heard.” Tessa explained, looking a little disappointed.

“Well anyway, haven’t I seen you with Sam and her friends?” Big Alp asked, her attitude back to her cheery self.

“Oh yeah, she drags us all over the place sometimes. Her and her boyfriend or fiance or whatever they are now. Haven’t seen her for a minute.” Answered the raiju.

“Yeah, I heard they were gonna get married in September. Must be busy with all the planning.” Big Alp guessed. “So you guys just hang out?”

“We’re trying to make our own company right now… but I can’t really talk about that.” Tessa answered curtly.

“Gotcha. So, you got any experience with people?”

Tessa hesitated but decided to shake her head. “I haven’t done a lot of actual customer service for some time, but I’m sure I can pick it back up no problem!”

Big Alp nodded, “Alright, alright. You wanna come in tomorrow with Emma and see how that goes?”

Tessa looked to Emma who was nodding with so much energy she looked like she had the shakes.

“Yeah that sounds good!” Tessa replied. They shook hands and took their leave.

“See ya tomorrow Mr.- oh, I mean Big Alp!” Emma said, walking out with her cousin.

<Doublepost!

“So?” Emma prompted her as they drove to her place. Tessa nodded silently, mulling over a few things from the looks of it.

“We’re going to your place right?” Emma asked, watching the buildings roll by on the road.

“Yup. Wendy should be home, too, so you’ll get to meet her.” She answered. “We’ll be there in about five minutes or so.”

Tessa turned on the radio and began tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, matching the timing of the song.

Emma sat back and listened, letting time go by as they made their way about the city.

Tessa pulled into a gated community. Hitting a button hanging on the sun visor, the gate opened and they drove through.

Emma watched as they circled around several buildings and stopped at the third one. It was one of those condos with four ‘houses’ attached to one another.

“Home, sweet home!” Tessa announced, taking out her keys. She got out and Emma followed, the two of them making their way up the sidewalk.

“Wow, how’d you score one of these?” Asked Emma, admiring the exterior. It looked to be just the four homes, each with their own upstairs. Couldn’t be cheap living here, Emma figured.

“Well, I got a lot of money saved up from over the years. Plus, Wendy is REALLY good at hoarding cash.” Said Tessa, leading the way to her house.

“What does Wendy do?” Emma couldn’t help but ask.

“You know… I have no idea. She use to work with me at that Night Watch Security company, but we’re both out of a job there. Oh!” Tessa stopped and turned to Emma, putting both hands on her shoulders.

“I’m gonna give you a fair warning… Wendy’s a little… uh… different.” She began.

“Different how?” Emma inquired, giving her cousin a worried look.

“Uh… well… you’ll figure it out right away.” She said, putting her keys in the lock. Emma could hear something thumping around inside at the sound of the lock turning. Did they have a pet?

As soon as the door was unlocked it swung inward and there before them was a large, scaled girl with a sad expression on her face. Her hair was a deep red, whether it was dyed or natural was up for debate, this coming from a naturally blue electric weasel. Her clothes consisted of a summer dress that came down to her ankles, or so Emma thought. She must have really tiny feet. She was sniffling and on the verge of tears.

“Tessa! You w-were gone for longer than you… said you’d be!” She whimpered, her big clawed hands coming up to rub her eyes.

“Wendy! I told you I was going to see my cousin! She just came along-“

“Whoa! Who’s that? She looks just like you!” Wendy gasped, her sad demeanor clearing up in favor of a curious expression. Tessa turned back at Emma and shrugged. Wendy came forward and looked Emma up and down before nodding. “You must be… Tessa’s double!”

“Tessa’s dou- what?” Emma said, unsure of what was happening. Tessa stifled a giggle, pushing Wendy back inside.

“She’s my cousin, you goof!”

“Ohhhh! That explains a lot.” Wendy said, slithering back inside. Wait… she slithered. Emma did a double take and it hit her.

Oh my God she’s rooming with a wurm. Everything was beginning to make sense… if that was even possible.

I thought I was a ditz. Compared to wurms… well. Let’s not be mean, Emma decided, following the two inside.

<Triplepost!

At the end of the day, David had picked up Frankie from work and brought her back to his place. They hadn’t really come up with anything for the promo just yet, but now was the time to brainstorm.

“So, what are we gonna do?” David asked, looking over the instructions again. “We don’t really have costumes.” Frankie was scratching her head, trying to come up with a game plan. The wheels in her mind turned for a few more minutes before she got an idea.

“Hey, that doesn’t matter! We got a ring!” She exclaimed.

“We do?” Asked David, putting down the letter. Frankie nodded, grinning.

“We go to the gym, we get someone to hold the camera and we do our promo! You got a computer, maybe we can edit it and make it look real good!” She said, laying out her plan. David considered it for a moment then smiled. “Yeah that would work. We can just throw together some crap for costumes, so all we need now is a script and a target, right?”

“Right.” Frankie affirmed, resting an arm on the table. That was the next problem. Who do they pick? As an up-and-comer it was kind of intimidating to have the example target be that heavyweight champion holstaur, Lucile ‘Moonshine’ Dukes. It was surprising to see that she was still wrestling, but after Hemlock had dethroned her she made it a point to take back the belt.

“Hey… there’s an idea.” Frankie thought aloud.

“What? You got something?” David asked, leaning in closer.

“Yeah, so you know how it says Lucile or another wrestler? Why don’t we go for broke? Instead of challenging a former champion why don’t we challenge the current one?” Frankie suggested.

David shook his head in disbelief. “You want to challenge Hemlock?”

“Yeah, why not? It’s not like she’ll ever see it, right? It’s just a practice promo to show them what we’re made of!”

David rubbed his eyes and thought it over. It sounded a little crazy, but she was right. This is the spirit of wrestling. Even if they didn’t stand a chance against Hemlock the whole point was to show they had the guts to talk smack. Still, they really didn’t stand a chance…

“You know she has a partner now, right?” He asked. Frankie shrugged. “Yeah, so? Some alraune named Ipecac, right?”

“She looks pretty tough,” David added. The salamander didn’t budge.

“I could take her.” She said as a matter of fact. David nodded, giving her a doubtful stare. It was received with a punch to his shoulder.

“Alright, fine! You wanna challenge them then how do we go about it?” David asked, rubbing his arm. That was gonna be a bruise tomorrow for sure.

Frankie thought about it a little more before answering, “We should just talk smack, you know? Hemlock’s the reigning champion of MWE for w few year, so what, now she needs a partner to hack it?” She said, crossing her arms.

“Oooh, that’s good!” Said David, “Or how about her partner? Her name’s Ipecac, is that cuz she blows chunks?”

“We’ll have to work on that but that’s the right idea!” Frankie said, slapping a hand on the table.

They thought and thought about it before the two of them looked at each other and smiled.

“I got it.” They said in unison.

<Quadpost!

“You two sure you wanna do it like this?” Dulce asked, holding their phone camera for them.

“Just do it!” Frankie hissed.

The two of them were wearing tossed together costumes. Frankie wore a white body glove shirt that conformed to her curves and showed off some of her muscles, while David was dressed in a hoodie with a cheap wrestler mask he bought from a store.

“Look, I’m real happy you two got in but I don’t get what we're doing here. What part of wrestling is this?” The goat protested.

“Literally all of it, Baphne! Now do it!” Answered David.

Dulce shook her head and sighed.

“Okay… go!” She said.

“Hemlock, Ipecac, we’re calling you out!” Frankie started, pointing at the camera threateningly. David followed her and crossed his arms, glaring into the lens.

“You act like you’re so good, but really you’re as toxic as your names,” David said.

“Hemlock, you’ve been poisoning the minds of the fans for years with the same old routine, you never seem to lose!” Frankie follows up.

“People might think, ‘oh, it’s because she’s the best,’ right?” David posed the question.

“Eennhh, wrong! It’s because you’ve been rigging your matches! You’re so bad at wrestling you pay your opponents off, get them to throw the fight!” Frankie accused her would-be opponent.

“And if that doesn’t work, you cheat where you can!” David added.

“Well now the whole world’s gonna see your true colors, because now you need someone to help you climb up the ladder!” Frankie taunted.

“And what’s her name? Ipecac? Really? You should change your name to that because you both make me want to puke!” David said, getting up in the face of the camera. Dulce backed up a little, shaking from an attempt to hide her laughter.

David ignored it, pointing back at Frankie.

“If you think you even stand a chance against the two of us in Monster Mania then you got another thing coming!” David shouted.

Frankie roared, gripping her body glove and ripping it open to reveal a shirt with the American flag, her tail flaring up behind her.

“Because WE ARE THE FREEDOM FIGHTERS!” She shouted. David grabbed the camera from Dulce and ran back to get both of their faces in the frame. “AND WE’RE COMING FOR YOU!” They shouted in unison, contorting their faces to look as mean as possible.

Dulce couldn’t hold it back anymore and broke into laughter. “Ay dios mio, you two are loco!” She said between breaths.

“Come on, Baphne! That was good, wasn’t it?” David protested. She shrugged.

“You two aren’t any more ridiculous than the ‘pros,’ so I guess you’re on the right track.”

After that the baphomet walked away, busying herself with someone else who wanted ‘real training.’ David and Frankie stood in the ring watching and rewatching the short promo.

“Well I thought we were awesome!” Frankie said, holding out a hand for a high five.

David obliged, cracking the air with their slap. “Yeah, I thought so, too!”

“Needs work,” someone said, coming up behind them. “But I like your spirit, kids.” They had a thick Eastern European accent from what they could tell. When the two of them turned to see a tall and pale woman dressed in sweatpants, a hoodie and sunglasses standing in the ring with them. She had a sour expression on her face like she had just smelled something awful.

“You two have been accepted into MWE, yes?” She asked, standing over them by at least a head. “Well?”

The two looked at each other for a moment before slowly nodding their heads. The woman nodded with them, her face still twisted in a scowl. “Then you would like some tips, yes?”

Frankie slowly nodded again, giving David a confused look. He shrugged.

“Okay, tip number one, quit now before you get yourselves hurt.” She said, turning and walking away.

“What the hell did you just say?!” Frankie shouted. The woman turned, unimpressed. “Was I not clear? You are amateurs, you will get hurt, go home.” She doubled down, standing firmly. Frankie lurched forward, but David grabbed onto her, holding her back. “No, Frankie, it’s not worth it!” He grunted, struggling with her. “We train, we get good, we make her eat those words by winning.”

A. David’s right, this albino nobody ain’t worth getting mad over. Ignore her and go back to what you were doing.

B. Something about her just pisses you off. You want to challenge her to a fight in the ring. One v one, right here, right now.

<Sorry it took me so long to post guys. Had a really shitty work week /blogpost.

<I decided to combine the votes this time around to get some more writing in. Hope you guys don't mind!

>>370932

possibly. Still mulling it over.She would definitely recognize Cathy and Tabby, though whether or not they are friends or foes still is up in the air

>>371455

>1vs1 me fgt

>>371455

MORE writing?! How could you? Fuck man, this isn't what I signed on for!

but yeah, good stuff, the promo was silly like a greenhorn's would be, a bit of newbie cringe, and vaguely threatening. In short, its your average wrestling promo. perfectly serviable for off the street new guys.

Also B

The salamander knows a challenge when she hears one and Frankie may not know jack about swordplay, but she is a salamander and will not back down from a challenge, especially with her husband being a part of the barb against her.

>>371455

>Challenging Frankie

B because lmao fuck it. And when Frankie wins we're going to get this weirdo to spill what they know since they're so keen on telling us not to join. Worst case being that she's a bitter washed up wrestler, but she might know something that can give David and Frankie advance knowledge.

>Big alp and Tessa

These two are going to have a chat. Something along the lines of Tessa telling Big alp Emma's an innocent electaweasel, and that she doesn't know about what the night watch security actually did. If /monster/ wants Tessa to work here that's fine, but last thing we need is for Emma to follow in her cousin's footsteps because she needs to pay the bills.

“Yeah? Why’re you walkin’ away then? You, me, one on one in the ring!” Frankie shouted. David shook his head.

“Frankie, come on, we got better things-“

“VERY WELL!” The woman responded turning around. She now had a wild grin on her face, like she had gotten what she wanted. David cursed under his breath, knowing she had played to Frankie’s emotions, but Frankie wouldn’t give a damn. She just wanted to prove her wrong and he knew it. The pale woman took a corner of the ring and waited, crossing her arms and tapping her foot impatiently. David let go of Frankie, who’s flames were burning brighter than before. This wasn’t anything new, but he knew her… fiery personality would prove harmful in the future if they couldn’t control it. Frankie took her place on the opposite side of the ring, David getting out and waiting on the turnbuckle by her.

“You sure you wanna do this?” David asked her. Frankie nodded, ready for anything. She stared straight ahead into the pale woman, her eyes narrowing. “I’m gonna wipe that smug look off her face.” She growled in a low voice.

“What is wrong? Having second thoughts?” The pale woman taunted in that thick accent of hers. Frankie was raring to go, but she hesitated, looking back at David. He sighed, if I’m gonna be her partner I need to have her back no matter what we do.

“Go get her, Monica!” He said, patting her shoulder. She nodded and got into a guard, advancing to the center of the ring. The pale woman followed suit, not bothering to take off her hood or sunglasses, which irked Frankie a little.

I know what I’ll be aiming for, she thought to herself, circling around her opponent.

“Come on, this is not boxing, come at me!” The pale woman shouted. Frankie obliged, rushing her, only for the woman to dodge around her and land a kick to her backside.

“Pathetic! You are like mindless bull, rushing in with no plan!” She chided Frankie. The salamander growled, rushing her again. She dodged to the side and met with Frankie’s tail. The salamander used it to slap back with surprising success. The pale woman laughed, backing off a few paces. “Better!”

The woman came forward, thrusting her arms at Frankie. She caught them, pushing back against her.

“Good, good! But how would you handle this?” She said, breaking free from Frankie's grip. She dropped low and tackled Frankie to the ground with such speed her head was spinning. Soon enough she was out of breath too, when the pale woman did a leg drop on her.

“That cannot be all you have, come on!” Her foe taunted. She was a lot tougher than Frankie had thought. It was obvious that she was a wrestler at some point. Frankie picked herself up and readied herself for another bout.

“Good!” The pale woman said, pulling down her hoodie. She had platinum blonde hair tied up in a bun, but she quickly released it, letting it fall against her back.

“But can you recover from this?”

She came straight at Frankie, the salamander punching straight at her. The pale woman spun, her long hair blocking Frankie’s vision. Wait… this move… this is…! Frankie felt a kick at her side, but she knew it was coming. She caught it and took her opponent down to the ground with a follow up elbow to her gut.

Somehow the pale woman shoved her off and managed to get back onto her feet. “Well, you are not so bad, salamander.” She said, taking a few more paces back, giving her a wide berth. “I’ll let you give it up here and now if you wish.”

“Ha. Sure, you’re just scared ‘cause I know how you fight, isn’t that right, Comrade Camille?” Frankie taunted.

“What?” Said David, shocked at the revelation. “That’s Comrade Camille?”

“I wasn’t sure at first since no one’s really seen or heard from her in a while, but I recognize that move anywhere. That was the Iron Curtain!” Frankie reaffirmed, pointing at the pale woman.

The retired wrestler laughed, throwing her sunglasses off to the side.

“It was not much of a disguise,” She shrugged. “But it worked for some time. You’ve done well, for a beginner, but it’s going to take a lot more than that to go up against me! You should take my advice and quit now!” She said, pulling off her hoodie to reveal her lean and muscular body.

To both Frankie and David’s surprise her face said she was going on her forties but her body was still in her early twenties.

Still, Frankie thought, I can still take on this ex-wrestling wight!

A. Continue the fight? It’d do wonders for your ego if you beat Comrade Camille! (Roll 1d20, 1-10 failure, 11-20 success)

B. Stop now, while you’re on par with the retired wrestler. She may still have a few tricks, plus there are other things you gotta do today.

>>371466

<You get a shortpost today.

>>371534

>Big Alp and Tessa

<We'll see where that goes together.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>371710

And I forgot to roll

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>371707

A

>Nat 1 again.

<I'm gonna officially add something to the voting rules:

<Everyone else can still roll A for an attempted nat 20 to offset the nat 1, OR for a safer route vote more B to offset the A votes. (Say maybe 3-5 more Bs than As?)

<Or, we can grow some balls and just stick to our guns and deal with the nat 1.

<What do you guys think?

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>371707

>>371722

Rolling a natty 20 for A

>>371722

I think we should wait until after voting is locked to roll. It just seems metagamey to change our choice to avoid a critfail.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>371707

Rolling for a

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>371707

A. Make her humble !