/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

The arena was filled to the bleachers, the audience chattering amongst themselves about tonight’s events. How was it going to play out? Who would come out on top? Some played with all manner of lights in the dark, glow sticks, phones, lighters. Others were performing chants for or against just about every wrestler while still more were holding up signs with nonsensical phrases like, ‘Lucy’s thighs are an 8.9 on the richter scale!’

Or, ‘Chris Cruz and his potato will win!’

Fire flickered off the screens of the jumbotrons, giving a gentle red glow off the great silver letters of MWE hanging over the foggy stage. The stage lights cut beams through the fog to meet the dark blues and purples of the unlit arena. There came the ringing of a church bell, deep and resounding, followed by the fires rising on the screens. The crowds cheered all together, filling the arena with thousands of voices.

“The world has been watching - waiting for someone to step up to the challenge. You’ve gathered here to see warriors from all walks of life work with or against one another to stand their ground against an opponent stronger than anyone you’ve ever seen!

Last week an ultimatum was given to the MWE: win here or forever lose to darkness. Tonight will decide the fate of the world at this year's first MONSTER MANIA!”

The screen faded as the arena was filled with more cheering before the two announcers appeared on the jumbotron.

“Welcome to Monster Mania, I’m Mitch!”

“And I’m Reggie. We’ll be your hosts tonight, God willing it won’t be our last.” The two announcers introduced themselves.

“Well, Reggie, it’s been a good run hosting for MWE for the past fifteen or twenty years. Blood Games, Souled Out and now this. Just who is this Temet the Timeless and what gives her the right to hold the world hostage?”

“I got nothing, but you know Mitch, I’m actually feeling pretty good about tonight myself.” Reggie continued.

“Oh, why’s that, Reg?” Asked Mitch, turning to his co-host.

“Because if we win we get to live and I’ll go on to become the richest man in the world-“

“Don’t tell me you bet everything you had on this-“

“And if we lose… well then suddenly it won’t be our problem anymore.” Reggie answered.

“I’d rather not think about that, so instead why don’t we get a roll call of tonight’s competitors?” Mitch suggested, directing people’s attention to the big screen.

With that, the MWE logo streamed across the jumbotrons revealing the back halls of the arena.

Faces of wrestlers old and new flashed across the screen as a familiar song played.

The faces stopped when it came to Silver Slam Simian and her new partner Goldenboy.

“Yeah, we’re ready! You see everyone else going for raw muscle, yeah? Well what use is it if you can’t even touch us? All these other wrestlers got their heads in the clouds! We’re here to show them there’s always… ALWAYS a silver lining! A Silver Slam lining!” The kakuen laughed.

“We’re gonna take care of this Temet lady!” She continued. “And the silence to follow… will be golden!” Goldenboy added while they both posed for the camera. MWE rolled across the screen to show the next set of wrestlers, this time it was Verde Gigante and Chris Cruz.

“You don’t understand.” Chris started, “Verde here? She hurts people. You ever hear of Cougar Clutch? No? Probably because Verde ENDED her career!” He laughed. “Hemlock? Hemlock’s a chump! She won the Blood Games because she got lucky! Verde was too tired kickin’ everyone’s asses that she got the drop on ‘er! Well now I’m here to make sure that don’t happen!”

He turned to Verde whose eyes were wide behind the holes of her faceless, green mask. She looked down at him silently, speaking only with those white orbs like some kind of predator.

He grinned and reached up, slapping her on the back. “You’re beautiful, big green! Don’t you worry about that mean ol’ mummy or that mantic-whore! I got everything taken care of.”

Another transition, this time to Onignac and her little man Gimlet screaming at the camera.

“WE’RE HERE TO PUT AN END TO YOU, CRUZ!” They both shouted.

“Oh yeah, you think you’re hotshots? Think you can come into our match and spit fire like some kinda hardass?” Onignac questioned the camera as though it was Cruz himself.

“Oh, you’re gonna feel a burning in your chest after we hit you with our Jäger Bomb!” Gimlet continued.

Onignac let out a howl.

“We’re gonna put you and your beast Verde down like the animals you are! Who gives a damn about that rag wearing wannabe pharaoh? It’s you we’re after, to hell with this world!” She declared, jamming a finger into the lens.

Next was fan favorite minotaur Moonshine with her partner Rawhide, both wearing flashy cowhide outfits with matching cowboy hats. The crowds cheered when they came onto the screen.

The minotaur laughed, her sizeable breasts shaking with her chuckling.

“Hahahaha! You guys actually believe any of these losers can win? They’re all so weak! They must’ve forgotten that you gotta be strong, like me and Rawhide here!” She said, flexing her arms. Rawhide bumped up against her, mimicking her flexing, the two’s raw strength on full display.

“Yeah, we’ll take those belts, we’ll save the world, and we’ll knock a few heads while we’re at it!” Rawhide hollered. “There ain’t nothin’ stoppin’ us from taking those belts, and when we do, you’ll be sorry if you ever crossed us!” The two turned to each other and slapped their hands together, their muscles bulging as they arm wrestled.

Next up were two newcomers, a sahuagin and a devil who barely came up to five feet.

The camera zoomed in too close to the little devil’s face.

“UP YOURS, SAINT MONICA! HAHAHAHA!” She hollered on the screen. The crowds booed and hurled insults as she pulled the camera over to an equally short sahuagin.

“You all sit there on your asses thinking everything is gonna be okay if you just let losers like your precious Lucille, Hemlock or hell even Dumbelle come to the rescue. Well that ain’t how it works! See, Baracuda and Devilray, we’re your best bet! Isn’t that right, Baracuda?” The devil asked, pointing the camera at the sahuagin. She remained silent, simply staring at the camera.

“Ya see, we’re the top dogs, we’re gonna take those belts and we’re gonna shove ‘em up your ugly ass! That’s right, shove ‘em up your ugly ass! Remember, it ain’t the size, it’s how you use it!”

The screen faded out again before going back to the backstage hallway.

The camera turned to a red headed wurm slithering up to the wrestler Cannibal Hannah and the large, red masked man she had teamed up with simply called ‘Meatgrinder.’

“Cannibal Hannah, tonight you’re up against none other than Morticia, who remains undefeated. Pretty tough break for a first match, any ideas how you’re gonna deal with her?” The wurm asked.

“Well, Wendy, I’m glad you asked!” The ghoul grinned a toothy grin. She slapped a hand on her large partner’s chest, causing him to let out a beast-like grunt. “See, I got a new secret weapon here, isn’t that right Meatgrinder?”

Meatgrinder let out several heaving breaths and nodded.

“Meatgrinder?” The wurm asked, looking worried at the man before her.

“That’s right, Meatgrinder! Would you like a demonstration?” Hannah asked with a smirk.

Wendy nodded feverishly. “Would I!”

The large man’s attention snapped onto her almost immediately and he grabbed her under the arms. With a quick toss, he sent her crashing into a pile of boxes full of packing peanuts.

“That’s how we’re gonna handle Morticia!” Hannah laughed. Meatgrinder joined in as the wurm picked herself up with a smile.

“That’s awesome! Well, good luck you two!” Wendy said, brushing the dust off herself. She slithered away, leaving the two wrestlers with the wind taken out of their sails.

“Are you okay Wendy?” Mitch asked.

Wendy looked at the camera and smiled, “Oh yeah, I just feel bad for Morticia! Let’s go see how she’s doing!”

“Now that’s dedication, Mitch. You should try to be more like Wendy.” Reggie elbow him.

“You should try being less like Cannibal Hannah.” Quipped Mitch.

The wurm turned the corner and the hallway became comically dark. Many of the audience began cheering or laughing as the tall, black figure of Morticia seemed to appear before Wendy in a puff of smoke.

The wurm shrieked, but quickly attempted to regain her composure.

“M-M-Morticia! You seem… ready for tonight! What’s your plan to deal with the competition?”

The lich’s gaze cut through her long, white hair and met Wendy’s, her cold dead eyes betraying nothing as she scowled.

“Competition? This is merely my slaughterhouse… and this…” She gestured behind her, the smoke clearing up just enough to reveal yet another large figure. A man built like a rock, his gut pure muscle and his arms like logs, but his most defining feature was his skin. It was nearly as pale as the lich herself.

“This is my butcher. My new and improved Phil Actery!”

“Haha… H-he looks like he’s been hitting the weights! What kind of juice does he drink?” Wendy asked, still trying to keep the interview going.

“Phil Actery maintains this form by consuming the souls of the damned…” Morticia paused, staring straight at Wendy, “And the innocent.”

She announced to the world, laughing as the smoke billowed in again, swallowing what little light was left in the hall.

“Th-thank you for letting me interview you!” Wendy whimpered, now on full retreat out of the hallway, the camera hastily following her in an attempt to keep up. When it turned the corner she was already out the door.

“I think she made the right call, Reg. When you’re talking to the queen of the underworld you better watch your step.” Said Mitch.

“Well she’s not the only queen of the underworld anymore, so I wonder how she’ll compare to Temet.” Replied Reggie.

“Maybe we’ll get lucky and she’ll dethrone her?” Mitch suggested with a hopeful tone.

“Yeah and maybe they’ll just kill each other's undead asses.” Reggie shot back.

“Either way it’s gonna be one hell of a match if they make it that far.”

“Y’know I was thinkin’ Reg.” Mitch began.

“Oh no, here we go.” Reggie groaned.

“No, seriously! It’s just nice to see all this new blood with the old, don’t ya think? We’re not even halfway through the roster!” Said Mitch.

“Forget about that! It looks like the first round is gonna be starting here soon! Is that - it is!”

The arena erupted with fire as Cannibal Hannah and her Meatgrinder took the stage, swaggering down the runway.

Their theme song played on as the two soaked up all the booing and the hate from the crowd, whether it be from their fans who loved to play along or people who genuinely hated their guts. Hannah herself was loving it, her usual shit eating grin plastered on her face while Meatgrinder just followed her obediently.

“Wow, they’re really basking in all the heat here,” Mitch observed. Reggie laughed.

“Hey, when you get to be a contender for Monster Mania you’ll take all the attention you can get!”

“Think she can beat Morticia?” Mitch asked.

Before Reggie could answer Wendy appeared and took a seat next to the two.

“Remember Mitch, Hannah put several wrestlers through the wringer including Silver Slam and even Hemlock at one point. If anyone can beat Morticia it’s gotta be her!” The wurm stated.

The two wrestlers were now inside the ring circling around it to face the crowd. When the ref came up with a mic in hand the ghoul snatched it away from him and laughed.

“Look at all these losers!” She pointed to the audience.

“You all think you deserve to be saved from this mummy freak? Well… we’ll consider it if you all bow down and beg for it! Ha, yeah right. Maybe we’ll just join her!”

She was met with even more boos, gradually lifting up her arms as though she was listening to beautiful music. She looked to Meatgrinder who laughed strangely alongside her.

“Well I hope Morticia wins!” Reggie butted in, “She’s so strong already maybe she can defeat Temet? What do you think Wendy?”

“We don’t know a whole lot about Temet the Timeless, but we do know about Morticia. All she needs to do is get stronger and that’s exactly what she’s going to do!” Answered Wendy.

“How does she plan on doing that?” Mitch asked.

Reggie cleared his throat, “Probably by stealing the souls of her opponents.”

“W-well, haha, I’m glad she didn’t just… pluck mine out during our interview!” Wendy added. “Oh, here she comes!”

The stage lights flickered before going out. A drum was beating in the darkness until the song reached its zenith; the stage lit up with fire and the jumbotron displayed a burning pyre, two people slowly rising up out of the flames.

Onto the stage the two burst out, the tall and dark Morticia wearing her black overcoat and wide brimmed hat and Phil Actery, the muscle bound masked freak following beside her.

There was a mix of cheering and booing as the two began their ‘death march’ towards the ring. Morticia tossed her overcoat and hat at the announcer’s table, causing Wendy to stifle a squeal. The lich’s pale muscles were on display now.

When they entered the ring both teams immediately began bumping chests. The excitement from the crowds soared as the four wrestlers got up in each other’s faces.

“Looks like Hannah’s trying to size herself up against Morticia!” Said Mitch.

“Yeah, too bad that lich has at least a full head over her!” Reggie added.

“Size isn’t everything, Reg!” Wendy retorted, “Here comes the ref! Let’s hope he can get this match going!”

By some feat no short of a miracle the ref managed to point either team to their corners. Mitch let out a sigh of relief while Reggie turned to their new wurm counterpart.

“So, Wendy, you’ve seen a few matches in your time I hear. Who’s your money on? How’s this gonna go?”

The wurm smiled and put a claw to her chin.

“Well Reg, this match could go either way, honestly, but if I were to put money on it…”

<Write your answer, throw in a few suggestions if you like and roll 1d20 to determine the winner!

<Highest roll wins, nat 1 is a botch, suggested moves or anything you’d like to see in the ring (or outside) are fair play.

<Anything you suggest with a roll will probably make it into the fight as long as it loosely fits the characters. (A majority of them can be up to your interpretation)

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>380204

>not betting on Morticia and Phil Actery

it might be a match where the ghoul plays dirty with a conveniently located chair and/or breaking of the announcer's table but Morticia shall remain undefeated

<Bumping for more votes!

<One more day before I start writing again!

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>380204

Rolling for Cannibal Hannah

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>380204

Glad you're back.

Rolling for Morticia victory.

Requesting ankle lock by Phil Actery and tender comforting of losing teamate by tag partner.

>>380234

Maybe I missed something but when did Wendy get a job as interviewer?

>>380335

Imma just roll with it. Wendy got the job because reasons.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>380202

>UP YOURS, SAINT MONICA!

>and we’re gonna shove ‘em up your ugly ass! That’s right, shove ‘em up your ugly ass!

I'm reminded of Big Bill Hell's car dealership. I like these girls already.

>>380203

Wendy is adorable! Wyrms are treasures!

>>380204

Rolling for Morticia and Phil Actery!

“My money would be on Hannah.” Wendy said as a matter of fact.

Both Mitch and Reggie looked at her sideways.

“Hannah?” They both asked in disbelief.

“It’s just this feeling I get, you know?” The wurm replied.

“Nevermind, they’re starting!” Mitch quipped.

The bell rang and out in the middle came both Cannibal Hannah and Morticia with their partners hanging on the ropes.

The lich reached down to grab the ghoul by the shoulders, but Hannah grappled with her, the two of them locking hands instead. Morticia twisted and whipped the ghoul into a run, bouncing her off the ropes. As she came back the undead undertaker snatched her by the throat and threw her onto her back.

“Ooooh, a chokeslam right off the bat! that looked like it hurt!” Reggie jeered. “Whacha think of that, Wendy? Still think Hannah’s got a chance?”

“Yeah, I do!” Wendy retorted, “Look!”

The ghoul in red quickly recovered, jumping up to headbutt Morticia, sending her reeling back in pain. There was Hannah with her iconic grin, licking her lips before pressing the advantage. She gave Morticia a right hook, knocking her back again before quickly bolted around the lich. She deliver a swift tackle to her rear, pushing Morticia towards the ropes where Meatgrinder was waiting.

“Wow, she’s really giving Morticia a run for her money!” Mitch said, nudging Reggie. Reggie glanced over to scowl at Wendy, who was smiling smugly back at him.

“See, Reg? She’s a tough cookie!”

Morticia lurched forward several steps, but quickly caught herself, bracing against the ghoul as she tried to snap out of her daze. The revenant sorcerer twisted and wrapped an arm around her opponent’s head, leaping and pulling Hannah along with her, a roar escaping her mouth as they flew through the air. She landed on her rear with Hannah’s face planted firmly onto the mat.

“Oh! That’s some facebuster Morticia pulled!” Reggie shouted. “Whatcha gotta say about that, Wendy?”

It was the wurm’s turn to pout again.

Hannah clutched her face in pain, rolling from side to side before Morticia picked her up and lifted her over her head. She wound up for the throw, tossing Hannah straight up to come crashing back down.

Everyone held their breath as the ghoul twisted in the air and somehow managed to land back on her feet with that same grin. Just as quickly as it happened, she leapt up and gave the lich a drop kick to her chest, throwing her stumbling back into the ropes where Meatgrinder was waiting.

“Whoa. Did you see that Reg?” Asked Mitch.

“I did, I just can’t believe it!” He replied.

Wendy’s smile was back, “I told ya size didn’t matter!” She cheered.

Meatgrinder managed to wrap his arms around the lich’s, pinning her against the ropes while Hannah came barreling through with another tackle to Morticia’s gut, knocking the wind out of her.

The crowd ‘oooh’d’ and ‘awww’d’, reacting to the painful display of violence.

It didn’t end there, as Hannah forced Morticia under her arm while Meatgrinder dropped down and grabbed her by the boots. The two flipped the lich up for Hannah to slam her head onto the mat.

“Ooh! A DDT, Reg! You see that?!” Wendy shouted, throwing her arms up into the air, her tail whapping the other announcers’ chairs.

Both Hannah and Meatgrinder took the opportunity to bait the crowd, many people cheering for them to their surprise.

Her partner climbed back up to the ropes and lifted her up with one arm as they both raised their hands into the air.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding, Wendy!” Said Mitch.

“Told ya!” The wurm replied.

“She better not celebrate too early!” Reggie warned. Soon enough, Morticia was back on her feet and marching towards the two. She grabbed onto Hannah and wrenched her out of her partner’s embrace, throwing her to the mat. Morticia followed it up by grabbing Meatgrinder himself under either arm, twisting and tossing him into the ring with all of her might.

He flew up and landed right next to Hannah, the two of them completely bewildered at the turn of events.

The crowd was roaring now, as the two turned over to see both Morticia and Phil Actery in the ring marching towards them from either direction.

“This ain’t looking good, Wendy! You wanna reconsider your bet?” Reggie offered.

“N-no! I’m gonna stand by Hannah and Meatgrinder ‘til the end!” The wurm protested.

“Yeah, Reg, lay off! So what if it looks like Morticia and Phil are about to give them their last rites!” Said Mitch indignantly.

The lich and her monster of a man closed in on Cannibal Hannah and Meatgrinder. They each grabbed their opponent and locked their heads under their legs.

<Doublepost!

“Are they going for-” Mitch began.

“They are! A double powerbomb!” Reggie interjected.

Both Hannah and Meatgrinder were lifted up into the air and slammed back down onto the mat by their backs. It left either of them gasping for air with their opponents raising their arms up to the audience now chanting their praises.

“Wow, Hannah is just hurtin’! Look at them! They don’t stand a chance!” Reggie laughed.

Wendy frowned, “Don’t give up on them just yet.”

“I donno, Wendy, I think Reg is right!” Mitch added, pointing back at the ring.

“Hey, wait, where’d Hannah go?”

The ghoul had slipped under the ropes and was looking for something under the skirt of the ring.

“Is she? Oh my god she is!” Mitch shouted.

“She’s got a chair!”

Meatgrinder crawled over to the side of the ring by Hannah, the ghoul tossing it up to him while grabbing one of her own.

The audience turned on them, filling the arena with booes as the two wrestlers rushed for Morticia and Phil, slamming each of them with the metal folding chairs.

CLACK!

CLACK!

Down they both went, meeting the mat with a thud. Before the ref could react Meatgrinder was on him, chasing him away with his chair while Hannah stomped on the other two.

After the ref jumped out of the ring, Meatgrinder came back and went to work immediately, grabbing hold of the hulking Phil Actery.

“Can you fly, Philip?” Hannah shouted, taking hold of his legs. Both her and her partner swung him back and forth, building momentum.

“What are they gonna do with him?” Wendy asked.

“Oh no… they wouldn’t.” Mitch whimpered.

“They would! Move it! Oh SHI-!”

Fwoom!

CRASH!

They hurled Phil over the ropes and out onto the announcer’s table, the mass of muscles crushing it and the equipment on top of it. He nearly toppled Mitch and Reggie, stopped only by Wendy’s strong arms and tail.

“Oh my gosh! Phil! Are you okay? Can you move? Can I get an autograph?” The wurm asked, shaking the poor guy.

“Looks like he’s out of it!” Mitch said, standing up with Reggie.

“You’re right, Mitch!”

The two shrugged and pushed over both Phil and what was left of the table much to Wendy’s shock.

“That just leaves you, Morticia!” Hannah declared, pointing at the lich.

Morticia’s lips curled into a twisted smile. “I’ll be more than enough.”

“Can she do that? Take on two opponents?” Asked Mitch.

“The ref is giving them the okay!” Reggie said.

Meatgrinder rushed her, only to get clotheslined to the mat. Before Hannah could rush over she was grabbed from behind, muscular arms wrapping around her in a bearhug.

“Wow! Phil’s already back at ‘em! You don’t mess around with Phil Actery!” Reggie laughed, to Wendy’s dismay.

<Triplepost!

The towering lich dropped an elbow into Meatgrinder’s leg. She was quick to get back on her feet, running to the ropes to dive back onto him again.

Morticia looked up and laughed at Hannah’s reactions, her cries and roars of anger. The lich stood up, this time she had a hold of Meatgrinder’s ankle between both hands. “How would you like me to end his career prematurely?” She taunted, giving her victim’s foot a twist. The man let out a howl of pain, rearing up for a moment before Morticia pulled him back. The crowd changed their stance again, booing the lich’s rotten display.

“This doesn’t look good for Hannah!” Mitch called out.

“It looks like Meatgrinder’s been put in the meatgrinder,” added Reggie.

“No! Come on Hannah!” Wendy cried.

A chant went out through the crowd for the two, building up as Hannah struggled in Phil Actery’s arms. Suddenly she leaned forward, slamming her head back into his.

His grip loosened enough for her to break out and grab him by the straps of his costume, tossing him over her shoulder with all her strength.

THWUMP!

He hit the mat hard, Hannah following up by jumping and slamming her fist into his face knocking him out.

Morticia was taken aback, dropping the ghoul’s partner only to pick him back up again by the neck.

“Wow, never expected that!” Said Mitch.

“I don’t think Morticia was either, was she Reggie?” Wendy jabbed.

“Okay, who in their right mind thought she could pull that off?” Reggie retorted.

“Me! I knew she could do it!” The wurm stated proudly.

Reggie rolled his eyes. “Don’t celebrate yet, Morticia’s still got ahold of your precious meatslab and she’s looking desperate!”

“Meatgrinder.” Wendy corrected him. “And who cares about that? Look!”

Hannah laughed, instead going for the pin on Phil Actery.

The ref began counting.

One!

Two!

Morticia swore, throwing Meatgrinder at the ref, stopping him from counting. The arena was filled with booes as Morticia knocked Hannah off her partner.

“IT’S NOT OVER YET!” She bellowed, lifting the ghoul up with both arms and slamming her back down.

“She’s not gonna let this end!” Said Mitch.

Hannah attempted to pick herself up, only to get a swift kick to her side. Before she knew it Morticia was on her, putting her in an armbar.

Either the pain was real or she was really good at selling it.

“Is Hannah gonna submit?” Mitch wondered.

“No way! She can’t back down now! Not after coming this far!” Wendy protested.

“She’s nowhere near the rope! She’s gonna throw the match!” Reggie laughed.

“Wait! What’s that?” Mitch pointed to the other side of the ring.

“Meatgrinder! He’s gonna pin Phil!”

Hannah’s partner managed to crawl his way over, pulling himself on top of his opponent. The ref hurried over to start counting when Morticia roared with anger.

Before she could break off of the armbar, Hannah grabbed her, holding onto her legs.

“No way, bitch… this win is ours!” She said with a forced grin.

The ref had already started counting, all the viewers joining in.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding ding ding, the bell rang out, marking the end of the match.

“Woo-oo!” Wendy cheered, leaping up from the remains of the announcer’s table.

The crowd was roaring with excitement, people tossing anything they could get a hold of, hats, shirts, signs, food.

“I can’t believe it! I just can’t believe it! Morticia has only been defeated once before and now beaten by Cannibal Hannah?” Mitch announced, hamming it up. “Oh my God, I just… this is unbelievable!”

“Yeah, well, you better believe it, brother!” Wendy shouted, throwing her mic off with another cheer.

“What’s the matter Reggie? Speechless?” Mitch asked.

“Aw, shaddup, Mitch!”

<Quadpost!

Hannah and her partner came to the backstage wrapped in each other's arms, attempting to keep one another standing. They hobbled in away from the crowds, the camera following behind them.

“Wow, so you actually won, huh?” Said Hemlock, waiting in the back hall with Ipecac.

“Yeah, we did. You better watch yourself, Hemlock! No telling what can happen now that we have partners!” The ghoul smirked, giving her partner a squeeze on the arm.

Hemlock narrowed her eyes at them both, moving out of the way. The two passed, both of them flipping the others the bird. “The same goes for you!” She shot back.

“Yeah!” Ipecac added, returning the gesture. “We’re gonna take those belts and kick your asses doin’ it!”

The ghoul laughed as she and her partner rounded the corner, the jumbotron fading to black.

“Wow, did you see that, Frankie? That’s one hell of a match to follow up.” David said, wiping sweat off his forehead.

“Don’t worry, we got this! Still, I can’t believe Emma and Tessa are gonna be a surprise match!” Said Frankie, slapping him on the back.

“Any idea when they go on?” He asked.

“No… that’s why it’s a surprise!” She answered, adjusting her new suit. It was perfect, exactly what she had in mind. Form fitting, flexible and flaming hot! David’s didn’t look too bad either. Actually it was downright sexy to her, but she wasn’t going to say that… not here anyway. Not with the chance of there being a camera on them at all times during Monster Mania. Still, these suits were amazing. Whoever that devil Alyssa got to make these things they were hands down the best.

David looked at her, as if to say he knew what she was thinking.

“Maybe they’ll let us take these home tonight?” He suggested with a grin. Okay, he definitely knew.

“Shaddup, dummy! We got a match to do and we don’t need you popping a tent live in our first match!” She scolded him, grabbing him by the straps.

“Ooh, careful, I like it when you get all tough. Do you remember your lines?” Asked David, still grinning ear to ear.

“Oh, I remember. You just put on your mask and do your part.” She replied, pulling him down for a quick smooch. “That’s for luck. Now come on!”

They left their dressing room and immediately came out into the back hall where the cameras were already leading them through. The crewmen were directing them as best as they could, but there was hardly any need. The last few weeks - no, not weeks, YEARS - had prepared them both for this day! Today they would fulfill their dreams, and their first stepping stone matchup was against…

Roll 1d20

1-5: Headhunter Hailey and Abra Cadaver

6-10: Silver Slam Simian and Goldenboy

11-15: Notre Dom and Victor Hugo

16-20: Baracuda and Devilray

<Trying something new for some more chance and variety in the voting just to see how this goes.

<I've realized that some of our wrestlers don't have actual songs, so if you'd like to suggest some, here's a list:

>Cannibal Hannah/Meatgrinder

>Silver Slam/Goldenboy

>Notre Dom/Victor Hugo

>Lucile Dukes/Rawhide

>Onignac/Gimlet

>Komodo/Hiroaki

>Verde/Chris Cruz

<I've pretty much got the rest covered. If you want to, you can roll/vote on those too if you want to make your choice of music definitive to those wrestlers.

<If you're rolling this and voting for who Frankie and David are wrestling first, just roll 2d20, the first roll for the actual vote, second for the theme song for the tag team you chose.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>380828

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>380828

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>380828

rollan for team

<Bumping for votes again!

<So far Headhunter Hailey and Abra Cadaver are the opponents, leading with 1 roll!

<Gonna give it either til the end of today or tomorrow to start writing!

>>380929

<Good choice. So far you're winning by default if no one else rolls on that.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>380828

This is the first thing that comes to mind for Moonshine and Rawhide.

The music blared with it’s guitar and drums, kicking up as a dullahan took the stage.

“Who is that?” Reggie asked, raising a brow.

“It’s Headhunter Hailey!” Wendy cheered, jumping up from the makeshift announcer’s table - a simple long folding table.

“What’s that she’s carrying? Is that a body bag?” Mitch asked. “Where’s her partner?”

The ‘headless’ wrestler strolled down the ramp, carrying her head in one hand and the body bag in the other.

She hoisted it up onto the stage and rolled in. When the ref came up to her to check the bag she shoved him away, taking a microphone he was conveniently carrying.

“Some of you may be wondering, ‘Hailey, what’s in the bag?’ Or, ‘Hailey, don’t you know this is a tag team match?’ Yeah, so what? I don’t need another wrestler for these two wannabes, I got everything I need right here!” She patted the body bag, turning around to face the other half of the arena.

“These so called ‘Freedom Fighters’ are more like freeloaders. They caught a ride on McLeary’s great name and the MWE brand and now I’m gonna put them down before they can dig their claws into it!”

“Wow, that’s McLeary’s hitman for ya!” Reggie laughed. “Straight to the point!”

“Wendy, why don’t we see how the newbies respond?” Asked Mitch. “Wendy?” He said, turning to find the wurm was gone.

“Already ahead of ya, Mitch!” She answered from the jumbotron. She was backstage again, mic in hand.

The camera followed her as she slithered around the corner and caught the two newcomers strutting towards her.

“I’m back stage right now with the up and coming wrestlers Monica Flare and Star Storm! Miss Flare, Mr. Storm, Headhunter Hailey thinks you don’t have what it takes to be real wrestlers! What do you think?” The wurm asked, shoving the mic into their faces.

Monica Flare scoffed, “Ha, ‘don’t have what it takes?’ Oh please! We have as much chance to win as anyone!”

“Ha, especially when compared to her! When’s the last time she won a title? I think Hailey’s head ain’t screwed on right!” Star Storm added.

“You’re right! I don’t think she’s ever won one!” Replied Wendy with a chuckle. “So, what makes you think you guys have a shot?”

“We’ve been going at this for years, waiting for a chance!” Monica answered, “Training physically and mentally to get ourselves into top shape! We were taught by the best of the best and now that we’re here we’re not just gonna let anybody walk all over us!”

“Hailey says we’re catching a ride on McLeary’s name? That’s all she’s ever done! You know what I think, Wendy?” Star Storm said with a grin.

“What’s that, Mr. Storm?” Wendy asked, putting the mic closer to him.

“I think Hailey’s scared that we’re gonna take her down a peg and pass her up like all the rest!”

The two wrestlers began hooting and hollering, kicking and punching random boxes and other things in the hall while the wurm watched.

“Wow! Well, I’ll be cheering you on!” Wendy replied, the camera fading to black.

<Doublepost

Monica Flare and Star Storm followed the wurm until they got to the edge of the stage. “Good luck you two!” Wendy called to them as she disappeared through a side door, heading back to the announcer’s table. Monica was shaking a little, anxious about how their first live performance was going to go. Their music started up as the arena lights faded. Before she could go on, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Star Storm gave her a shake and smiled. “Hey, whatever happens out there… we’re living our dream.” He reassured her. She smiled back, “Yeah… let’s do our best!”

The two of them walked onto the stage, stopping when the lights hit them. They both began their flexing, smiling ear to ear. When the song reached it’s chorus the stage lit up with fireworks on either side of them, a fiery glow reflecting off of their uniforms.

We look great! Frankie thought as she saw both David and herself up on the jumbotron. No time for that, though! She was Monica Flare now!

The two of them approached the ring, Star Storm lifting the ropes for her as she entered. They both took to the opposite side of the ring, crossing their arms as they stared down the dullahan with the mic.

Hailey scowled as the ref stole the mic back from her and took it over to Monica. She took hold of it and gave the ref a thumbs up, much to his surprise.

“Hailey! You’re makin’ a mistake thinkin’ you can take us both on by yourself!” She declared, pacing about her side of the ring. “But you know what, that’s fine!” She looked out into the crowds of people watching her, making her heart race. One last line before the real fight begins, Frankie! She told herself.

“If you wanna lose in front of all these people that badly, then we’ll just have to give you what you want!” She called out, dropping the mic. There was a surprising amount of cheers from the crowd, more than she had expected. Still, Monica managed to keep a straight face as the ref grabbed the mic and took his place.

She glanced over to Star Storm, who was climbing out to the edge of the ring. He smiled back, giving her a thumbs up. This was it! This was going to be their first match together as real wrestlers!

Ding ding!

What do they do first? (Roll 1d20)

<We're gonna do a few short posts this time around since this is Frankie and David's match! Make sure to write what you would like to happen or any other suggestions such as dialogue or random events!

>>381055

<Good roll!

<Special thanks to friend for pic related

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>381192

David is gonna hang back and keep an eye on that suspicious bag. Frankie's gonna go head to head

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>381192

>>381214

This but Star Storm does something like vid related to the body bag.

Monica Flare turned back, ready for anything. She wasn’t ready for a head to come flying towards her and hit her square in the face. Hailey had thrown her own head, bouncing it off of Monica’s and catching it again as her body rushed in for a follow up. A one, two punch to the gut forced Monica to hunch over. The pain felt as real as ever. Were these pulled punches or not? Monica could hear the announcers saying something, but she couldn’t make it out with the blood pounding in her ears. Yeah, it’s painful, but… this is nothing compared to what I’ve been through! She snapped out of it, lunging forward to grab hold of the dullahan under the leg and shoulder. The salamander hoisted her opponent over her head and in one quick twisting motion brought her back down on her knee, much to the delight of the crowd. She eased up a little as not to hurt her too badly, but even so the force of the blow threw the headless heel’s head away from her.

She used this opportunity to knock the body down, taking hold of her arms and rolling onto her back to put her into a hold.

“Oh my God, is that a-” Mitch started, but was pushed aside by Wendy.

“IS THAT A SALAMANDER SURFBOARD?” She shouted.

Salamander Surfboard? Were they just making things up? They didn’t really have any signature moves, maybe that’s how it worked? Monica forced herself to keep a straight face, if that’s what they want to call this move then by all means. The crowd cheered as Hailey’s disembodied head shouted pained profanities, the body struggling to break out.

She’s surprisingly strong, Monica thought, straining herself to keep the hold on her.

There was nothing she could do, Hailey’s arms wrenched themselves out of the hold, slamming her shoulders into Monica’s chest before rolling away.

“Ha! That’s it, Hailey! Show them who’s boss!” Reggie cheered.

“Looks like Monica’s not gonna take that lying down!” Called out Mitch as the salamander picked herself up in a flash of fire from her tail.

“I’m sure Hailey’s just toying with her like she does with everyone!” Reggie replied, crossing his arms.

“Sure, sure… I’m just wondering… what’s in that bag?” Said Wendy.

Yeah, that’s a good question, Star Storm thought to himself. While he was watching Monica and Hailey’s body were going blow for blow, that bag hadn’t moved from it’s spot. They hadn’t told them the whole story of what was going to happen in their first match, maybe they just wanted a genuine reaction from the wrestlers?

They didn’t say NOT to mess with the bag.

Slowly he inched around the ring, moving around outside the ropes over to where the bag was sitting. When he looked over, Monica’s tail was spouting fire as she exchanged punches with a headless wrestler, while the head was shouting at the body from the side of the ring.

What the fuck did I sign up for?

Whatever, can’t worry about that now, I gotta bag to tamper with!

“What do you think you’re doing?” He heard Hailey say. Her head was right there, scowling at him.

“What’s Star Storm doing?” Asked Mitch.

“Looks like he’s going for what ever’s in that bag!” Answered the wurm, “Go for it, Star Storm!”

Monica was about to grab the dullahan’s body when it suddenly dodged her, turning to run back at the ropes.

When she looked behind her she saw Star Storm moving for the bag.

“Look out, Star Storm!” She shouted, but it was too late! The dullahan’s head was laughing as he was ejected from the ring, flying back onto the floor with a thud. The headless heel picked herself up, still laughing while the crowd booed.

That’s it, Hailey’s asking for it!

What do you do next? (Roll a 1d20)

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>381311

Flaming shoulder charge!

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>381311

Firecooter is gonna get fired up (literally, because salamander) and give her a spear Goldberg style before going Stone Cold Reimu Steve Austin on her chunni ass

Monica rushed her, going for her back. She twisted for a shoulder tackle, if she could land that then she’d figure it out from there. Before she knew it she had brushed passed the headless body of her opponent and for a moment she was bouncing off the ropes. Had the dullahan dodged, even while headless? She didn’t have much time to think on it. In the split second it took her to realize what was going on she was already on her back looking up at the jumbotron above the ring.

The dullahan had set her up for a clotheline, using her own attack against her. Damn!

“Ha! You’re gonna have to do better than that, little salamander!” Hailey’s head taunted as the body picked it back up.

“Wow, looks like Hailey’s really holding her own here. Those freedom fighters better do something fast!” Said Mitch.

“Yeah, like give up! Haha!” Reggie jeered.

Wendy crossed her arms defiantly, “I still believe in them!”

Star Storm picked himself back up, finally managing to catch his breath. Damn… that hurt like hell, falling off the ring like that. Still, pretty sure it looked good for the viewers, right?

He looked back into the ring, watching as Monica was getting soundly beaten on the ground. The dullahan was stomping her as she writhed around in pain - it looked pretty real, which meant he had to do something!

Whatever’s in that bag is gonna have to wait! Star Storm thought, getting hot under the collar as he rolled under the ropes and into the ring.

“Come on! You got more than that in ya!” Hailey hollered. Just as she was about stomp again, Star Storm shoved her with his boot, causing her to stumble away and fall flat on her face. Surprisingly her head didn’t pop off.

“Monica! Tag me!” Star Storm demanded, pulling her back to her feet. The look on his face told her that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“Well, this is a tag team match after all… so what’s the harm?” She joked before she slapped his hand with a smile. “Go get ‘er!”

As the salamander retreated back to the side of the ring, Hailey was picking herself back up. She looked surprised to see him taking the place of his partner.

“What’s this? Monica Flare is tagging Star Storm in!” Mitch announced to the viewers.

“It looks like he’s got a bone to pick with her!”

Star Storm popped his knuckles as he stepped towards the dullahan. She struck first, throwing a punch to his gut, only for him to catch it. He wagged a finger at her before pulling her into a clothesline of his own, knocking her off her feet again. Hailey bounced on the mat helplessly, growling with frustration.

“Uh oh, Reg! Looks like Hailey’s in trouble!” Wendy teased him.

“Aw, shaddup! It’s not over yet!” He retorted.

Monica watched as Star Storm ran to the ropes and bounced off, jumping up for a leg drop.

Whump!

He landed on her knee and rolled off, causing her to spin back and forth, selling the pain. The crowd cheered, giving him a feeling of satisfaction. Star Storm held up his hands, turning around in the arena to bathe in the praises of the new fans they were making.

“Abra!” Hailey shouted, turning over onto her stomach. She crawled towards the body bag on her elbows.

“Abra! Abra!” She shrieked in anger.

“What’s she doing?” Wendy asked.

“I’m not sure, but I don’t like it.” Mitch answered.

“Davi- er… Star Storm!” Monica shouted, pointing at the bag. When he turned he saw the black sack moving all on it’s own. Time to put a stop to that, he thought, marching over and grabbing the dullahan by the shoulders.

“ABRA!” The headless headhunter shouted one last time. Suddenly the zipper on the bag opened and revealed a pale figure dressed in an outfit with mask similar to Hailey’s. Out from the bag it floated up and spun, landing on its feet. Star Storm stared at it, still holding his opponent. A vampire?

“Who dares to wake me from my slumber!” She bellowed.

“Abra! Get this guy!” Hailey called over.

The vampire eyed the dullahan, then looked over to the man in red, white and blue.

“Just you try it!” Star Storm called, tossing Hailey to the side and beckoning her over.

The vampire bared her fangs, Star Storm even thought he could hear her hissing. Before he knew it she was already on him, practically flying across the arena. She grabbed onto his face and slammed him down to the mat with one arm.

<Doublepost!

“Wow! Did you see that! What incredible power! Not even Star Storm can stand up to that!” Reggie shouted, standing up from the faux announcer’s table.

“She’s grinding the poor guy into the mat!” Mitch whimpered. “Who knew Abra Cadaver would be so strong! Hailey had that in her bag this whole time? Where did she even come from?”

“Well, Mitch, I heard that when Morticia and Phil Actery were first experimenting they used the recently deceased as their test subjects.” Wendy pointed out.

“And?” Asked Mitch.

“Well, if we’re putting two and two together here, I’m betting Headhunter Hailey might have bodysnatched one of their successful tests for herself!”

“That can’t be real.” Reggie dismissed.

“And yet here we are, looking right at it.” Mitch rebutted, pointing at the vampire returning a leg drop while Hailey laughed from the sidelines.

Monica gritted her teeth. There’s no way I’m gonna let them get away with that! Evil undead magic be damned!

She hopped over the ropes, fire burning inside and out.

“Pathetic! Can’t men last more than a few seconds anymore?” The vampire Abra tittered. Star Storm groaned with pain, unable to move - or at least pretending from what Monica could tell. Doesn’t matter! It’s go time!

WHAM!

With a flash, Monica rammed her shoulder into the vampire’s gut, forcing her to double over. In one swift motion the salamander lept, wrapping her arms around the blood sucker’s head to drag her down with her.

WHUMP! The whole ring shook on impact, the vampire completely sprawled out on the mat. The arena went silent, leaving Monica sitting, staring off in all directions. Did she do it? Did she get her or did she fuck it up? When she turned back to the announcer’s table she saw shock on their faces. Wendy slowly rose up with her large claws over her mouth.

When she looked down, the vampire was slowly attempting to get up, rolling her neck around as though it was stiff.

“SHE DID IT! THE SAINT MONICA STUNNER!” Wendy cheered, throwing her hands up in the air.

The arena went wild, leaving both the vampire and the salamander confused for a moment. Where did they come up with this stuff? Abra looked Monica in the eyes for a moment and winked, stumbling as she tried to get up.

‘It’s part of the act, roll with it,’ Monica thought she must have meant. Star Storm was also coming to, slowly picking himself up off the mat.

When Monica stood up she saw Hailey getting in the ring, too.

This is it! Gotta end this!

How do you end it? Who do you pin? (1d20)

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>381452

Pin the vamp with their signature combo move, THE AMERICAN DREAM

>>381472

I am so not going to roll but I'm on board with this

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>381452

Abra Cadaver tries to use her "vampyre hypnosis" but it backfires somehow, setting up an easy double team.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>381452

I refuse to roll when it could potentially fuck over the main characters.

>>381503

well that could have ended pretty badly

Hailey was on Star Storm in no time, throwing wild punches and kicks. She had him on his heels, unable to keep up with her vicious attacks. He had to handle this himself, right now Monica had her hands full with this Abra Cadaver. The vampire had ‘recovered’ and was on her feet once more, ready to throw down.

Monica went for it, leading in with a grapple, but Abra was ready for her. She locked hands with her in a test of strength.

To Monica’s surprise, this vampire was much stronger than she appeared, forcing her to really struggle against her. She gave the salamander another wink before twisting and leading Monica around in a circle. Abra released her, sending her running at the ropes. The salamander rebounded, but was quickly stopped in her tracks when she caught site of the vampire once again.

The arena’s lights faded in and out of a red hue, while Abra waggled her fingers at her.

“This is insane!” Wendy cried.

“What, what’s she doing?” Mitch asked, turning to the wurm.

“She’s using an illegal move! Vampyre Hypnosis!” She replied.

Before the ref could interfere, Abra turned to him and wiggled her ‘magic’ at him as well. He was stunned, falling backward against the ropes with his head spinning.

The audience began to boo, only for the vampire to turn and cast her spell on them, too. The booing gradually turned to cheering, leaving both Monica and Star Storm awestruck. Were they playing along?

“What is happening?!” Mitch whimpered.

“I don’t know, but the Freedom Fighters need to put a stop to this if they’re gonna stand a chance!” Said Wendy.

What the hell? Hypnosis? What the hell am I gonna do now, Star Storm wondered. Hailey had him on the ropes now, pushing him against them as she pummeled away at him. She got a good hit into his face, which caused him to grab onto the ropes and hunch over.

An idea was forming in his head as he watched the vampire twiddle her hands at the audience and Monica.

“What’s wrong, tough guy? Can’t keep your head in the game?” Hailey taunted him, taking him by the chin and slapping his masked face. In one sudden movement, Star Storm lunged forward, knocking her head up into the air with a headbutt. The body tried to swat at him, but he easily shoved it away, chasing after the fumbled head.

Monica stumbled back and forth, the hypnosis - whether it was real or not - was a ‘powerful’ move and she was compelled to sell it, damnit! When the vampire mimicked pulling a rug out from under her, the salamander threw herself onto her back. The force from her fall caused the ring to bounce like crazy.

Abra laughed, “Well I guess this is the end of your short career, little wrestler!” She shouted, going for a body slam.

She was stopped short when Star Storm grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around, booting her to the mat herself.

“You!” She shrieked, sitting up to waggle her fingers at him.

“Yeah, me!” He retorted, holding up Hailey’s head in front of his own. “Now her!”

“Oh… shit.” The vampire groaned. Behind him Hailey’s body came running, only to fall onto its ‘face.’

<Doublepost!

“What’s happening?” Mitch asked.

“Looks like Abra’s hypnosis backfired. That slip in her concentration is gonna cost her!” Said Wendy.

“How does she know so much?” Reggie asked, leaning over to Mitch, who shrugged in response.

“Snap out of it Monica!” Star Storm shouted, tossing the head aside to help her up.

“I’m good! I’m good! Whatever you did, it worked!” The salamander said, taking his hand.

The two wrestlers looked around, the ref and audience members slowly coming to.

“Let’s finish this,” Star Storm said with a grin.

Monica returned the smile, “Yeah! Let’s try that thing we‘ve been savin’!”

Abra was scrambling backwards, trying to get back onto her feet as the Freedom Fighters approached her.

Star Storm grabbed hold of her and hoisted her up onto his shoulders, Abra facing the outside with her legs around his back.

Monica climbed up onto the ropes. This is it, this is what they’ve been training for.

The ultimate finisher! Star Storm positioned the vampire in front of her, readying her for her punishment.

Mitch couldn’t find words for what he was witnessing, “IT’S - IT’S-”

“IT’S THE AMERICAN DREAM!” Wendy cheered along with the crowds.

“Yeah, what she said,” Reggie added begrudgingly.

With all her strength Monica lunged up off the ropes, tackling the vampire off of her man’s shoulders, taking her down to the mat with a great WHAM!

The arena shook and tumbled under the force, the turnbuckles falling inward as the whole ring fell down around them.

Everyone in the ring fought to keep their balance. The ref stumbled, trying to make his way over to the vampire pinned by the salamander. She was out cold. With nothing else to do, he began slapping what was left of the mat, the crowd counting alongside him.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING!

Monica lifted herself off Abra, roaring triumphantly while the ref came over to grab hold of both her and Star Storm’s hands up to the cheers of the audience.

“Monica Flare! Star Storm!” Wendy called, chasing after the two in the back hall. They turned to the wurm and smiled.

“How does it feel to win your first ever match in Monster Mania and MWE as a whole?” She asked, holding a mic up to the two.

“Honestly, Wendy, lemme tell ya. It’s the greatest feeling in the world.” Monica answered, giving Star Storm a side hug. “It’s like all the stars aligned to give us this moment in MWE history.” Star Storm added.

“You two made one heck of an impact! Do you have anything to say to the fans?” Wendy asked.

Star Storm smiled, wrapping one arm around his partner and pointing at the camera with the other. “Just know that no dream is too big in the U.S of A!”

<Triplepost!

“Wow… I still can’t believe it,” Frankie said with a smile. “Our first match and we… we did all that! We killed it! That was crazy!” She said, shaking David. The two of them were still in their suits, lounging in the back room trying to recuperate.

David gave her a satisfied sigh, undoing his mask and pulling it off lazily. “Yeah, that was amazing. Best thing we ever did.” He replied, wiping the sweat from his face.

“Best thing ever?” Frankie teased him.

“Well… second best.” David conceded with a wink.

“Get a room, you two!” Hailey barked at them from the doorway.

“Aw come on, Hailey, they did good! Look at ‘em!” Said her vampire partner, following her into the room.

“Shaddup, Abigail. So, you two, you’re gonna go on to face tougher and tougher opponents, so you best watch your back.” The dullahan warned.

“What do you mean?” Asked David.

“Not everyone plays by the script so nicely…” She replied. “And they hit harder than you did today.”

“Like who?” Frankie demanded, crossing her arms.

“Oh, you’ll figure that out real quick, I promise.” Replied Hailey. Frankie looked at David who seemed as confused as she was, maybe even a little worried.

“Ahh, forget I said anything…” The dullahan grumbled, going over to the fridge.

“Don’t mind her.” Abigail started. “You two should watch the next match! Hemlock and her new partner Ipecac are up against Komodo and some guy named Hiroaki!” She suggested, turning on the tv across from the couch.

“I’m actually a little curious to see how that match goes…” Said David.

“It could be important. Might help you figure out what’s in store for you, depending on who wins.” Abigail suggested.

“Like what she was talking about?” David asked, jerking a thumb at the dullahan behind him.

Abigail nodded, “Maybe.”

“You know, I kinda wanna go talk to Emma and Tessa, has anyone seen her?” Frankie asked.

“Who?” Hailey replied with a question, a fresh beer in hand.

“Uh… The raiju twins.” The salamander fired back.

Hailey rubbed her chin for a moment - to Frankie’s surprise she didn’t lift it off her ‘neck.’

“Oh, them. Yeah, why, you got something to do with them?” She asked.

“That’s what I hear.” Frankie answered.

“They’ll probably come and find us. It’s supposed to be after the next few matches, anyway, right?” David tried reassuring her. “Bit we’ll go if you wanna go.”

A. Look for your favorite Electric weasel and see how she and her cousin are holding up? You might need to see if the resident klutz is doing okay.

B. David’s right, Emma and Tessa will come find you soon enough. They’re probably just getting their costumes ready. Watch the next match? (Character swap: Lexi)

C. Do something else?

>>381474

>>381503

>Not rolling

Cowards :^)

<Wow, successful first match! Hope it went as well as you guys hoped, but it's not over yet!

<Also, be careful, if you choose not to roll there could be bad results in the future, like a win condition that I keep under wraps:^)

>>381650

I'm not saying don't roll at all, just that I'll abstain from it when it comes to the main characters.

>>381650

B

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>381650

Going with B, gotta scope out dem matches. Might figure out who David and Frankie were warned about.

Anyone else wants Wendy to accidently beat everyone up at the end and become champion?

>>381656

There are two belts, and no mortal can wear them both. Who would her partner be?

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>381650

>B

“Wow, that last match was one heck of a thing to watch!” Said Mitch, sitting back as the crewmen brought out a new proper announcer’s table complete with equipment.

“The way those Freedom Fighters held their own against a pro like Hailey and her new partner Abra was pretty impressive!” Wendy agreed.

“Talk about beginner’s luck! I can tell you those two are definitely on Hailey’s hit list now! But she’s the least of their problems when you look at the next two tag teams!” Reggie segued, turning his attention to the jumbotron.

“Yeah, not only has Komodo held her own against Hemlock before, now she has renowned Japanese wrestler Hiroaki Okada for a partner.” Said Mitch.

“Not to mention Hemlock has come a long ways in such a short time since the last championship. She has a partner herself and from what I’ve heard they’re a force to be reckoned with!” Reggie added. Mitch nodded and turned, “What do you think, Wendy?” He asked, only to realize she had disappeared once again.

“I think you both have really great points guys! Let’s see what the wrestlers think!” The wurm said from the jumbotron.

“How the hell does she-“ Reggie began, only to get cut off by the wurm clearing her throat.

“Oh! Here comes Komodo and Hiroaki now! They’ve decided to call themselves the Twin Dragons! Isn’t that neat? I like dragons myself!” She giggled at her own stupid joke.

Both wrestlers laughed along with her as they approached, Komodo taking one of her claws and giving it a hearty shake.

“Wendy, it’s good to meet you!” The lizard greeted her.

“I should be saying that to you, Komodo, Hiroaki!” She replied, shaking his hand as well.

“So tell me, you guys got anything specially planned for Hemlock and Ipecac?”

Hiroaki quietly laughed and nodded. “Oh, yes. We’ve been working on something special for them. A little something I brought from overseas to train with Komodo on.”

“What’s that?” Asked Wendy. Komodo put a claw to her mouth and shushed the wurm.

“We can’t tell you that! It would ruin the surprise!” She answered her.

Wendy nodded knowingly, “Ah, yes, makes sense! So, do you have any words for Hemlock and Ipecac?”

Komodo and Hiroaki looked at one another for a moment, then smiled, looking at the camera.

“ONE! TWO! THREE! DING DING DING!” They both shouted, pantomiming hitting the bell with invisible hammers.

<Double post!

“We’re up,” Said Ipecac, excited to to get out onto the scene. Hemlock stepped out into the hall and followed alongside her, doing her best to clear her head of the thoughts that plagued her. She still needed to give Clyde a proper apology, not to mention there was some kind of funk she was feeling ever since Monster Mania started. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but right now it didn’t matter.

Here comes that wurm McLeary hired on the spot. No clue what he was thinking, but I guess she’s a good hype man. What was her name? Wendy?

“Here’s Hemlock and Ipecac! They’re a tough tag team going by the name Poison!” The wurm told the camera.

We are? Well, we are now. Probably another one of McLeary’s ideas.

Time to get deep into character.

“So, you two are up against some tough opponents!” Wendy began, “Are ya nervous?”

Hemlock and Ipecac shared a look before laughing.

“Us? Nervous? You’re talkin’ to a former heavyweight champion and two soon-to-be tag team Monster Mania dominators, Wendy!” Ipecac replied.

Hemlock smirked. “Let me tell ya, Wendy, the only thing I’m nervous about is how fast the paramedics can make it to the ring, because once our poison gets in your veins it’s all over!”

The manticore snatched the mic from the wurm and wrapped an arm around Ipecac’s shoulder, “Now let me tell you something,’Twin Dragons.’ It could be you two, or it could be all of you. It could even be that crazy mummy Temet herself! It doesn’t really matter what you do because no matter how many people you tag up with it still won’t add up to the two of us, I promise ya that!”

After handing back the mic, Wendy smiled at them and nodded. “Wow! Let’s not waste any more of your time then!” She said, moving out of the way for the two wrestlers to march past.

Hemlock took a deep breath. Here she was again, on a stage in front of millions of viewers. Standing here now with a partner in tow, waiting for their music to play. It was like the calm before the storm. She had seen it - done it so many times and yet every time it felt fresh and new. There was no telling what could happen out in that ring, but whatever was coming she could face it head on. This was going to be Ipecac’s first official match as well, so it was going to be extra special in that sense.

The music began with a low hum, causing Ipecac to jump. Hemlock held an arm in front of her and smiled.

“Wait up… let it build.” She said, restraining the alraune.

“It gives the entrance more impact.”

The cymbals of the drums splashed once, twice and on the third time Hemlock nodded, the two of them walking out to the bright lights and thousands of eyes watching them as they strolled down the ramp towards the freshly constructed ring.

This is what I live for, Hemlock thought to herself, listening to the cheers coming from all sides. Up in the ring were their opponents, Komodo and Hiroaki standing against the ropes. Hemlock gave Ipecac a nod, “Just like we practiced,” she said, rushing the ring.

The two of them dove under the ropes and sprang to their feet, Hemlock sending Ipecac running to bounce off the ropes from the far end. When she came back, the manticore lifted her up and spun her around, hooking the alraune’s legs around her mane. Ipecac landed sitting on her shoulders, her arms raised to the crowds praises.

<Triplepost!

Hemlock carried her over to the sides of the rings, walking along the ropes as her partner made gestures to just about every corner of the arena. Finally she put her down when the ref came over to hand Komodo a mic.

“Poison, huh? That’s a good one, seeing as how you’ve poisoned your minds thinking you’re gonna win here tonight!” She sneered.

Hemlock made to lunge at her, only for Ipecac to hold her back. Komodo laughed.

“Yeah, you can talk big all you want, but you’re only as strong as your partner, Hemlock! Hiroaki here, he holds a title, too!”

“Yeah?” Hemlock shouted.

“Yeah!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!” Komodo fired back.

The manticore reached over and snatched the mic, retreating back to her side of the ring.

“I think you’re forgetting something here, Komodo. Titles don’t mean a damn thing in a CAGE MATCH!”

“WHAT?” The three announcers hollered as the same crewmen began to haul in several chain link walls around the ring. The crowds went wild at the turn of events and the match hadn’t even started yet. Komodo and Hiroaki looked completely mystified, which caused Hemlock to laugh.

“That’s right, that’s my- haha, no, OUR little gift to you!” Hemlock declared, tossing the mic back to the ref.

“Wow that cage was put up in record time, Reg!” Said Mitch.

“I’ll say. Who woulda guessed team Poison woulda pulled a cage match right off the bat?” Replied Reggie.

“What are Twin Dragon’s chances?”

“Well, the walls stand at roughly twenty feet or so I hear. On top of winning by pinning or submission, they could also win by climbing out of the cage and putting both feet on the arena floor.” Wendy explained to the audience, “Or a full four feet of their tail in my case, haha.”

“Hard to say who really has the advantage here, huh? Both teams are incredibly experienced when it comes to wrestling.” Mitch carried on, “Every one of them has some history in wrestling or another. Both Hemlock and Hiroaki are heavyweight champions, Komodo has been in MWE for years and I hear Ipecac has been wrestling on the indie scene for at least two or three years herself.” He explained.

Ding ding!

“History lesson later, Mitch, looks like they’re starting!” Reggie shouted.

What do you do? (1d20)

>>381656

It's a possibility

>>381657

I'm sure you guys could come up with something if you really wanted it to happen.

>>381784

<Thank you drawfriend!

<Good thing we're not rolling yet!

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>381799

If I remember correctly they were thinking about being heels. If that's the case then they could be literally poisonous and use their monster abilities to drug their opponents. Komodo and Hiroaki can't fight if they're more interested in each other than the match. Plus, graphic romance with full on hugging and hand holding is probably a great way to pander to the monstergirl fans.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>381856

I agree

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>381856

Better autism than I could come up with. Rolling for this

The bell rang with Hemlock advancing on her opponents. Hiroaki stood defiantly against her while Komodo moved on towards Ipecac. An odd move on their part, not having their star up front to face her. Hiroaki is new to the MWE scene… but they must have something up their sleeves, Hemlock thought.

She approached the man cautiously, looking for any openings.

Behind her, Ipecac and Komodo squared off, locking arms in an attempt to overpower one another. Hiroaki rushed her, ramming himself into her gut, but she was ready for him. Catching him by the arms Hemlock lifted Hiroaki up over her head and threw him.

Whump!

After doing a flip behind her Hiroaki hit the mat, landing flat on his belly. Hemlock wasted no time appealing to her fans, flexing her arms and smiling wide.

“Wow! Hemlock is already breaking in Hiroaki!” Reggie laughed.

“No mercy, huh, Reg?” Mitch added.

The manticore enjoyed their cheers for a moment before she was grabbed from behind. Somehow that Hiroaki guy managed to get his arms around her in a bearhug. Impressive, considering my tail and wings, Hemlock thought. Before she could react, she was flying backwards, slamming onto the mat squarely between her shoulders.

“Hiroaki counters with a German Suplex!” Mitch shouted.

“That’s quite a bridge he’s got there!” Said Wendy.

What the hell is this, thought Hemlock, struggling for a moment in Hiroaki’s grip.

Across from her, Ipecac had won the contest of strength, or so it seemed. When she whipped Komodo into the wall, the lizard came back and countered with a running hook, slamming the alraune to the mat with a thunderous whump!

Hemlock growled, kicking out of the bridge. In one swift motion she was already on her feet, charging Hiroaki before he could react. A knee to the gut sent him hurdling backwards, followed by a quick shove into the cage walls. When the man bounced back, Hemlock bent over, shouldering him up and flipping him back down onto the floor.

That oughta show him!

“Looks like Hemlock’s got a handle on Hiroaki!” Said Wendy.

“Yeah, but look at Komodo! She’s stomping Ipecac into the dirt! Literally!” Reggie pointed out.

Komodo was kicking the alraune while she was down, Ipecac selling with exaggerated movement and pained expressions. As Komodo made for another stomp Ipecac turned, catching her foot with both hands and twisting, pulling her down to the mat with her. A moment later she was on the lizard, putting her head in a scissorhold, much to the audience’s delight.

“Wow! Ipecac’s turning things around, now!” Said Wendy, “She’s really showing what she’s learned from her indie days!”

Hemlock turned to face Hiroaki again. The man was down for a few moments before risin up to his feet looking no worse for wear. “What a fuckin’ no-sell,” she swore under her breath, readying herself for another bout. He came at her and she swung a right hook, only for him to duck under her arm. He was fast for his size, she had to admit. In a split second he had gotten behind her again and lifted her up onto his shoulders, spinning around in a circle.

<Doublepost!

“Oh my God, Reg, is that-” Mitch began.

“Hiroaki is using his world famous Double Atomic Driver!” Wendy shouted! “It’s one of the most dangerous moves in wrestling history!”

By no small feat of strength Hiroaki twisted the manticore around, forcing her head down between his legs as he leapt, still spinning in the air.

WHUMP!

He pushed himself off the mat, still holding onto Hemlock. They went up and came back down again, still spinning.

WHUMP!

The whole ring shook wildly as Hemlock fell onto her back, her head spinning.

Hiroaki stood up, taking in the whistling and cheers from the audience. The display of strength and skill had them roaring to see more.

Hemlock hobbled back onto her feet, still shook up. Hiroaki turned, grabbing hold of her. He put her in a sleeper hold, trying to force her down. The dizzy manticore fought him, staying on her feet.

Strong too, bastard!

She struggled to break out, but it was no use, he had a good grip. Ipecac was too busy with Komodo to help. Wait a minute, she was the champ! She didn’t need help! She spread her wings in an attempt to force him off, but Hiroaki’s grip only tightened. With a strong flap, she sent them both flying backwards, ramming into the cage walls.

Bastard still won’t let go! I refuse to lose here and now, Hemlock thought in a panic. There was one last thing she could do! She used all her strength to bend forward, taking Hiroaki over her shoulder with her tail. He attempted to hold on, but something caused him to yelp and release her.

A moment later he was on the ground, holding his leg. Hemlock noticed a small puncture in his thigh. Oh boy, this ought to be good, she mused, rubbing her throat. Hiroaki hissed with pain for a moment before he, too, noticed the puncture and something else. A particular member of his was now pointing up at Hemlock. He gasped, looking up at the manticore who squinted down at him. The look of horror on Hiroaki’s face caused a grin to spread across her face. Something about this had peaked her interest, but she couldn’t quite explain it.

Well… there’s no better time to embrace our new persona than now, Hemlock figured, jumping up to body slam her newly intoxicated opponent.

“What on earth is going on over there?” Mitch cried out, “What did Hemlock do to Hiroaki?!”

“I think if anyone knows a thing or two about manticores, they know exactly what just happened.” Reggie replied smuggly.

Hiroaki didn’t get up this time, instead lying strewn about the mat, a particular appendage standing tall for the world to see. Many people in the audience - mostly monsters themselves - were hooting and hollering at this turn of events. Both Ipecac and Komodo looked over, wondering what was going on. When the lizard caught sight of what was happening she tossed the alraune aside, rushing to her partner’s defense.

“Looks like Komodo figured it out and she’s not very happy about it, right Wendy?” Reggie heckled.

Wendy didn’t answer, instead she just watched breathlessly.

“I just don’t know who to root for anymore!” The Mitch whimpered, attempting to fill the dead air.

<Triplepost!

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Komodo hollered at Hemlock. The manticore laughed, “What’s wrong, Komodo? Don’t you give this guy any attention?” She taunted her.

The green scales on Komodo’s cheeks turned red as she aimed a punch at the manticore’s face, but Hemlock was ready for her, catching her fist with her much larger claw. Ipecac circled behind the lizard, still a little unsure what was going on from the looks of it. Hemlock shot her a glance as if to say, ‘now was the time.’

By some miracle, she understood her meaning, rushing up and grabbing Komodo from behind while simultaneously releasing a strange fragrance from her body. The scent caused the lizard to go limp. Komodo couldn’t hope to put up a fight now.

“Ipecac’s put Komodo in a full nelson! This doesn’t look good for our Twin Dragons!” Wendy called out.

“It sure doesn’t, look!” Mitch shouted, pointing at the manticore. “Hemlock is showing no mercy, just what has gotten into her?”

The manticore was winding up for a swing with her tail, slamming it right into the defenseless lizard’s belly once, twice, three times.

“That ought to get the juices flowin’!” Hemlock laughed, Ipecac shoving the lizard forward. She stumbled and landed kneeling over Hiroaki, her eyes glazing over. The audience held their breath, waiting for something to happen as Komodo stared straight down at her partner. Hiroaki looked up at her, helpless to do anything to stop her. Her face was flush and her breath heavy, unable to cope with the ‘poison’ coursing through her veins. A collective ‘Oo-ooh’ echoed throughout the arena as she took hold of his head and forced herself on him, locking lips with her downed partner.

“I don’t believe it. What are they doing at a time like this? Can’t the ref break this up?” Mitch shouted.

“Oh come on, Mitch, can’t you see something beautiful is happening? Komodo and Hiroaki have ignited a new chapter in their relationship!” Reggie laughed.

“With Hemlock’s help, of course. Has something happened to her for her to use such a dirty play?” Asked Mitch, turning to his wurm co-host.

Wendy looked completely mystified, watching a different kind of wrestling on the mat take place.

“Wendy?” Mitch asked, snapping the wurm out of her trance.

“Sorry, Mitch! I just can’t help but feel like Hemlock did nothing wrong! Maybe you call it dirty, but I think she’s just become a love doctor!” She answered, “And all the doctors I know are the good guys!”

“Come on, let’s end this.” Hemlock said, heading for the wall. Ipecac nodded, following her up.

“So, is that it? Is that what we’re doing now?” She asked. “Using our ‘poison’ as a catch all?”

“What, it’s our namesake, right? You not happy about that?” Hemlock retorted. “You’re the one who said we should consider becoming heels. If that’s what we gotta do to win, then we’re gonna do it!” She said, reaching the top of the wall. Ipecac smiled, “Well alright, then. I’m glad to see you go through with it!”

Hemlock nodded, “Yeah… I might even enjoy it a little.” She admitted.

<Quadpost!

The bell rang, marking the end of the match with both Hemlock and Ipecac touching down on the arena floor. Getting those two apart is gonna be another fight in itself, Hemlock thought, watching at Komodo smothered Hiroaki with love that may be a tad risque even for MWE.

Eventually someone had to break it up and that duty seemed to fall to Wendy of all people, the ref standing there helplessly. The wurm simply picked the two up and took them to the backstage following Hemlock and Ipecac through the halls, her cameraman close behind her.

“Hemlock! Ipecac! Have you become MWE’s Love Doctors?” Wendy asked, Komodo and Hiroaki still going at it in her arms. Both Hemlock and Ipecac looked at one another for a moment, giving each other a nod. They each grabbed hold of the ‘lovestruck’ wrestlers and tossed them aside, the two landing behind some boxes.

“O-oh, thank you!” Wendy said, pulling her mic out.

“No problem, Wendy.” Both Hemlock and Ipecac answered.

“Now, love doctors? I don’t know about that, but if that’s what winning looks like then I guess you could say we’re working for cupid!” Ipecac answered.

“Some people aren’t gonna like you guys using those kind of moves, what do you have to say to them?” Ask Wendy.

Hemlock laughed, “Yeah, it’s like this: Sure, Komodo and Hiroaki lost, yeah maybe it was a little dirty, but look at them now! They’ve never been happier!” She said, pointing at intertwined legs behind the boxes. “Besides, this is a fight for the survival of the world as we know it! We can’t pull our punches when we go up against Temet, can we?”

“I suppose not!” The wurm answered.

Wendy turned back to the camera with a smile, “There you have it! Things are really heating up around here as yet another tag team is eliminated from Monster Mania! Next up is…”

A. Barracuda and Devilray VS Silver Slam Simian and Golden Boy

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

C. Notre Dom and Victor Hugo VS Verde Gigante and Chris Cruz

Cast your vote and roll a 1d20! 1-5 for something special :^)

<I hope everyone had a good Christmas!

<I decided that the three votes would be good enough, no sense in having everyone wait. (Had to pump this shit out overnight lol)

<Nice rolls, by the way!

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>382208

I wanna see Moonshine and Rawhide already. Voting for B.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>382208

Going with A because I want to see some monkey business

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>382208

B

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>382208

That was hilarious, my sides are in orbit right now.

> Wendy looked completely mystified, watching a different kind of wrestling on the mat take place.

> "I just can’t help but feel like Hemlock did nothing wrong! Maybe you call it dirty, but I think she’s just become a love doctor! And all the doctors I know are the good guys!”

< That innocent rationalization

I love your wurms.

Are the <= 5's we have already insta wins for "something special"? If not I'll roll for C.

<1 vote A, 2 B, 1 C so far!

<I'll bump the thread tomorrow just in case anyone else wants to vote!

>>382243

<Not insta-win, every vote counts!

Rolled 12 (1d20)

I want to see c

<1 A, 2 B, 2 C!

<If we don't get a tiebreaker by tonight I'll be going with B since it was voted in first.

B

“… A match between two fan favorite tag teams, Moonshine and Rawhide against Onignac and Gimlet!” The wurm announced, turning to look down the hall. “Oh! Here comes Lucile and Rawhide now! Lucile! What are Onignac and Gimlet chances tonight?” Wendy asked, pointing a mic at the towering minotaur sporting her iconic wide brimmed hat and shades.

“Chances, Wendy? I think Ole Onignac and Gimlet had better get their drinks in now while they can, because this is the last chance saloon and we’re givin’ them their last call tonight!” She hollered, crouching down to flex her muscles at the camera.

“Wow, so you guys like, serve drinks on the side?” Asked Wendy.

“Yeah, we serve drinks,” Rawhide said without missing a beat, “We serve Body Shots followed by a Clementine Crush and to finish it all off we give ‘em an Alabama Slammer!”

Wendy smiled, her eyes going wide, “Wow! Those sound pretty tasty! Well, if you win tonight-”

“When we win,” Lucile corrected her with a grin.

“When you win, you might have to square up against your old rival, Hemlock and her new partner! Any idea on how you’re gonna deal with them and their new moves?” The wurm continued.

Lucile laughed, slapping a hand on Rawhide’s shoulder. “Deal with Hemlock? Let me tell you somethin’, Wendy, Hemlock’s a disgrace! She’s so focused on winning that she’s willing to do anything to get to the top! Just like she did with me at the Blood Games - no way, see! She’s not gonna get the drop on me, not this time, not ever again!” She said, grabbing Gimlet with an arm and pulling him close. “The ends don’t justify the means, Hemlock! We’re gonna beat you fair and square and go on to take down this ‘Temet the Timeless’ and claim the belts for ourselves!” The minotaur’s face was red with rage as she took off her sunglasses and pointed an accusatory finger at the camera as if Hemlock herself were there.

Wendy nodded, “Well, I wish you luck, Lucile, because I can’t wait for that match!”

“One last thing, Wendy!” Lucile said, catching the wurm by surprise.

“What is it, Lucile?” She asked, turning back.

“I want you to know that I respect the work you’re doin’ and that you have to talk with that no good manticore piece-a-work. I can accept that, but I’m beggin’ ya Wendy, don’t go fallin’ for her tricks. What she did today brought shame into that ring!” Lucile said, conviction in her voice.

Wendy simply smiled and nodded, “You got it, Miss Dukes,” and off she went.

The music played as Lucile and Bruce ran out into the arena, jumping into the ring and circling the ropes, filling the place with as much energy as they could muster. The crowd loved it, getting as pumped as they were about the match.

“You know, Reggie, there’s not many people that could step into that ring and take on a raging minotaur like Lucile! Now she’s got a partner like Bruce! I don’t know if Onignac and Gimlet can even compare!” Mitch said, wiping sweat from his brow. “I mean, look at them! All that raw strength and muscle, the sheer size of ‘em!”

“I’m more of an ass man myself, Mitch, but I see what you’re talking about!” Reggie teased his co-host.

Mitch sighed, “Damn it, Reg, let’s just go to Onignac and Gimlet already.”

<Doublepost!

Wendy stood in the halls waiting for the two wrestlers, but several moments passed with no sign of them.

“Uh, Mitch, Reggie? I don’t see them!” Wendy whimpered, looking at the camera.

“What, did they chicken out?” Reggie jabbed.

Mitch shook his head, “That doesn’t seem like them at all! Wendy, why don’t you go look for them?” He suggested.

The wurm nodded, furrowing her brow in an attempt to look serious. She turned and slithered down the hall, the camera following close behind. She passed several props from earlier interviews until she finally came to a door labeled ‘supplies,’ where she could hear some kind of music playing inside.

“What is that… clown music?” Asked Mitch.

“CLOWNS?” Wendy shouted, practically jumping out of her skin. She turned to look at the camera for answers.

“You’ll be fine! Go in, go in!” Both Mitch and Reggie insisted. The wurm nodded again and turned, opening the door slowly before letting out a gasp.

Inside were both Onignac and Gimlet out cold and wrapped up several times over in a comically big, polka dotted ribbon tied into a bow.

When Wendy turned around she jumped, startled by someone standing there beside her.

“Oh my God, it’s Dumbelle!” Mitch shouted.

“Dumbelle?! What the hell?!” Reggie added, taking his sunglasses off to rub his eyes in disbelief.

Wendy shrieked, slamming her body against the wall.

“D-D-D-Dumbelle? I wasn’t expecting you to be here!” The wurm cried. The Kejourou Clown honked several times in response. She pointed at Wendy with her hair, holding her gut with her real hands as she pantomimed a laugh.

“I-I-I’m happy you’re here, too! I promise!” Wendy mock translated.

Dumbelle honked again, this time giving the wurm a big smile while she leaned against the door and pointed at the two tied up wrestlers.

Wendy pried herself off the wall, but remaining a healthy distance away from the hairbrained harlequin. “Y-You’re gonna take over for those two?”

Honk honk!

“You don’t care who wins?”

Honkhonkhonk!

“You just wanna have a good time?” Wendy said, looking desperate to be done with their conversation.

“Well w-what about Temet? If you beat Lucile you might have to fight her!” Wendy warned her.

Honk!

“You don’t care about all that? But what about a partner? You have to have a partner to enter the ring!” Wendy pointed out.

Dumbelle looked surprised, looking deep in thought for a moment. Wendy looked relieved that the clown might not be able to participate, only for Dumbelle to slam a hand in the other, doing the same with her big pigtails to indicate she just had an idea.

Honk honk!

“You have a f-friend?” Wendy asked, looking dejected. The clown nodded furiously and reached into one of her pigtails. After a moment of rummaging she produced a small clown car and pointed to it.

“Your friend?” Wendy asked.

Dumbelle nodded.

“They live in that tiny car?” The wurm continued.

She nodded again.

“Oh jeez, I just… I don’t know about this.” Said poor Wendy, holding her head to keep it from spinning.

In an instant Dumbelle had opened the car door and slipped inside, driving off to leave the wurm completely at a loss for words.

<Triplepost!

Soon enough the jumbotron and all the lights faded out, followed by a sudden burst of horns announcing the arrival of the clown herself.

The car zipped and zoomed off the stage, down the ramp and leapt up onto the ring as though it were alive, running circles around a very confused pair of wrestlers. Lucile and Bruce spun around in the center of the ring, watching as the car came to an abrupt stop. From the door burst out the kejourou clown in all her glory, pirouetting her way over to the ref. With a quick whip of her pigtails, she snatched up the mic from his hand and put it up to her mouth, only to honk several times.

“What’s she saying, Reg?” Asked Mitch.

“How should I know?” Replied Reggie.

Suddenly Wendy was back in her seat gasping. “Oh my gosh! She says now SHE has a partner?” The wurm wailed.

“What’s wrong, Wendy? Don’t like clowns?” Reggie teased her. The wurm’s tail whapped him on the back, knocking the wind out of him.

“They’re scary!” She shot back, pouting.

Dumbelle twirled again, holding her hands out to present her new partner. The car suddenly burst open, a head coming out of the top while the feet came out below the small tires, revealing a clown just as colorful as Dumbelle.

Dumbelle honked into the mic again, handing it back to the ref with her hair.

“Now what’s she saying?” Mitch asked, turning to Wendy.

“She says… her name is Barbelle!” She translated.

“Dumbelle and Barbelle, great, now there’s two of them!” Mitch groaned. “What are Lucile and Bruce gonna do?”

What do you do? (1d20)

<How about that down time, Anons?

<Also, hope you liked the results of your rolls.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>382521

Lucille charges whoever looks bigger and slower, Bruce keeps the other one occupied.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

Lucille and Bruce are gonna lose if they try to go for a traditional approach. Dumbelle and barbelle are clowns first and foremost. To beat them you have to think like them.

“What just happened?” Asked Mitch, peeking over the table.

“Clowns… Clowns happened.” Said Wendy with a shiver.

Reggie stood up and sighed. “Glad that’s over… so who won…?”

Wendy scratched her head, “I think Lucile won?”

“But she pinned Bruce!” Mitch pointed out.

“Then she lost?” The wurm replied.

“I don’t think so.” Reggie said.

“Well she can’t do Monster Mania by herself.” Mitch retorted. “Besides, they did it under Dumbelle’s orders.”

“Then that means… the clowns won.” Wendy admitted with a sigh.

Bruce practically had to drag Lucile out of the ring. The minotaur kept shouting, “Outside interference! This was never an official match,” all the way until they left the arena.

“Well, I guess that’s how the cows go home,” said Wendy.

Before Reggie could respond, Mitch put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head.

“Looks like fan favorite Moonshine and Rawhide have suffered an embarrassing defeat at the hands of the two carnivorous carnies. I don’t know about you guys, but I need to change pants.” Said Mitch.

“We’ll be right back after this!”

The jumbotron lit up with the image of a golden cobra as the lights in the arena faded. Suddenly the picture changed to a great golden stair, Temet enthroned at the top of it. Claudia stood beside her, fanning her with a palm frond. At her feet was Jacob McLeary, designated footstool. Rashi entered frame, bending down to whisper something in her master’s ear.

The mummy queen laughed.

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen! Your precious heroes Moonshine and Rawhide were no match for my newest subjects! Dumbelle and Barbelle have sworn their fealty to me and become my royal fools, doing my bidding!”

“Hey, that’s not fair!” McLeary shouted, “That was never part of the deal!”

Rashi stuck her spear down by his head, but Temet waved her away.

“I never said I could not take allies.” The mummy corrected her footstool.

“Yeah, but now they stand no chance against both you AND the clowns!” McLeary pointed out. “There’s no challenge for you!”

“M-my Lady, he’s right!” Said Claudia, still fanning her captor. Temet’s eyes shot back to the bicorn, causing her to wince behind the palm frond.

After a moment she sighed, “Ahhh, you know, I think you are right. Very well!” She said, kicking McLeary over as she stood up. “From this point forward you may form alliances between yourselves. There are not many of you left anyway and your combined strength is of no consequence to me.”

Character select: Monica Flare, Hemlock or The Shock Mistress.

<Dumbelle/Barbelle art courtesy of friend!

>>382565

<No, Anon, you are wonderful. Nice nat 20.

<Unfortunately, Lucile and Bruce have lost due to autism - and also mostly because >>382526 was the only one to really say who was going to win definitively.

>>382723

Time to check up on the electaweasel

>>382723

I'm all in for the continued adventures of the freedom fighters (Monica flare)

>>382723

><Unfortunately, Lucile and Bruce have lost due to autism - and also mostly because >>382526 was the only one to really say who was going to win definitively.

Damn. I’ll be clearer next time. Was wanting Lucille and Bruce to win.

Let’s go visit our favorite raiju. Also I vote that david and Frankie ally with Emma and Tessa for the tournament

>>382723

Gotta check in with our wild weasel girls.

>“Clowns… Clowns happened.” Said Wendy with a shiver.

Wendy is adorable. Adorable I say!

“Alright, ladies, the moment of truth is almost here!” Paul called from the doorway. He had ‘cleaned’ himself up and squeezed into his old John Falstaff costume - a grimy looking business man with a belt two holes too tight. Tessa shook her head and sighed.

“What’s up?” Asked Paul. She silently gestured to the changing booth behind her.

“It’s Emma.” She whispered.

Paul shook his head, “Not Emma… it’s the costume.” He said with certainty. “I told them we needed it by today and they said it might not make it for the promo.”

Tessa shrugged, “It’s fine, Uncle Paul. These costumes are… uh. Okay, so they’re not that great, so what? The costume’s not everything, right? I got this.” She turned back toward the changing booth and poked her head inside.

“Jeez, Emma, aren’t you ready yet?” She groaned.

“This… this just isn’t what I had in mind, Tessa!” Emma complained. “It’s nothing like what we talked about!”

“I get it, but look! I gotta wear it, too! We both go out there and look ridiculous together!” She said, grabbing her cousin by the arm.

Emma looked up at her and shook her head. “I just… I don’t know what to think.”

“Look at it this way - you can’t look any more ridiculous than Wendy!” Tessa said.

Emma couldn’t help but chuckle. “How did she even get a job here, anyway?”

“She told me she followed us into the building. Said she lied about having an interview here.” Said Tessa, “I don’t know how she did it, but I guess McLeary told her he liked her energy.”

The two stared at one another for a moment before they shared a laugh.

“Now put that helmet on and let’s go out there!” Tessa said, pulling on Emma’s arm.

Emma let out a yelp, her cousin yanking her to her feet.

“Okay, okay! Fine!” She conceded, “At least we’ll still get to wrestle!”

“That’s the spirit!” Paul said. “You make your debut, you get out there and you show them how it’s done! Let’s go!”

The jumbotron lit up once again with Wendy chasing down the rotund man in his suit.

“Mr. Falstaff! Mr. Falstaff!” She called.

The man turned and smiled at her crookedly. “Oh, miss Wendy, please, call me John.”

“Oh, uh, alright, John! I hear you’ve come back to MWE because you have something up your sleeve!” Wendy began, “Do you care to elaborate?”

“Care? Me? Not at all! Listen closely, miss Wendy, for tonight before the end I shall show the world that not only will Hemlock be forever dethroned but it shall be by none other than my hands!” He said, throwing his hands up in laughter. Wendy looked horrified, putting a claw over her mouth.

“No! You wouldn’t!”

John Falstaff jerked his head back toward her with such energy it caused the wurm to rear back.

“I would! You see, dear Wendy - I have trained yet more wrestlers! My mistake before was only ever using one such vassal, but this time Hemlock will have to face two of my terrible titans! Ha! Haha!”

“But… Mr. Falstaff! Mr. Falstaff?” Wendy said, tapping the man on the shoulder, interrupting his triumphant laughter.

“What is it, woman?!” He bellowed, turning back to her. Wendy flinched back before clearing her throat.

“But Hemlock won’t be fighting them alone, Mr. Falstaff. She has Ipecac, her partner?” She pointed out. John Falstaff stood still for a moment, the gears in his head turning as he processed this information. After a moment his eyes blinked wildly.

“P-p-partner? Hemlock has a partner?!” He stammered.

“Uh-huh!” Wendy nodded.

“That’s ludicrous! Ridiculous! Preposterous! A farce!” He hollered, waddling his way down the hall, shaking a fist up at the air to emphasize every word.

Wendy turned back to the camera and shrugged.

<Doublepost!

“Hey, uh… for what it’s worth, you two did good out there considering.” Paul said, patting Emma on the shoulder. “I got a call saying your real costumes will be in before your match starts.

“I just can’t believe it…” Emma sighed, picking up her phone and taking a seat on the couch. “Yeah, Uncle Paul, damage was already done! We dress up like this and that was the voice we get?” Tessa complained, tossing her helmet onto the seat next to her cousin.

“What, it’s what they told me to do!” Paul shrugged.

“But it was… so bad!” Tessa shot back.

“No… it was great!” Emma said, perking up. Both Paul and Tessa turned to the raiju as she pulled her helmet straight up off her head.

“What?!”

“Look at this!” She said, pushing her phone up at them. Their debut had already become viral on MWE’s website with people commenting that it was the funniest thing they had seen next to Dumbelle and Barbelle’s antics.

“Yeah, so?” Tessa said. “We’re not a couple of clowns!”

“True, but don’t you see? People liked it! If it makes them happy that’s good enough for me!” Emma replied confidently.

Paul shook his head, “Alright, but what about the cool wrestlers you wanted to be? You gonna forget about that?”

“We’re getting these new costumes soon, right? Well, I was thinkin’ we could just make use of the ones we got! Here’s the plan!”

The Shock Mistress and Stormtrooper VS

A. Onignac and Gimlet

B. Barracuda and Devilray

C. Notre Dom and Victor Hugo

What do you do? (1d20)

<Man, been waiting to use those pics for months now!

I hope you guys enjoy them as much as I did making them.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>382940

B need to play up those elemental strengths, and for that they need to act the fool in their shitty costumes before removing them in their finisher, the final solution and grab victory by the pussy

Rolled 13 (1d20)

A. Let’s fight onignac and Gimlet and crush them beneath an iron boot. Let’s make it clear we’re gunning straight for hemlock and her crew.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>382940

Fight the oni and her partner.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>382940

Barracuda and Devilray. I want to see some heel on heel action.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>382940

>>382989

I like this. It seems like a fun twist. Start with a slow burn where they act like doofuses and restrict themselves to simple technical wrestling. Then partway through they get serious and reveal their true power real costumes and start pulling out the special moves.

Also still kind of like the idea of Emma being a total ditz outside the ring and a Godhand inside it. poor thing

Really spoiling us with the art lately too. Loving it.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>383043

What have you done?! OP I change my vote, I’m gonna save this role

>>383085

R.I.P. Emma

>>383043

It isn't fair to count this as a role for how the match actually goes since we don't even know who we're fighting yet.

“Wow, it’s been one crazy match after another, Reg.” Mitch said, wiping his forehead with a towel.

“It sure has, Mitch and we’re not even close to being done! This is a nonstop buffet of beat downs!” Replied Reggie. “I hope you’ve got good cholesterol!”

Mitch shook his head, “I don’t know how much more I can take! Can’t we get just one normal match?”

In that instant out on the stage came two small wrestlers. The lights went out in the arena, leaving only the stage lights to silhouette the two.

“UP YOURS, SAINT MONICA! HAHA!” One of them shouted, throwing up the horns with both hands.

The arena was filled with booes, people shouting all kinds of rude things at the two when their music began to play.

“Wow, talk about bad guys. These two have no respect!” Said Mitch.

“No respect at all!” Wendy parroted.

“I like ‘em!” Reggie contradicted. “They really got the crowd riled up!”

“Yeah, well they better watch it. You never know who’ll be in the ring!” Wendy snapped back.

The two of them rushed down the ramp, Devilray leading the way. Once they were in the ring they immediately began to harass the ref, the little bullies pushing him around in circles, Devilray grinning ear to ear while Barracuda remained stone faced. They spun him around until he gave up his mic and stumbled out of the ring.

Devilray snatched it up, her smile widening. “Hello there… losers! Ha! Looks like I was right about little ol’ Lucy and the clown brigade! I’m two for three! Oh and what about Hemlock? Well, she’s on her way, I promise you that!”

Before Devilray could continue a bell rang out and smoke billowed in from the stage. Thunder clapped and lightning ran across the jumbotron. The two little wrestlers watched in silent horror as something stirred in the smoke. A moment later two identical wrestlers emerged, still wearing their helmets.

“It’s the Thunder Warriors - Shock Mistress and Stormtrooper!” Wendy cheered. “You know, I’ve been wondering who they are.”

Reggie and Mitch looked at one another for a moment and shook their heads.

“They’re bad guys, too, y’know.” Said Mitch.

“I know, I know, but they’re not THAT bad, right?” She replied.

“Oh, no, I mean, it is kinda odd that they would team up with the Freedom Fighters…” Mitch admitted.

“We’ll talk about that later, look!” Reggie pointed.

The two climbed under the ropes and stood opposite of their opponents. Devilray looked to Barracuda who shook her head.

“HA! Look at you couple o’ bozos, you belong in one o’ Dumbelle’s routines!” She derided them. “You two think you stand any chance against us?”

The two helmed heels crossed their arms and remained silent, the black slits of their helmets staring straight through the little devil. Devilray gulped, her eye twitching.

“You think you’re better than us?! WELL?! DO YA?!”

The two still remained silent, Shock Mistress turning to her partner and giving a nod before moving to the outside of the ropes.

Devilray growled with frustration, stomping over to the ropes where the ref was hiding. She grabbed him by the collar, shoving the mic into his gut. “START THE MATCH, IT’S ON! BARRACUDA, YOU’RE UP FIRST!”

“Wow, looks like the silent treatment gets little Devilray all flustered!” Reggie laughed.

“I’d be careful if I were them, that devil is more trouble when she’s angry!” Mitch warned. Wendy pounded her hands on the table.

“The Thunder Warriors can do it! I believe in them!”

Ding ding!

<Doublepost!

Rolled 6, 18 = 24 (2d20)

>>383292

COMMENCE THE BLITZKRIEG

Rolled 6, 13 = 19 (2d20)

>>383292

Emma electaweasel is going to JUST the other wrestlers even though they're going to try a 2 on 1 on our innocent raiju. And she's going to hit (and shock) those two so hard their granddaughters are gonna be retarded.

>>383292

Giving you a well deserved you, but I think my voting privileges have been revoked for a bit.

> The die has been cast.

That just means something really horrible is going happen later, doesn't it? Is someone from the much deadlier Cathy storyline going to recognize Tessa on TV thus setting in motion an unfortunate series of events?

The Shock Mistress entered the ring, the lights on her clothes flashing as she made her way over to the sahuagin pinning her partner. Devilray attempted to pull the coat off her head, but the strong static The Shock Mistress had left on it clung to her like glue. She stumbled over to the ropes, pulling with all her might, but it was useless.

Barracuda looked up to see the raiju standing over her. The next thing she knew the thunder weasel knelt down and put a hand on her shoulder, a jolt of electricity shooting through her down into the raiju underneath and back up again.

Sparks popped before The Shock Mistress took the fish girl by the shoulder and flung her off her partner, the sahuagin hitting the mat with a loud pop.

“Emms…?” Said Tessa, slowly taking the helmet off.

“Stay down, I got this.” The Shock Mistress ordered. Tessa rubbed her chin and forced a smile, “Not like I got much of a choice.”

The Shock Mistress stood up and turned to find Barracuda attempting to help Devilray escape the wrath of her overcoat. It looked pretty funny all things considered - the little devil trying to pry it off while the sahuagin had a hold of it with both hands standing sideways off the ropes.

Guess I should help them, The Shock Mistress mused, a grin on her lips.

She strut her way over, taking her time much to the amusement of the crowd. When she finally reached the two she took hold of the coat, yanking it off the devil before letting go. Devilray fell to her knees while Barracuda hit the mat with the coat still in hand, quickly finding that she couldn’t let go of it. The crowd was laughing now, The Shock Mistress taking the little devil by the hair and pulling her to the center of the ring.

“Ow ow, watch it will ya?” Devilray hollered. She quickly found herself between her opponent’s legs, the raiju readying her for a piledriver. The Shock Mistress held up her hands to the crowds, sparks popping off them. The lights on her clothes lit up brighter than ever as she grabbed Devilray by the waist.

In one fluid motion she flipped the devil up and fell to her knees.

Whump! POP!

Sparks flew out as Devilray fell onto her belly.

“Wow, The Shock Mistress isn’t fooling around now!” Said Mitch, nudging Reggie.

“Yeah, she’s super strong! I don’t think those two ever stood a chance!” Wendy added, using her tail to join in on nudging their co-host.

Reggie crossed his arms and grumbled under his breath while the two continued to prod him.

Barracuda rushed The Shock Mistress from behind. While the fish girl’s arms were still stuck together she used them to take out the raiju’s legs. Down Shock Mistress went, landing on her back with another pop, the sahuagin throwing her whole body at her.

Wham!

Emma gasped. The force behind her opponent’s small frame packed quite a punch and had left her fighting for breath. This sahuagin didn’t know how to hold back at all! The ref had come over and was about to start counting when Emma took a deep breath.

The static that built up inside her burst and threw Barracuda off her, sending her back towards the corner of the ring.

Back on her feet, Emma saw the sahuagin catch herself on the ropes, her back against the turnbuckle.

A. Finish her on your own?

B. Get Tessa back on her feet and end this together?

(1d20, no advantage)

<Feel free to describe/name the kind of finisher they might have! (We had Final Solution from earlier)

>>383477

<No no, keep voting/rolling!

I'm still deciding, honestly. I like your idea, but I also kinda want to keep these two things relatively separate.At least, story wise.

<Sorry for the short post, guys, I'll try to do better next post.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>383545

>B.

Slap the shit out of Tessa till she gets up then tell her to help you dual power bomb her ass

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>383545

B. Rouse Emma to battle. Finish these fish brains with the Final Solution

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>383545

It's not a FINAL SOLUTION if it's just Emma. Get Tessa back into this and fry these flouncing fishbrains but good. FINAL SOLUTION is best as a submission. Reverse figure 4 so that the electaweasels can put on a light show the crowd can see while they're finishing things

>>383571

Forgot to mention Emma and Tessa are going to be doing this as a team so that both Barracuda and Devil Ray get the business.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>383571

I second this option for the FINAL SOLUTION

“That Barracuda’s one tough cookie, huh?” Said Wendy. Both Mitch and Reggie hummed in agreement.

“Yeah, she hasn’t given up just yet, but what about her partner Devilray?” Mitch asked.

“Forget about her, what about Stormtrooper?” Replied Reggie.

“I think Shock Mistress must have heard you!” Wendy answered, “Looks like she’s trying to get her up!”

“Come on, Tessa!” Emma pleaded, taking the helmet off her cousin. “Let’s finish this, together!”

Tessa stirred, “Come on, five more minutes.” She groaned.

“Hey now, we’re in a match!” Emma countered, pulling her up by the arms.

“Alright, alright, ow!” Tessa yelped, holding her neck. “That bitch of a fish really did a number on me.”

“Then let’s do a number on her!” Said Shock Mistress, letting her partner stand on her own.

Tessa took out her own cap and put it on before tossing her overcoat aside. “Our Final Solution to our problems, huh? Might as well look the part.” She said, revealing that she, too had her real costume underneath. The two raijus’ lights flashed and sparkled together when they turned to face down their opponents, dazzling the crowd.

Barracuda had also gotten her partner Devilray back on her feet. The little devil looked miffed, pointing a finger their way.

“You think you’re hot shit just ‘cause you took off those dumb helmets?! You two are gonna get it now!”

The raiju looked at one another and grinned.

“Well come on then, pipsqueak!” Tessa beckoned her, “Come give it to us!”

“Alright, Barracuda! Let’s show them our Jet Stream Slam!” Devilray shouted.

The two rushed them without a second thought, Devilray going for Stormtrooper while Barracuda charged Shock Mistress.

Both jumped at their opponents, only for the two raiju to catch them mid air.

“WHAT?!” The little devil shouted, “This wasn’t the plan at all!”

“Sorry, girls, we got our own plans!” Shock Mistress hollered back. “We’re goin’ to win those belts!”

“Oh my God, it’s a reversal!” Shouted Mitch as both Shock Mistress and Stormtrooper hoisted their counterparts up onto their shoulders.

“They’re- they’re turning it into a double powerbomb!” Reggie declared.

WHAM, WHAM!

The duo of the deep were slammed onto their backs, the two raiju quickly twisting and tangling their legs together and pulling back. Both Devilray and Barracuda yelped and squirmed, unable to resist the two raijus’ superior strength. The lights on their clothes sparkled as they zapped their opponents turned prey, the whole arena becoming a technicolor strobe light.

“They powerbombed them into a double figure four!” Wendy shouted, throwing her hands up in the air.

Both parties fought for control, Barracuda and Devilray trying to break free while the Thunder Warriors kept them in their holds.

Barracuda attempted to pull herself free, only for Shock Mistress to yank back, causing her to wince. Beside her, Stormtrooper was really letting Devilray have it, twisting her legs more. The little devil howled in pain, rearing back, desperate to loosen her tormentor’s grip.

Tessa gritted her teeth, tightening her hold on Devilray.

After a few more squeezes, the little devil let out a cry and slapped her hand on the mat.

Ding ding ding!

<Doublepost!

“And Devilray taps out!” Mitch announced. “WOO! WOO-YEAH!” Wendy cheered, knocking the table over in a fit of joy, startling her co-hosts.

“Wow, Wendy, you were really into this match, huh?” Asked Mitch, inching away from the wurm’s carnage.

“Yep! Shock Mistress and Stormtrooper really showed those two meanie monster munchkins!” She answered.

Mitch looked to Reggie who shrugged. “Well, looks like the Thunder Warriors are gonna be moving on to the next match no problem!”

“Oh yeah! I gotta go interview them!” The wurm yipped, hopping out of her chair and slithering away.

“She’s somethin’ else, huh, Mitch?” Reggie teased.

Emma lended her cousin a shoulder, walking her back through the halls when Wendy appeared, rushing right up to them with mic and cameraman in tow.

“Shock Mistress! Stormtrooper! Wow, that was something else! Your first victory and a submission no less!” Wendy said.

The two raiju cousins looked at one another and smiled anxiously. Tessa forced herself to stand upright, putting on a tough face, while Emma donned her Shock Mistress look - a forced domineering expression she was still workshopping.

“Thanks, Wendy.” She replied, “As for Barracuda and Devilray, it was a pleasure.” The Shock Mistress purred, looking right into the camera.

“Wow, so you guys have teamed up with the Freedom Fighters. What made you pick them over say… someone like Cannibal Hannah and Meatgrinder?” Asked Wendy.

“Oh, you know…” Shock Mistress started, thinking it over for a moment before Stormtrooper stepped forward.

“We don’t trust scumbags like her. She would stab us in the back as soon as she got a chance.” She answered.

“She’s right. Those two are rough around the edges and not in the fun way.” Shock Mistress added, attempting to sound sultry.

“Well alright!” Wendy beamed, “I can’t wait to see you two in your next match!”

Off she went, slithering off as fast as she had appeared.

“Do you think she recognized us…?” Emma asked, helping her cousin back onto her shoulder.

“Ha, that airhead? Not a chance. She probably thinks we’re working in the back somewhere.” Tessa laughed.

“Well, Reggie, I have to say that match did not last very long all things considered.” Said Mitch.

“No, it really didn’t, but you know what? I have to hand it to those two electrifying minxy minks, they went up against those two tiny tyrants and came away with a win.” Reggie replied.

“Great alliteration, Reggie.” Wendy added.

“What did you think, Wendy?” Mitch asked.

The wurm smiled. “That match was short but sweet, like a twinkie!”

Mitch laughed. “Couldn’t have said it any better. Coming up shortly, our next match is going to be between…”

A. Notre Dom and Victor Hugo VS Verde Gigante and Chris Cruz

B. Cannibal Hannah and Meatgrinder VS Onignac and Gimlet

C. Any match up you’d rather see between these teams.

<Gonna try to vary up the matches a little.

Thinkin' of a ladder match.

>>383922

>Spoiler

DO EEET

Also, picking A because neither of those two have had anything written about them relative to the others.

>>383922

A. We gotta get to the gargirl eventually.

<bumping for more votes.

<Votes will be final tomorrow

>>383954

>>383955

<Two votes for team Gargirl vs team Orgelord

B

“The stone-cold killers, Notre Dom and Victor Hugo and the Pre-game Masters, Onignac and Gimlet!” Mitch announced.

“Let’s hope the clowns don’t muck it up again.” Reggie sneered.

Wendy nodded, “I don’t like clowns…” She muttered.

“Well, it’s a good thing we won’t have to deal with them because here comes Notre Dom and Victor Hugo!” Mitch announced, turning to the wurm. He was greeted by an empty seat, much to his surprise.

“She- she Houdini’d us again!” He yelped.

Reggie took off his sunglasses and stared at the vacant chair in disbelief.

Soon enough Wendy was on the jumbotron rushing over to the two wrestlers.

“She’s… really fast.” Reggie conceded. Mitch rubbed his eyes and looked to the few crewmen around the announcer’s table. They shrugged.

“Hey there, Notre Dom! Victor Hugo! Tonight’s been one crazy match after another, are you guys ready for it?” The wurm asked.

Notre Dom gave her a toothy grin and took Victor Hugo by the arm, pulling him into her embrace.

“Oh Wendy, you’re such a witty wurm!” She laughed.

“I am?” Asked Wendy, unsure of what she meant.

“Of course! Of course we’re ready for it! We’re ready for anything! The question is can that beer binging brigand and her little man hope to last even one minute in the ring with us?”

She said, giving Victor a squeeze. The man gave an uncomfortable smile, “Y-yeah, she couldn’t even take those two clowns, right master?” He stammered.

Notre Dom eyed him sullenly. “Right you are, my little doll, but who gave you permission to talk?”

Victor looked ashamed, attempting to turn away from her.

“Perhaps you will need some discipline later?” The gargoyle offered, her lips turned up in a wicked smile.

His eyes lit up as he turned back to her, only to be interrupted by Wendy before he could even speak.

“Wow, you guys remind me of my parents!” The wurm blurted out, “Sorry, but that’s all the time we got, you got a match to go win!” She said, slithering off.

Both wrestlers stifled their laughter as she made her way down the hall.

A side door flew open and out stumbled the blue oni herself, Gimlet holding her up on one side and a bottle of whiskey on the other.

“Oh, hi there, Wendy!” Onignac bellowed, catching sight of the wurm.

“Onignac! Are you okay?” Asked Wendy, pointing at the bottle.

“Ah’m fine! How’re you?” The oni replied, taking a swig.

Wendy gave them both a confused smile, “I’m good…?”

Gimlet shook his head. “She’s just needing some booze in her is all. Bein’ tied up in that room for so long got her ‘sober,’ or so she says.”

“But it was only a few minutes.” Wendy pointed out.

“LIKE I SAID, SOBER!” Onignac hollered through the halls. She downed half the bottle before covering her mouth, letting out a surprisingly quiet burp for an oni.

“Well, if you say so! How do you plan on going up against Notre Dom?” Wendy asked.

“Don’t you worry, Wendy! Inna few minutes this’ll kick in and Ah’ll be unstoppable!” Onignac replied.

“Wow, maybe I should try that sometime!” Said Wendy.

Gimlet shook his head, “I don’t recommend it. She goes through so much hooch it’d kill even a wurm like you.”

“Oh come on, Gimmie Gimmie! She’s a wurm! She can handle it!” Onignac said, shoving the bottle into Wendy’s free hand.

“Y-yeah! I can handle it!” Wendy mimicked, taking a drink of what was left in the bottle.

Immediately she went into a coughing fit, turning away from the camera.

“Wow… I didn’t think you’d be that much of a lightweight.” Gimlet admitted, stroking his beard.

“I… just don’t… drink much!” Wendy hacked and coughed, trying to catch her breath.

Onignac took the bottle back and looked at it. After a moment she began laughing.

“It’s only eighty proof, Wen!” She chuckled. Wendy attempted to laugh with her, coughing as she pounded her chest.

“I think… anyone who can… handle that stuff… can handle Notre Dom!” She choked out.

“Oh, you betcha!” The oni said, giving her a thumbs up.

<Doublepost!

The arena was darkened again when Notre Dom and Victor Hugo appeared on stage, what few lights there were had cast their shadows against the walls behind them. They stood as still as statues while the music built up and erupted with brass, the two acting like they were breaking free from their shackles.

They sprint down the ramp and leapt into the ring, Victor kneeling before Notre Dom, both holding their arms out to their cheering fans.

Their music was cut short when suddenly another song came on.

The lights went to the stage, but no one was there.

“That’s Onignac and Gimlet’s song.” Mitch noted.

“So where are they?” Asked Reggie.

“There! There they are!” Wendy pointed out, startling the two with her sudden reappearance.

The lights turned to the crowds on the opposite side of the arena where Onignac and Gimlet were stumbling their way towards the ring, stopping to give high fives to audience members and acknowledging their fans as they went. Eventually they made it into the ring, Onignac having to help Gimlet roll up into it.

Whether or not it was part of their act, the audience didn’t care, they cheered when the two got in and stood proudly.

The ref came over and began questioning the oni, but she shoved him aside and approached her opponents.

“You guys think you’re so hot up here in your leather belts and your innuendos and your bullshit! Well, let me tell you somethin’, nothin’ hotter than a man with a beer in his hand!” She shouted, turning to the crowd.

There were roars and whistling from the fans, Onignac egging them on.

“Ha! Is that what you think, rotgut? A man needs who craves discipline, that’s what monsters really need!” She shouted.

Immediately the lights went out and the Jumbotron came on. It was Temet once again, beside her was McLeary and Claudia being whipped by her Anubis servant Rashi.

“I couldn’t agree more, Notre Dom.” The mummy queen laughed.

“A conversation for another time, however. I’ve decided to change things up once again! You see, I’m feeling rather merciful, so I’m willing to release one of my two prisoners here. The winner gets to choose which one! But that’s not all… this is not a normal match! Rashi has told me of another kind of match you peasants like to participate in.”

A single light lit up the ring, a key dangling from a hook high above it. Below, now in the center of the ring was a ladder laying on its side.

“She tells me you call it a ladder match! Hahaha!” Laughed Temet, the jumbotron turning off.

Ding Ding!

Who makes the first move? (1d20)

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>384230

Notre dom and victor hugo trash talk onigac and gimlet and call them lightweights. They also win the match in record time.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>384241

I'm going to add to this, but Onigac and Gimlet are going to CRITICAL Notre Dom and Victor Hugo a la Firepro wrestling in record time.

>>384250

And I thought my roll was bad. Notre Dom and victor Hugo for the win!

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>384230

I like the dichotomy between the straightforward femdom of Notre Dom and the blue collar egalitarian "nothin’ hotter than a man with a beer" attitude of Onignac (it's kind of chivalrous in a weird way). Since the dice already fucked the oni maybe you can work that into the fight somehow. Like Onignac does something to protect her little "Gimmie Gimmie" which loses her the fight.

> “Wow, you guys remind me of my parents!”

Wendy!

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>384230

rolling in favor of onignac and gimlet

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>384230

rolling to save onignac and gimlet

Immediately Onignac rushed towards the ladder, grabbing it by the foot and pulling it to her side of the ring. Both Notre Dom and Victor chased after her, taking hold of the top of the ladder. The three fought over it, Onignac holding her own against both opponents.

Gimlet rushed around behind the two and struck them in the back of their legs, causing them both to stumble and fall back.

“Haha! Take that!” He laughed, only for the ladder to bonk him on top of his head. He fell on top of Notre Dom’s belly, knocking the wind out of her.

“You little bastard! How dare you touch my master!” Victor bellowed, pulling the bearded manlet off his gargoyle partner and tossing him across the ring.

“Gimmie!” Onignac shouted, throwing the ladder aside. She grabbed Victor and using all her strength she threw him over the ropes and out onto the arena floor. The oni roared, the crowds cheering with her before she went to check on Gimlet. Onignac knelt down and picked her pint sized partner up, putting him back on his feet. Gimlet furrowed his brow, “What the hell are ya doin’? You could have gotten up that ladder and won this!” He barked.

She rubbed his head and smiled, “Oh, thank God you’re alright!”

“Wow, now that’s something else, huh guys?” Said Mitch, “Onignac was really concerned for her partner!”

Wendy sighed happily, “It must be nice to have someone to care for like that!”

Reggie shook his head and groaned. “You both do know Gimlet has a brewery, right?”

“Shut up, Reg!” Shouted Mitch.

“Yeah, shut up, Reg!” Wendy parroted. “So what if he owns a brewery, maybe that’s all they need! Love and a brewery!”

“Whoa, ease up there, Wen.” Said Mitch, sinking back to Reggie’s side of the table.

The wurm sighed. “I wish I had a brewery…”

“You can’t even handle alcohol.” Said Reggie.

“Nevermind that, look! Notre Dom has the ladder! She’s already started climbing!” Mitch shouted, redirecting the two’s attention.

The two brawling boozers charged the ladder, Onignac going for Notre Dom while Gimlet went for the ladder itself. The blue oni knocked her gargoyle opponent off the rungs, sending her careening down onto the mat with a slam. Gimlet took the ladder, turning it his way so he could start climbing.

“You got this, Gimlet!” Onignac shouted up to him while she lifted Notre Dom off the floor and chucked her back down.

Suddenly she was grabbed from behind by Victor.

“Looks like Victor’s back! He’s trying to put Onignac in a headlock!” Said Reggie.

“He’s gonna have to climb her shoulders for that!” Mitch added.

Wendy pointed at the gargoyle, “No, look! He’s setting her up for something!”

Notre Dom grabbed the other side of the oni, both her and Victor restraining her arms. With their combined strength the two wrestlers managed to throw Onignac backwards to the mat.

WHUMP!

“Oooh! What a head-knocker!” Shouted Reggie.

“That wasn’t the end of it!” Said Wendy. “Look!”

Before Onignac could bounce back, Victor got to his feet and helped Notre Dom up.

Together they embraced one another before he lifted the gargoyle up by her hips, holding her high up above his head so that she could spread her arms like wings.

“Whoa, whoa, what are they doing now?” Asked Mitch.

Reggie, snapped his fingers, “It looks like-”

“Victor and Notre Dom are going for a Flying Buttress!” Wendy hollered, jumping up from the table.

At once Victor tossed Notre Dom up. Up she went, hanging in the air for a moment with her arms outstretched before twisting and crashing down onto Onignac with her elbow.

WHAM!

“O-hohoh! Right in the gut!” Reggie cheered. “ONIGNAC!” Gimlet shouted from the ladder.

“Just- Just keep going, Gimmie! Ugh!” She cried, Notre Dom, twisting around and putting her in an armbar. The blue oni wheezed, unable to fight back against Notre Dom’s onslaught.

“Win it for us!”

Gimlet took a sharp breath and nodded, scrambling up to the top of the ladder. Down below, Victor was now ascending the opposite side after him. He was faster, but Gimlet had a head start. He got to the top of the ladder and stood on the final step, reaching up for the key.

Not close enough, he thought. He stood up on his toes, straining to grab at it. Still, he could not reach it.

“Wait a minute…” Mitch said, rubbing his chin.

“What is it, Mitch?” Wendy asked.

“Isn’t… Gimlet-”

“HAHA! OH BOY!” Laughed Reggie. “HE CAN’T REACH THE KEY!”

Gimlet’s face was red and sweating, his arms extended as far as they could go. With the tip of his finger he just barely swiped at the key, only brushing the teeth.

“Looks like you came up short, smallfry!” Victor shouted, grabbing him by the wrist and throwing him off the ladder. Gimlet landed on his back, bouncing off the mat with a grunt before slumping his head down in defeat.

<Doublepost! Forgot to post Onignac and Gimlet's song, sorry for any others I've forgotten!

“Victor did it! He pulled through and claimed the… uh… victory!” Wendy cheered.

“Yeah he did! That means Notre Dom and Victor Hugo are one step closer to the final showdown!” Mitch added.

“Which means Onignac and Gimlet LOSE! HA!” Reggie jeered, slapping the top of the table.

“I still feel bad for them… Gimlet was trying really hard there.” Wendy sighed.

Reggie grinned, “Oh well, life’s too short to worry about that! Ha! On to the next match!”

Mitch sighed and shook his head, “You know Gimlet could kick your ass.” He muttered.

“I know he can! He’ll have to bring his step stool, though!” Reggie laughed.

“You might need to put a helmet on first.” Said Mitch.

“Oh, why’s that?” Reggie asked sarcastically.

“Because your head’s so far up your ass! HA!” Wendy finished, Mitch turning to her to slap a high-five.

“Oh! I had better go interview those two!” Wendy said, pushing back from the table. Mitch grabbed her hand before she could go.

“Hold up! Hold up, Wendy! I’ve been wondering something…”

“Yeah!” Said Reggie, “How the hell do you keep disappearing and reappearing like that?”

“I don’t have time to explain! I really gotta go, guys!” Wendy said, trying to slip out of Mitch’s grip.

“No way, just give us the quick answer!” Mitch demanded.

The lights in the arena went dim when suddenly Wendy had escaped Mitch’s hold on her. The light from the jumbotron came on, revealing the wurm had once again vanished and was now in the halls backstage.

“Notre Dom! Notre Dom, Victor Hugo! Wow, that was something else!” She said, catching up with the two wrestlers. “Did you guys think it’d go down this way?”

Victor Hugo looked to his ‘master,’ who was thinking over the question. “Truth be told, Wendy… I’m not so certain we would have won had it been a traditional match.”

“You did win, though!” Said Wendy. “So now that you have that key, who are you going to release?”

The two wrestlers looked at one another and laughed.

“Oh, we’re releasing poor Claudia. She may be a bicorn but between her and McLeary she doesn’t deserve that kind of treatment.” Notre Dom laughed.

Wendy smiled, not really understanding their meaning. She turned to the camera and shrugged, clearing her throat.

“So the fans want to know, does winning prove anything between your uh… discipline and Onignac’s uh… Eg… Egalit-”

“Egalitarian nature,” Notre Dom offered.

“That one!” Wendy cheered.

“Onignac and Gimlet were good opponents.” The gargoyle replied, turning to brush a hand on Victor’s cheek.

“That being said, I find her outlook most interesting. Whether hers or mine - we all might have to find the answer ourselves.”

“Wow! Really?” Wendy asked, looking at Victor who was nodding furiously.

“You heard it here people! Do what you want, just don’t hurt your partner!” Wendy said, turning to the camera.

“Unless they want you to.” Notre Dom added with a wink.

“Not even then!” Wendy shot back.

“Maybe a little.” Victor suggested, the two wrestlers smiling at the flustered wurm.

“OKAY, BYE!” Wendy shouted, rushing down the hall.

As soon as the camera was off, Wendy appeared next to Mitch with a big smile, causing both her co-hosts to leap out of their chairs.

“There! She did it again!” Mitch yelped. “We need answers!”

“Alright people,” Wendy began, ignoring Mitch, “this next match’s gonna be Silver Slam Simian and Goldenboy going up against Verde Gigante and Chris Cruz. I hear this one is gonna be something else…”

A. Table Match.

B. Flag Match.

C. Strip Match.

<Sorry, guys, the Oni could not be saved! That just proves gargoyles are better:^)

>>384391

I’m not a wrestling officionado, what do each of the matches entail?

>>384392

<I knew I should have explained them, lol

<Table matches are simple, bunch of tables all over the arena (in or around the ring). Expect a lot of table based/table breaking moves. (Would be good for Silver Slam)

<Flag matches are from what I've read, never actually seen like capture the flag in the ring. Get your opponent's flag and take it back to your corner and raise it. If the ref doesn't see it it didn't count.

<Strip matches are also simple, rip your opponent's clothes off to their undergarments. Usually diva shit afaik but I think there's some potential for some good ol' monstergirl material.

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>>384394

Thanks. Doing a table match sounds fun. Can we also have a moment where verde gigante hits silver slam with a chair someone from the crowd throws in?

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>>384391

>Strip match with monsters

Yes/10

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>>384391

Strip Match absolutely

<Bumping for more votes.

<Votes will be locked tonight.

<1 A, 2 C

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>>384391

I feel like the right thing to do is to back up the table match vote, but the flesh is weak. I vote strip match.

I really liked the ladder match. It's nice to see the different monster girl interactions with their husbandus.

>"It must be nice to have someone to care for like that!"

right in the feels…

“I heard they’re going to have a strip match!” Wendy exclaimed, scratching her head. “What’s a strip match?” She asked, turning to Mitch.

“What? Haven’t you seen one?” Asked Mitch. The wurm shook her head.

“My friend Tessa would always turned off the TV when it came on!” Wendy pouted.

Reggie snickered, “What are you, a kid or something?”

“Sh-shut up!” Wendy shot back.

“Well, Wendy, a strip match is… uh… just watch and you’ll see!” Explained Mitch.

“Yeah, Wen, even you’ll understand the appeal when you see it! Strip matches are pretty popular for men and monsters alike!” Reggie added.

“Wow, well what are we waiting for? Let’s get those wrestlers out here!” Wendy replied, standing up from her seat. Mitch gave Reggie a nod and the two of them grabbed her.

The wurm let out a yelp, “wha-what are you guys doing? Stop!” She thrashed her tail about, stopping only when it might have hurt her co-hosts.

“We wanna know how you keep moving around so fast!” Reggie shouted, restraining her arms.

“Just tell us and we’ll let ya go!” Mitch promised, hugging her tail tightly to keep her from running away.

“I-I gotta go interview them, guys! Can’t we talk about this later?” Wendy whimpered.

“No way! Tell us!” Reggie demanded.

The wurm gasped when the jumbotron came on, Silver Slam and Golden Boy came walking down the hallway. They walked passed the camera, the lens turning to show they had stopped in front of another Wendy.

Both Reggie and Mitch’s jaws dropped while the Wendy they had a hold of moaned pathetically.

“What the hell?” Said Reggie.

Before either one could ask, the wurm on screen started talking.

“Silver Slam! Golden Boy! Wow, I’m like, your biggest fan and not just in size!” She laughed, proud of her own joke. Silverslam laughed with her, slapping her on the shoulder.

“Glad to hear that, Wendy! It’s great to be here, but you know something?” The kakuen started.

“What’s that?” Asked Wendy.

“Golden Boy and I gotta score to settle. I know Onignac and I haven’t had the best history, but tonight I’m gonna extend the olive branch by putting the hurt on Chris Cruz and Verde for both of us! That man and his ogre are a menace and it's up to Golden Boy and me to bring them to JUSTICE!”

Wendy’s eyes sparkled at the kakuen’s little speech, nearly squealing after she finished.

“I can’t wait to see it! I hear it’s going to be a strip match, are you worried?” She asked.

“Us? Worried?” Golden Boy replied, “As if those two could even touch us!”

“Oh, really?” A muffled voice replied. Wendy and the two wrestlers looked around confused when suddenly something busted through the wall behind them.

<Doublepost!

When the dust cleared it was Chris Cruz and Verde Gigante standing opposite of their opponents.

“You two think you’re untouchable, huh? Well, you better keep on your toes, then! Right Verde?” Said Chris, patting the ogre on the back. She remained silent, staring down at Silver Slam and Golden Boy.

The two stared daggers at Chris, unwilling to be intimidated.

“Wow! Verde and Chris!” Wendy said, shaking the dust off herself. “I’m glad you’re here! I’ve been wanting to see you guys in action! How do you think the match is gonna go?”

Chris Cruz laughed, “You think it’ll end any other way than with those two on the mat in tatters?”

“Oh, you think so?” Golden Boy shot back.

“Yeah! You know what, we’re gonna take off more than just your clothes! We’re gonna strip away any hope you had of winning those belts!”

The three wrestlers began bickering at once, Verde keeping the two away from Chris with a stiff arm.

“Stop it, stop it, stop it! Hold on everyone, save it for the ring!” Wendy hollered, putting herself between them.

The four wrestlers gave each other the evil eye, Silver Slam and Golden Boy heading out first.

When the jumbotron turned off, Mitch and Reggie stared at the wurm suspiciously.

“Explain Wendy!” Reggie demanded.

Mitch let go of her tail and sat back down. “Yeah, Wendy, what the hell?”

Wendy sighed, “Okay, look, th-that’s my twin sister, Wendy!”

“Your twin sister who’s also named Wendy?” Asked Mitch.

“Wendy with an I,” the wurm corrected him.

“What, like, W-E-N-D-I?” Reggie spelled.

“No.” Wendy answered, “Oh! Look, here come the wrestlers!” She shouted, desperate to change the suspect.

“You’re not getting away that easily.” Said Reggie.

Silver Slam and Golden Boy came out on stage, now wearing a few extra layers of clothes over specially made two piece of their usual outfits. Silver Slam had a short skirt and shorts with a knotted shirt, while Golden Boy wore jeans and a t-shirt.

The crowd oo’d and ah’d as the two entered the ring.

“Looks like they’re ready yo get this show on the road!” Mitch said.

“Well yeah, aren’t you?” Reggie asked.

“I don’t really get it but I’m ready, too!” Cheered Wendy.

Down the ramp came Chris Cruz and Verde Gigante not a moment later. Chris had on a jacket and denim shorts while Verde wore a boiler suit, much to the crowd’s disappointment.

“So would someone tell me the rules already?” Wendy pleaded. “Why are they wearing clothes like that?”

“Shhh, just watch, Wendy.” Reggie teased. “You’ll see.”

Both Chris and Golden Boy took to their sides of the ring, leaving the kakuen with the ogre.

Who do you root for? What do they do? (1d20)

>>384544

<Thanks anon! It's okay, anon, I know the feels, too

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>>384704

>there are two Wendy’s

I’m actually shocked

I vote for Cruz and Verde. Slam and Boy will jump around the ring causing nothing but trouble for Verde and Cruz but Verde will get lucky and grab her tail. Once she does so she’ll swing her around and around while calling out “it’s all ogre now” and throwing her into Golden boy. In the process they’ll lose their clothes.

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>>384704

Have to go with Verde and Cruz because of the shrek pun potential as >>384709 pointed out. But after the monkey business, it's going to be guy vs. girl (for both Cruz and Golden boy) with everyone suffering some cloth-lateral damage.

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>>384704

Silver Slam and Golden Boy use their superior speed to avoid a dangerous head on clash with the Ogre and her man. Instead they dance around and peck away at the larger duo's outfits one layer at a time LOIK PEELIN' AN ONION!

Ding ding!

As soon as the bell rang Verde charged forward, her arms wide open. She made for a grab, but Silver Slam was too quick. The kakuen ducked under her arms and spun around behind her, booting her to the ropes. Golden Boy grabbed hold of her, hanging on as best he could while Silver Slam rushed in to grab hold of the zipper on the ogre’s boiler suit.

Verde roared, twisting to grab hold of both Silver Slam and Golden Boy. She shoved Golden Boy off the ring and grabbed hold of Silver Slam’s shirt, tearing it off in one clean motion, much to the enjoyment of the crowd.

Silver Slam hopped away, gaining as much distance as she could from her opponent.

“What’s wrong, Triple S? She’s just tryin’ to get you more comfortable!” Chris laughed from the ropes.

Silver Slam turned and rushed him, grabbing him by his jacket and hurling him into the ring at the ogre. Verde caught him and stumbled backward, falling onto the mat.

“I guess I thought it’d be more fun for her if a man was involved!” The kakuen quipped, yanking off his shorts and running away. She paraded them around the arena, the crowd going wild at the sight of them, leaving Chris in his boxers and the jacket.

“Wow, it’s a real back and forth, huh, Wendy?” Asked Mitch.

“Yeah, this is crazy! I’ve never seen anything like it!” She replied.

“I have!” Said another wurm sitting opposite of Reggie. Mitch turned back and forth comparing the two nearly identical monsters.

“Wendy, that’s your sister?” He whispered to the first.

“Yup! Wendy with an i!” She answered with a smile.

“How do you spell that?” Mitch inquired, pushing a pen and paper in front of her.

She thought about it for a time and scribbled for a few moments more.

After she was finished she pushed it back in front of Mitch.

When he looked down it read, Wenidy Weindy Wendiy Wendi? Windy?

After a few seconds he looked back up at the smiling wurm.

“You don’t know how to spell her name?” He whispered.

“No, do you?” She shot back.

“No! I don’t!” He replied.

“Well it’s Wendy with an i!” She insisted. “That’s what my mom called her!”

“Ten bucks said her dad wanted to name her that and her mom took it literally.” Joked Reggie, jabbing an elbow into Mitch’s side.

Wendi(?) smiled and waved at him.

Chris Cruz picked himself up off Verde, patting her on the shoulder. “Come on, girl, let’s show her what you’re made of!” He told her, helping her back to her feet.

The ogre stood to her feet and stared right at Silver Slam, Chris Cruz holding her back for a moment before letting her loose on the kakuen.

Thump thump thump, she stomped her way over, shaking the ring with each step. Verde went right, Silver Slam dodged left, the ogre swung back, the kakuen ducked under and leapt up onto her shoulders, holding Verde in a headlock while she grabbed for her Zipper again. When Verde reached up to grab her, Silver Slam swung around her, pulling the zipper all the way down while yanking the top off her sleeves, revealing her glistening green skin covered only by a tight tank top.

The crowd whistled and cheered while Verde hid her Gigantes.

“Wow, I never expected Verde to wear something so revealing!” Said Mitch, looking away.

“This is the first time I’d be rooting for Silver Slam, haha! Reggie cheered.

Both Wendys looked at one another, still not really sure what was happening.

<Doublepost!

Silver Slam pointed and laughed, ducking under another one of the ogre’s swipes. She jumped and knocked her mask off with a spinning backhand, revealing a red faced ogre.

Before Triple S could even land Verde grabbed her by the tail and twirled her around.

“PLAYTIME IS OGRE!” She roared, whipping Silver Slam down to the mat.

WHUMP!

“Verde is all ogre Silver Slam!” The two Wendys called out, reaching over their co-hosts to high-five one another. Both Mitch and Reggie groaned.

“I can’t believe it… now we have to deal with two of them…” Complained Reggie.

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much,” replied Mitch. “Oh wait, here comes Golden Boy!”

The gold glimmering wrestler slid under the ropes and charged forward, diving legs first under Verde and twisting. The ogre fell onto her back, Golden Boy was quick to grab hold of one of her pant legs. Silver Slam inched her away over, grabbing hold of the other leg. The two of them pulled together, Verde grabbing hold of her pants in a tug of war.

The sound of tearing cloth filled the ring when Golden Boy fell backwards, clutching the pant leg in both hands. He quickly recovered and presented the audience with it, the men roaring and cheering. When he turned back, Chris Cruz was on Silver Slam, pulling her off Verde and dragging her over to the ropes.

Golden Boy made for them but was stopped in his tracks by the ogre. She grabbed him by the shirt and ripped it off, throwing him to the mat. His pants were next, the ogre grabbing both legs and picking him up by them. He slipped out, falling to the ground, but Verde wasn’t done yet, she went down to the mat with him, ripping his undershirt for the whole arena to see.

“Wow! Talk about ogrekill!” Said Wendy. “Looks like Golden Boy’s chances of winning are ogre!” The other Wendy added.

Golden Boy struggled but it was useless, Verde had him under her weight. She had him in a one arm headlock, her free hand tearing at the last of his uniform, the pants.

“Looks like this is it for Golden Boy!” Reggie said.

“Verde is not someone you can just get away from,” Mitch agreed. “Wendys, what do you think?” He asked, looking to either of them. The two wurms had gone quiet, watching Verde pull off Golden Boy’s final layer with anticipation.

Mitch and Reggie exchanged glances before snapping their fingers in front of their own Wendys.

“Huh, wha-?” Both wurms shook their heads.

Verde stood and roared triumphantly, holding Golden Boy’s last piece of clothing, leaving him in his briefs. The arena boomed with monsters whistling and cheering.

“Looks like that’s it for Golden Boy!” Said Mitch, watching as the wrestler marched himself up the stage ramp unashamed.

“Hey, don’t forget about Silver Slam! She’s still in the game!” Said Wendy one.

“Yeah, she could still come out on top!” Wendy two added.

Chris Cruz had stuck the kakuen between the ropes and was attempting to pull off her skirt, but Silver Slam was putting up a fight. She even managed to get Chris tangled up next to her, her tail slapping him on his ass.

The kakuen slipped out and booted Chris out of the ring, turning to face Verde who was stomping her way over. The ogre threw Golden Boy’s shorts at Triple S, but the kakuen caught them and threw them right back in her face, blinding her.

Silver Slam hurried over, kicking Verde’s legs out from under her.

WHUMP! She went down, Silver Slam quicking yanking hard on the ogre’s final pant leg.

The boiler suit came off, leaving the gargantuan green girl turning redder and redder in the ring.

She ran off, escaping backstage, desperately trying to hide her goods.

<Triplepost!

“That just leaves Chris Cruz and Silver Slam!” Said Mitch. The two wrestlers were having a staring contest, Chris circling the outside of the ring while Silver Slam followed.

Finally he pulled himself up on one of the corners, dodging a grab from the kakuen and slamming her head into the turnbuckle. He then twisted her around,and pulled her arms behind the ropes, hopping into the ring. She jumped up to kick at him with both legs, only for him to catch her under his arm, holding her in place so he could get at her skirt again.

Her tail was her only defense, but it proved useless against Chris’s speed. He tore the skirt off and made short work of her shorts underneath.

DING DING DING!

Chris pulled Silver Slam off the ropes and hoisted her over his head, revealing her to the entire arena.

“THAT’S RIGHT!” He shouted to the crowds, walking to every corner to hold the embarrassed kakuen on display. When he circled the ring twice, he threw her to the mat with a grunt.

“Chris Cruz wins!” Reggie shouted, leaping from his chair. Wendi(?) smiled, “I had better get back to work!” She said, getting up and slithering off backstage.

“So, Wendy, when were you gonna tell us you had a twin sister?” Mitch asked.

“Yeah, Wen, what’s with all the secrecy?” Reggie chimed in.

“I-I wasn’t keeping a secret, honest! I thought you guys knew cuz you knew her name!” She replied, not bothering to look either of them in the eye.

“You’re both named Wendy! Or… kind of.” Mitch retorted.

“Nevermind that! Look!” Reggie pointed at the jumbotron.

It was Temet again and behind her was Rashi whipping McLeary who was chained to the wall.

The mummy queen laughed before waving a hand for the anubis to stop.

“That last match was certainly entertaining, was it not? I have decided to give each of the winners a moment of respite before the next event! What might that be you ask?” She said, taking hold of the ‘beaten’ Jacob McLeary’s chin.

“Why, I had heard from my new toy here that there is something called a Royal Rumble. I thought, how appropriate would it be that our remaining warriors fight among one another all at once for the right to face me? I’m sure some of you heathens may be familiar with this, but for those who are not, it’s simple really. One wrestler will enter the arena every two minutes. Each tag team will be separated but that gives them two chances at victory. As far as these little alliances go, they may choose to help one another or not, I do not care. So far the alliances are as follows…” Temet snapped her fingers and Rashi pulled out a scroll, clearing her throat.

“Hemlock and Ipecac have chosen to now ally themselves with Notre Dom and Victor Hugo.

Verde Gigante and Chris Cruz have allied themselves with Cannibal Hannah and Meatgrinder.

Monica Flare and Starstorm remain allies with The Shock Mistress and Stormtrooper.

Finally, Dumbelle and Barbelle remain ever devoted to the almighty Temet the Timeless, rightful ruler of this world!” The anubis declared, rolling the scroll back up and tucking it away. Temet smiled behind her wrappings. “Well, resist while you can, warriors. The road to victory is harsh, and friends must become enemies if you want total victory. The Royal Rumble begins in half an hour.”

Character select: Frankie, Emma, Lexi

How do you want to spend your half hour break? Battle plan? Relax and chat up the other wrestlers? Check up on any injuries? Build on some lore? Spend the time wisely!

>>384995

Let’s switch over to Frankie. We haven’t seen our freedom loving duo in a while. We should also talk strategy.

>>384995

Liking a switch to firecooter, and they should work on a battle plan with the electaweasels

>>384995

I kind of want to see what Dumbelle and Barbelle are getting up to before we transition to Frankie and the gang planning for the penultimate battle.

> First Name: "Wendy with an i"

kek. Yeah, sounds about right for a wurm mum

The jumbotron faded to black, a low humming sound playing in the dark arena.

“You got what I asked for…?” A hushed voice asked. There were several low pitched honks as the jumbotron lit up to reveal Dumbelle and Barbelle standing outside in the back alley. The two clowns wore overcoats on their colorful costumes and sunglasses in a comical attempt to hide their identity. Dumbelle pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to the person behind the camera.

“Good. Here’s what you asked for.” They replied, handing Barbelle a bag of balloons. She looked at them and smiled, handing them over to her partner.

Dumbelle stood rigidly holding out her hand and honked. “Right, right… here.” They replied, handing over a potato gun.

Dumbelle took it and inspected it, honking at her ‘client’ again, louder this time, clearly irritated.

“Alright, alright! Here! This is everything!” They said, plopping a bag of cement mix into Barbelle’s arms. Dumbelle gave a satisfied honk and placed both items on top of the cement bag in Barbelle’s arms, the poor clown’s knees wobbling under the weight.

The two clowns turned and walked away, honking as they went.

The TV turned off in the backroom, several of the remaining wrestlers going about their business for the next half hour. Frankie and David remained sitting on the couch across from Emma. David looked around the room to see if anyone was still there. When he was sure that they were alone, he sighed.

“This is crazy, Frankie! We get one match in and now it’s a Royal Rumble?” David groaned. Frankie slugged him in the arm, “Dummy, this is great! This is basically the semifinals and we made it! We just need a strategy here to secure a win.”

“I donno, it’s a little more complicated than a two on two match.” He replied.

“She’s right,” Emma said, “What we can do is work together to come out on top!”

“Right up until the end.” Tessa added, entering the room.

“You’re all forgetting one thing, though: this is a royal rumble! We’re gonna be separated, so the chances of us being able to work together are pretty slim!” She’s pointed out.

“Wrestlers always have some kinda temporary truce when someone like Verde comes into the ring! I’m sure that’s gonna happen again! But just in case, does anyone know the lineup?” Asked Emma. Tessa nodded, producing a scrap piece of paper.

“I don’t know if this is… one hundred percent right, but here’s the lineup.” She said, handing it to her.

“How’d you get this?” David asked.

Tess shook her head, “Let’s just say someone gave it to me.” The three stared at her for a moment before she crossed her arms, “What? You wanna win, don’t ya?” She sneered.

David laughed. “I mean… we - and especially Frankie here - we don’t want to cheat.”

Frankie nodded, a solemn expression on her face.

“Is it the challenge? Because believe me, there’s gonna be challenge enough! Listen to this!” Tessa said, swiping the paper.

Frankie covered her ears and babbled, not wanting to hear any of it, which only frustrated the raiju. Emma put a hand on both of them.

“Hold on, hold on! Listen! How about this: we don’t need to know who we’re facing, but would it be okay knowing what order we all come out in?”

Tessa nodded while Frankie considered it for a moment.

<Doublepost!

“C’mon, Frankie, that sounds alright, right?” Asked David.

She sighed, “Well, I don’t really like that either but it’s not like that’s really cheating, is it? They’re probably gonna tell us that anyway.”

“Yeah, but this way we can start planning beforehand. David it looks like you’re up first as the third man in, followed by Emma who’s the fifth. Frankie, you’re eighth and I’m eleventh. There’s fourteen of us in total, but they may change it up… I’m not really sure.” Explained Tessa, stuffing the paper back in the pocket of her jacket.

“Well… I guess it’s better than nothing.” Said Emma. “We can still strategize on our opponents, like Notre Dom! All we gotta do is keep the pressure on her and we’ll have her out in no time.”

“What about Cannibal Hannah?” Asked David.

“She won’t be much of a problem without Meatgrinder. Just take her out before he gets in. If he’s in first just overpower him!” The raiju said, pounding her chest.

“You sure know a lot, even about the guys who are new.” Frankie admitted.

Emma laughed nervously, hiding her face with her hat, “Well I uh… I watched their matches closely.”

“Huh. I mean we watched, too.” The salamander replied, thinking back on it.

Tessa scoffed, “Yeah, you don’t get it. She watched them REAL close. This girl’s got issues.” She laughed, jabbing her cousin with an elbow. Emma slapped her arm away, “So you guys called out Hemlock, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Frankie replied, straightening up. “I’m gunning for them! Wish I coulda had match with them without this whole Royal Rumble thing…”

“We could probably get you a one-on-one with her if we can get in the ring before her, but we'd also have to watch out for her partner.” Tessa suggested.

“Ipecac would be a cakewalk for Frankie! Think about it, she’s an alraune and Frankie’s a salamander! They’re practically total opposites!” Said David standing up from the couch.

Just then Clauida came by the doorway, holding her clipboard. “Get ready, Royal Rumble starts in ten!” She said, making her way down the hall. David smiled, putting his mask back on and tying it up.

“Where are you going?” Asked Frankie.

“We only got about five minutes left of break time, c’mon, let’s get pumped up!” He said, grabbing the salamander by the hand and pulling her up to her feet.

“Well, that half hour sure didn’t last long, did it Reg?” Ask Mitch, taking his seat back at the announcer’s table, Wendy following suit. Reggie leaned back in his own chair and stretched, Wendi watching his movements and attempting to mimicking him.

“Yeah, Mitch, but I tell ya, those bagels from Pixie Pastries are to die for.” Reggie replied, patting his belly.

Wendi nodded, “Yeah, they were super good!”

“We’ll have to try it some time,” Suggested Wendy, nudging Mitch. He cleared his throat, adjusting his posture.

“W-well, nevermind all that, the Royal Rumble is about to start!” Mitch announced.

At once the stage lit up and out came both Rashi and Temet, McLeary being led behind them. They made their way down the ramp, many people booing them until they reached the announcer’s table. Wendi(?) pulled a chair out for the mummy queen, who eyed her before sitting down. Rashi yanked McLeary along, forcing him to sit next to Temet, the anubis standing vigilant beside them.

“T-T-Temet! So good to finally meet you!” Wendi stuttered, “I didn’t know you were going to watch the match from here!”

Temet laughed, “Do not worry yourself, dear Wendi. I merely wish to see this Royal Rumble up close.”

“Well, don’t let us stop ya!” The wurm said, laughing nervously. She jabbed Reggie in the side, who yelped before facing the mummy queen. “Yes, please, enjoy the show.” He forced out.

Mitch and Wendy shrugged at one another. “Well, let’s get this ball rolling!” Mitch announced.

The first wrestler out into the ring was Chris Cruz, who was still riding high off his latest victory. He circled the ring and raised his hands to the mix of cheering and booing until he turned around to the stage. In came Ipecac, standing opposite of him. The two glared at one another until the ref came in between them.

<Triplepost!

“So, Wendi, tell me. What are the rules of this Royal Rumble?” Temet asked.

“O-oh! Well, it’s simple really! As you know, there’s going to be a new wrestler joining in the fight every two minutes.” She answered, pointing at the timer on the jumbotron. “As for how they eliminate one another, pinfalls don’t count! They gotta throw each other out of the ring, so over the ropes and both feet on the ground!” Wendi explained.

“So an opponent could recover if they are on the outside of the ropes?” Temet asked.

“Yep!” The wurm twin answered.

“Interesting.”

DING DING! The match began with both Chris and Ipecac rushing one another. Chris went for a grab but Ipecac went low, lifting him off his feet and tackling him down to the mat.

WHUMP!

She managed to straddle him, laying on the punches before he knocked her off.

“Whoa! Ipecac is out for blood!” Mitch shouted. “You would be too if you were up against Chris Cruz!” Replied Reggie.

The alraune rushed Chris again, but he was ready this time. He grabbed her by the shoulder and turned, leading her along by her head.

“Chris got her in a bulldog!” Wendy shouted.

WHUMP! The man planted Ipecac’s face onto the mat and rolled away, jumping back to his feet. As quickly as he got up Chris was back on the alraune, grabbing her and guiding her over to the ropes.

He shoved her into them, but Ipecac grabbed hold of the top rope, fighting to keep her feet in the ring.

DING! The timer on the jumbotron reached zero and displayed the masked wrestler Starstorm. He came running down the ramp and lunged into the ring, jumping to his feet across from the two wrestlers.

Roll for David! Can he last in the ring? Which wrestler does he go for first?(1d20)

<Sorry it took so long guys, was having plumbing problems for the better half of this month.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

Let’s remove Cruz while he’s dealing with Ipecac. Let’s see if we can remove them both before the next wrestler joins.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>385487

David's gotta bide his time and take as few hits as possible. And when the opportunity presents itself he needs to double clothesline the two out of the ring ASAP.

<Bumping for more votes!

>>385489

>>385491

<Can anyone save David from himself?

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>385487

In a world of romance crazed monster girls, human boys gotta stick together. Even working together the two human fighters might struggle against Ipecac.

At once David rushed them, tackling Chris Cruz into Ipecac. The three slammed into one another, Chris and Ipecac falling backward onto the mat while David skipped back to the middle of the ring. He rushed to the opposite side, leaning off the ropes with his arms up high, stoking the flames of the crowd’s cheers before rushing back to the other two wrestlers. Ipecac and Chris got to their knees, David charging them with both arms out for a double clothesline. The two glanced at one another before jumping forward, grabbing David by either arm and pulling him along with them.

WHUMP!

They slammed him onto his back, both of them rolling away while David sold the pain. Ipecac bounced off the ropes and came running, diving onto him with an elbow while Chris backed off for a breather.

David felt the alraune grab him by the head, pulling him to his feet. She was attempting to put him under her arm, probably for a suplex he figured, but suddenly she was beaten off by Chris.

“Whoa! Chris is helping out David?!” Wendy shouted, “That’s crazy!”

“Well, maybe he figures they only stand a chance against her together?” Wendi suggested. Mitch and Reggie looked at one another and nodded, “Yeah that sounds about right,” they said in unison.

Chris shook David and pointed at Ipecac, “Let’s do this, man!” He shouted. David gave him a single nod before the two of them rushed her, pushing her all the way to the edge of the ring. Chris held her to the ropes against her protests while David grabbed hold of her legs, lifting her up. She attempted to swat Chris off, but he ducked, grabbing her other leg. Together the two men flipped her, throwing the alraune up and out of the ring, her body flopping onto the arena floor.

“Wow! Look at that! They actually got her out!” Said Mitch, watching Ipecac retreat up the ramp on her walk of shame.

Reggie laughed, “They sure did! They ejected her like-”

“Like an Ipecac!” The two Wendys interjected.

Reggie shook his head, “No, that’s not-”

“Man, they sure showed her!” Said Wendi, ignoring him.

“Those guys sure are strong!” Wendy replied.

Chris turned and swung for David, but he saw it coming. He blocked and shoved his opponent back, giving himself some space.

The next wrestler would be coming any second now-

Ding!

Shit!

The jumbotron displayed a colorful arrangement of balloons and ribbons.

No… no, no, no! David’s mind raced as the next wrestler running down the ramp was none other than Barbelle. Not quite Dumbelle, but around clowns you’re in for a beat down. Even Chris looked worried. Maybe their truce was back on for the time being?

The Clownjinn slipped between the ropes, dipping back down into her clown car to speed around the two wrestlers before popping out between them with an ear-to-ear smile, kicking each of them with a slip.

David was knocked back, but he managed to keep his feet. Chris on the other hand landed on his ass, not ready for the clown's antics.

David has failed one check, one more and he’s out! How will David tackle this next challenge? (1d20)

<Shortpost, let's keep the ball rolling!

Rolled 12 (1d20)

To beat a clown, we must fight like a clown. Exaggerated movements and attacks maybe act a little ridiculous. We’ve seen what happens when you try to fight them with normal techniques, and it doesn’t end well.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>385584

I'm afraid to roll but…

He shouldn't even try to fight her conventionally. Instead he should play the Auguste to her Whiteface: just misinterpret and mess up everything. His goal should be to avoid fighting and get her completely flustered (which should be pretty easy since he is a guy and she is a monstergirl). Like say she tries to grapple - he grabs her and starts waltzing. She honks angrily and he pretends he can't hear her - then when she's been honking at him more and more energetically for a bit he can act like he understands all of a sudden and honk her tit. Stuff like that. When she's sufficiently exasperated it should be easy for him to just bump her out of the ring or goad her into charging out of it or something.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>385614

I like this autism so throwing my hat in for this. Also rolling for it too.

At once Barbelle was on Chris, throwing herself at him while he was down. She slammed her butt on his chest, using her flexibility to slam her head down on his.

THWACK!

He was out cold.

“Oooooh! That’s not gonna feel good in the morning!” Said Reggie, Wendi hiding her face in his shoulder. He looked to Mitch who Wendy was likewise hiding behind.

“Clowns.” Mitch Said, the word dripping with disgust.

David could only watch as the clownjinn deftly cartwheeled off her downed prey, lifting him with surprising ease and tossing him out of the ring.

WHUMP! He hit the floor in a heap, some of the crew having to pick him up and walk him up the ramp.

I was right! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! David panicked, watching Barbelle skip around the ring, honking as she went. How the hell am I gonna beat her?

That fight between the two clowns, Lucile and Rawhide was something else… If Lucile couldn’t beat them then how can I?

As David thought strategy, the clown turned her attention on him, giving a wicked ensemble of honking. She dashed into him, slamming herself against his chest.

SPLAT! Barbelle flattened against him, like a fly hitting a windshield, much to David’s surprise. He barely felt a thing! Many people in the crowd began to laugh.

Wait a minute, he thought. Lucile and Rawhide tried to wrestle them like they would anybody… maybe I should fight crazy with crazy? It was worth a shot, the worst that could happen would be I lose and that’s pretty much already a guarantee. After peeling the clown off, he walked over slung her over the ropes.

“Looks like David’s hanging Barbelle out to dry, huh, Wendi?” Reggie nudged the wurm. She refused to look, instead covering her face with both hands.

“Wait, what’s Starstorm doing?” Asked Mitch.

David turned and walked away from the clown, pretending to be oblivious to what was going on. “He’s wandering off! He had the advantage, what the hell!” Reggie griped. Barbelle pulled herself off the rope, turning to face Starstorm. She stomped her feet and honked profusely, readying herself to bull rush him. Just as she came running David bent over, the clown tripping over his back. She fell, planting her face into the mat.

“I don’t know Reggie, but whatever he’s doing it’s working!” Mitch replied.

Ding!

The jumbotron shot lighting across the screen and out came The Shock Mistress, running for the ropes. She leapt in and landed in front of Barbelle, instantly going for the downed clown. The raiju jumped, dropping a leg on her, only for Barbelle to wiggle her way between her and slip away.

For the most part the clown ignored her, focusing on David instead. She rushed over and grabbed him, only for Starstorm to take hold of her hands, spinning her in place. Barbelle’s face was turning red under her white makeup, her wide smile turning downward as she got angrier and angrier.

The flustered clown honked furiously, only for David to ignore her, pulling her into a dance.

“Are they doing a waltz?” Asked Reggie.

“Actually, I think that’s the tango.” Replied Mitch. Starstorm gave Barbelle another twirled, practically throwing her at the ropes. She grabbed hold of them, trying to keep her balance. All that spinning had made even the clown dizzy. David looked to Emma who was stunned at the display.

He gave her a shrug and turned back to Barbelle who was now fuming. She popped back into her car and raced around the ring, stopping on the opposite side of Starstorm. With a few honks she sped toward him, only for him to spin out of the way.

“OLE!” He shouted, bowing to the crowd. The arena was filled with laughter now as he continued to dodge the clown car. Alright, David, time to put this clown away! Finally, on one last charge, he stuck his foot out, ‘tripping’ the car and sending Barbelle careening off the ring towards the announcer's table.

Both wurms screamed, trying to slither away from the clown catastrophe, but it was too late. Barbelle flipped, falling right towards them

CRASH! The table was smashed in two with Barbelle lying upside down between Mitch and Reggie, the Wendys on either side of them quivering.

“Scary…” They both said.

“Wow, I didn’t think Starstorm had it in him!” Mitch admitted. “Me neither!”

Ding!

“Oh, look! Here comes Victor Hugo!”

The man stomped his way off stage, both The Shock Mistress and Starstorm backing away from him as he entered the ring.

Can they handle Victor Hugo? Is there anything you want to suggest? Change characters? (1d20 with advantage due to having Emma.)

<Good rolls guys!

<David still only has one more chance, but now we have Emma!

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>385710

Have David keep Hugo busy while Emma jumps on him from behind. They’ll both have to take him on to have a chance.

>>385732

I should stop rolling

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>385710

Emma tries shocking VH but it doesn't work because he's totally into it. Fortunately, this distracts him enough for David to take him out.

<Bumping for more votes!

>>385732

>>385734

<Don't you ever stop, anon. it keeps things exciting

Rolled 2 (1d20)

No frills, just grab him by the ankles and giant's swing him outta there

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>385710

Emma is going to live up to her name by more than just shocking him. Shock Mistress is going to sell her character hard with wrestling moves that would seem fair play for BDSM fags. Notre Dom is going to see this and loose her cool over Victor getting off from this, and will fly into the ring in a yandere rage. While Victor is pleading his case with Dom he's gonna be subject to a bit of that over the top rope with both feet on the ground action.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>385710

Become the shock master, Shining finger his ass

Non-literally

David circled Victor, Emma closing in on the other side. Victor marched into the middle of them, looking at either one of them defiantly.

“Looks like Victor is ready for anything!” Said Wendy, carefully leaning on what was left of her side of the table. Mitch hummed in agreement, “The guy is pretty scary by himself I hear!”

“Is that so?” Temet said, startling the two.

“O-oh! Yeah, I heard that too!” Wendy replied. “I forgot she was there…” she whispered to Mitch who nodded back.

“Seems like Shock Mistress is working together with Starstorm against him, though! That’s a power play that’s gonna make things difficult for him!” Said Wendi.

“Now it all comes down to who makes the first move!” Reggie added.

David rushed Victor first, not wanting to waste any more time waiting around. The longer they waited the worse their chances were when the next wrestler jumped in. He swung a hook punch high, but Victor ducked under, grabbing him by the arm and waist.

POP! David felt a shock to his body through Victor. Damn, that was strong!

Behind Victor was Emma, she had landed an electric punch to his backside, zapping both of them.

Victor threw David away, turning to the raiju with a wild look in his eyes.

“Again!” He shouted.

“W-what?” Emma said, backing off.

“AGAIN!” Victor demanded, moving closer on the raiju.

She jumped back, startled by this new development. What the hell is wrong with this guy? Just as he was about to rush her, David grabbed him from behind, lifting him up and back with a roar.

“David’s got Victor in a suplex! He can’t break out of it!” Wendy shouted.

WHUMP! The stage shook with both men breaking apart from the impact.

David looked over to Victor who had already managed to recover. Shit… I’m reaching the end here and this guy’s still raring to go, he thought, forcing himself back to his feet.

Before either of them could do anything, The Shock Mistress was on Victor, landing punch after punch, zap after pop, pushing him all the way to the edge of the ring.

When she backed off, Victor looked no worse for wear. No - that’s not right, David thought. Wait, was that a…

The crowd erupted with cheers and whistling at the sight of it.

“O-oh… uh, well, it looks like Victor’s son has entered the ring.” Mitch sheepishly pointed out.

Both Wendys squinted, “Where? I don’t see anyone!” Said Wendy.

“Yeah, what’re you talking about, Mitch?” Asked Wendi. Reggie slapped his forehead in frustration, “The guy’s popped a tent in the ring, girls.” That only confused the two wurms more.

“Help us out here, ‘your majesty?’” He asked Temet. The mummy queen’s view of the ring was being blocked by her anubis guard’s body.

“Thank you, Rashi. How unsightly…” Temet sneered.

“Again!” Victor shouted, stomping towards The Shock Mistress.

“Oh, you want more, huh?!” She shouted, charging up another attack.

“No, you’re only feeding his fetish!” Starstorm shouted, rushing to grab Hugo. He knocked him away with a single backhand. The shocks seemed to be supercharging him, David thought. That or I’m just gassed…

The Shock Mistress forced herself to ignore the bulge in Victor’s pants, instead going for another barrage of punches.

“Now that’s electroshock therapy!” The Wendys shouted in unison.

Victor welcomed her attacks with open arms, basking in the pain followed by numbness. Emma swore she could see drool coming down his chin.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Someone shouted, rushing the stage.

<Doublepost!

When both David and Emma looked they saw Notre Dom, her face beet red with anger. The ref attempted to stop her but he was shoved aside by the gargoyle as she climbed into the ring.

“Victor! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She bellowed, the man shrinking in her shadow.

“M-mistress, I was just-“

“No excuses! You’re on full display for that… that… hussy! Maybe a week in the lock will keep you under control!”

“Whoa! Notre Dom is interrupting the match! She’s not even supposed to be in yet!” Mitch shouted.

“Yeah, it’s not her turn!” The wurms added.

“She can’t do that, can she?” Reggie said, all four of the announcers turning to Temet.

She narrowed her eyes before answering, “I will allow it. If the fool wants to throw away her advantage in the Royal Rumble by wasting her energy early on, that is on her.” She answered cooly.

“Alright, you heard it, folks!” Said Reggie.

The jumbotron lit up with Notre Dom being displayed to the audience.

Both David and Emma stepped away from the enraged gargoyle and her man foil while she berated him live in front of millions. I might feel bad for him if he didn’t have a raging boner. The guy’s probably getting off to the whole thing. Still…

Shit, now there are two of them, David thought. I gotta even the odds, even a little…

“Yo, Emma,” He whispered, “Keep laying on the punishment on that Victor guy, I got a plan.”

Emma gave him a nod before building up another charge of her energy. Notre Dom turned and snarled, “You bitch! I’m not going to give him up to you!”

She ran at her going for a grab, but Starstorm jumped between them. He grabbed her by the tail and threw her to the opposite side of the ring.

“Now!” He shouted, the raiju sprinting at Victor. He shrank back, not ready for the beatings in front of his true mistress.

ZAP, POP, CRACK! The sparks flew from the connections, Victor shaking wildly. Now’s my chance, David thought, rushing Victor. He tackled him, pushing him all the way to the rope. The electric charge buzzed through the both of them, David’s body feeling numb. Shit, can’t feel a thing, he thought. Before he knew it they were both falling over the ropes and out of the ring, landing on top of one another in a heap. Oh fuck, oh God, gross, fuck! David thought, scrambling away from Victor and his knob.

“Oooh! Both Starstorm and Victor Hugo have fallen out of the ring!” Wendy shouted, “What a crazy move! Starstorm sacrificed himself to eliminate Victor!”

“That takes guts,” Wendi added, “right guys?”

“Yeah, I guess it does.” Mitch replied.

“Yeah… or maybe he couldn’t let go of Victor because of all that static from The Shock Mistress.” Reggie suggested, rolling his eyes.

“Regardless, that is two more who have been eliminated. A sacrifice I hope was worth it,” Temet said, eying David. He got to his feet and stared her down, “Oh it’ll be worth it when I get to put you back under wraps for good!” He shouted at the mummy queen.

The four announcers looked shocked, Rashi putting herself between Starstorm and her master. Temet laughed, waving her away, “When I claim the world as my own you will make a wonderful pet!”

Emma grimaced, the thought of David losing because of her hurt her inside. He didn’t seem to let it bother him, marching proudly backstage. Before he was gone he turned and gave her a thumbs up as if to say ‘kick her ass!’

“Where do you think you’re looking?!” Notre Dom shouted, grabbing her from behind.

“First you tempt my man and now you ignore me?! Oh, we’re gonna see which one of us is the real Mistress!”

The gargoyle attempted to put Emma in a full nelson, but the raiju reacted with an electrical discharge.

POP! More sparks flew, but Notre Dom refused to let go, instead powering through the high voltage attack to do a full body throw. She tossed Emma, the raiju flying across the ring, landing face down on the mat with a flop.

Damn, she’s strong! That or she’s just really angry! Emma jumped to her feet, ready for another bout with the gargoyle.

David has been eliminated, but Emma is still raring to go! Can she win against the nettled Notre Dom and show her who’s Boss of this Ring, or is The Shock Mistress going to stress over a missed opportunity

to team up with David?

What does Emma do? (1d20)

>>385732

>>385745

>>385789

>>385814

>>385815

You guys were supposed to roll with advantage last time (2d20, take the highest roll as your result) but I think this is a perfect outcome.:^)

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>385873

Taunt notre Dom about victor mercilessly. Get her so angry she doesn’t think about her actions. Hell she might be able to get her to throw herself out of the ring.

>>385877

Might be able to get notre dom to throw herself out* just wanted to clarify

<Bump for votes!

>>385877

>>385932

<Good rolls so far!

Notre Dom came at her swinging, left, right, left! Emma blocked as best she could, her charge of electricity popping every time the gargoyle’s fists connected. She’s not holding anything back, Emma panicked, If not for my static, she’d go right through me! The crowd cheered, oohing and aahing at the sparks flying.

“Wow, Wendy, Notre Dom sure is going for it!”

“Sure is, Mitch!” Both Wendys answered.

A staff member handed a piece of paper to Wendi who looked at it for a moment before clearing her throat.

“When a girl is… moving in on your boy you… gotta protect what’s yours!” She read aloud. Wendy began to clap, her claws clacking together. Many in the audience joined in the applause, causing Wendi to blush. Mitch and Reggie looked at one another before slowly joining in.

“Does she even get it?” Asked Reggie. Mitch shrugged and continued to clap.

Notre Dom managed to land a punch, her fist connecting with Emma’s chest.

POP! The shock sent both of them reeling back, The Shock Mistress trying to catch her breath while Notre Dom held her arm.

The gargoyle hissed with pain, trying to shake her hand awake from what Emma could tell.

No, wait… her hand won’t even open! It looked like it turned to stone!

“Shit! What did you do?” The gargoyle roared, coming at her again. She lead with her stone fist punch, but The Shock Mistress ducked under her arms and went low, hitting the gargoyle’s legs out from under her with all the force she could muster. Notre Dom went up, flipped and landed on her backside with a flop.

I gotta come up with a plan here, Emma told herself. It didn’t take long for Notre Dom to get back to her feet, the gargoyle shaking herself up to get ready for the next attack. Emma watched her shake her stone fist again, but it refused to even move.

That gives me an idea, the raiju thought as she straightened herself up. I just gotta charge up some of my static for it… and the only way to do that is to not get hit. As Notre Dom took a step forward, The Shock Mistress took a step back to keep her distance.

“What’s this? Is The Shock Mistress running away?” Reggie jeered, “Looks like Notre Dom is too strong for her.”

“I dunno, Reg, it looks more like she’s just playing keep away. She could be just running the clock down!” Mitch interjected.

DING!

The jumbotron lit up with fire and out came Monica Flare making her way to the stage.

Emma smiled, well it’s not the plan but it could help!

Suddenly Notre Dom was on her, landing punches left and right, pop, POP! “Where do you think you’re looking?!” She hollered over the sparks.

Oh no! I can’t keep my charge like this, the distressed raiju thought.

She managed to gain some distance, still relatively unscathed. “Alright, Notre Dom… I’m done with you.” She taunted, turning her back to the gargoyle. It’s now or never!

“Y-You bitch! You think you’re better than me?” Notre Dom howled, running straight at her.

I hope this works, Emma prayed. In an instant she released all her energy, the lights on her outfit flooding the ring.

“Whoa! What’s with the light show?” Mitch said, covering both his and Wendy’s eyes. Reggie laughed, “I guess it’s a good thing I got these shades, huh?” He said, covering Wendi’s eyes as well.

<Doublepost!

“Aw, but I wanna see what’s happening!” Wendi whined. Reggie let out a groan. “Alright, here.” He said, sliding the shades over the wurm’s face.

“Whoa! That’s so cool!” Wendi cheered.

The lights off the Shock Mistress blinded Notre Dom, the gargoyle instinctively trying to cover her face up with both arms. She stepped back once and then was stuck. When the lights finally died down, Emma turned to see her work. Frankie was on the floor with her claws over her eyes grunting in pain while Notre Dom was like a statue standing opposite of her.

“What… happened?” Asked Mitch.

“It looks like The Shock Mistress used the lights on her outfit to turn Notre Dom to stone!” Wendi shouted.

“What?! Really?!” Both Mitch and Reggie replied. Wendy nodded, “That attack she did was like simulating sunlight for a gargoyle! All that energy she made with that one super move, well, it can only be one thing! IT’S HER MOVE, ULTRA VIOLET!” Wendy announced.

“Ultra Violet?” Asked Mitch and Reggie.

“Yeah! It’s Ultra Violet! IT’S ULTRA VIOLENT, TOO! It hurt Notre Dom so bad it turned her to stone!” Wendi shouted.

Notre Dom struggled in vain, only her head being able to move. “What the hell did you do to me, you damn weasel?!” She barked. Emma smiled to herself. Wow, it actually worked, she thought, walking over to the gargoyle.

“Oh, not a whole lot. I just KICKED YOUR ASS!” She taunted, pushing the gargoyle over with a gentle nudge.

FWUMP!

Using her foot, she rolled Notre Dom over to the edge of the ring as she hurled insults at her. With a quick boot from Emma, the half statue wrestler slid off the ring, hitting the floor with a thud.

“Well, that was something else! Looks like Notre Dom has been Notre Dominated!” Said Mitch, watching the staff carry the gargoyle off like a sofa while she shouted profanities.

“Which leaves The Shock Mistress in the ring with Monica Flare!” Said Wendy, bringing the attention back to the fight at hand.

“Are they gonna fight or not?” Asked Reggie. “They did team up after all.”

Emma leaned back on the ropes, trying to catch her breath. That supercharge took a lot outta me, she thought to herself. When she looked over to Frankie, the salamander was still feeling around the ring with one hand and rubbing her eyes with the other.

“Damn girl! That was one heck of a move back there!” Frankie called out. “You did win, right? You still there?”

“Yeah, I’m here!” Emma called back with a heavy exhale, “We’re only halfway through the fight here. Can you see?” The salamander blinked several times before slapping herself on either cheek. “I… I think so, yeah!”

“What do you mean you think so?” Replied the raiju, getting up to her feet again to walk over.

Frankie stood on her knees and looked over, “I uh… well, I’m sure I’ll be alright in a minute or two!”

“We don’t have a minute or two!” Emma said, kneeling down next to the salamander. “Look, we’ll just play it by ear for now until we get this sorted out. We have to put on a show until the next wrestler enters the ring, alright?”

“Oh, sure, haha! You just want to test me out while we’re the only two in here, I get it!” Frankie laughed. “Well, alright! I need a good warm up anyway!”

She picked herself up, taking hold of Emma’s arm and throwing it up, putting her on display for the whole arena. The crowds cheered from each corner they stopped at, the two flexing and flaring up flame and static.

<Triplepost!

“Look at them, showing off before the end!” Reggie grumbled.

As Monica Flare led The Shock Mistress around the ring, she stopped in front of the announcer’s table. “HEY! Temet!” She called out, pointing straight at the mummy queen herself.

“Why don’t you come up here instead? I’m sure we could show you a good time!” She laughed. Rashi stepped in front of Temet, readying herself for a fight before Temet laughed along with the salamander. She waved the anubis off, staring right into Frankie’s eyes.

“Is that so? Well, you’ll just have to show me you’re worthy and defeat the rest of these warriors.” She replied coolly, resting her cheek on her hand, a hint of a smile under her wrappings.

“Oh, that gets me FIRED UP!” Frankie shouted with a wild grin. “Why wait Temet? We should just go right now! Come on!”

“I have a better idea. Why don’t I give you something to use all that pent up energy on instead?” Temet retorted, standing to her feet.

“Send in Cannibal Hannah and her man Meatgrinder! That ought to even the odds, don’t you think?”

DING!

In they came, the ghoulish tag team marching out to the ring in high spirits despite the booing from the crowds. Meatgrinder held the ropes up for Hannah to climb under, then he followed suit, the two of them standing opposite of The Shock Mistress and Monica Flare.

“Wow, she can do that?” Wendi asked, nudging Reggie.

“Don’t you know, she’s pretty much running the show!” Replied Reg. “She could probably pull anything she wanted…”

“Really?!” Both wurms squealed. “Miss Temet, could you get us in a match?!”

“I’ve always wanted to try it!” Said Wendy.

“Yeah, please!” Begged Wendi.

Temet sighed, “Why don’t we watch the match at hand and then I’ll decide.” She answered.

What’s the plan? How do the electric weasel and fire lizard handle this turn of events? (1d20)

>>385932

No, I really liked your idea.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>386066

they use their special tag team move PROPANE NIGHTMARE by combining emma's high flying Electric DDT into a Flaming Hip Throw to pitch Meatgrinder out of the ring, then focus on Hanna, pushing her to the ropes and trying to shove the Ghoul out of the ring

>>386100

>>386107

>Rolling to save

<I'll allow it.

<Bumping for more votes!

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>386066

Hmm. Since Meatgrinder has been dealt with I'm going to say that Frankie is going to use her tailfire to scare/put off/unsettle Hanna. Emma will weasel her way to a spot to let the pair get another double team in to ghostbust that ghoul outside the ring.

“Monica! Seems like your partner was knocked out of the ring! Guess that just leaves you,” Hannah laughed, “I think Meatgrinder and I will have to change that!” She said, throwing herself at the salamander. Frankie ducked under her wild swing, but the follow up right hook connected, forcing Frankie to back off. She skipped backwards, staying light on her toes, ready for Hannah to give chase. The ghoul obliged, not wanting to let up on her opponent. She came at her with a backhand, only for Frankie to block it and twist the ghoul around. Her fire flared up as she bent down and in one quick motion she lifted the ghoul up onto her shoulders, spinning her around in the air. With a quick thrust she threw Hannah up into the air, stepping out of the way. The whole arena gasped as the ghoul twisted and landed on her feet, surprising even Monica.

“Nice try, girl, but you gotta lot to learn if you think that’s gonna work in me!” She cackled, taking the salamander under her arm and dunking her down into the mat.

WHUMP!

“Oooh! Hannah’s putting on the hurt with her Cannibal Hangover!” Wendy cheered.

“I hope Miss Monica is okay,” Added Wendi, fidgeting in her seat. “I’m rooting for her, ya know!”

“What about The Shock Mistress?” Mitch asked.

“She’s got her own problems right now!” Replied Reggie, pointing at Meatgrinder.

He marched over to The Shock Mistress, reaching down to to grab her. The raiju snatched both his hands with her own, letting out a jolt of energy that brought him to his knees as she pressed down on him.

After a moment he looked up at her and grinned, “That all you got?” He grunted through clenched teeth. Slowly he began to push back up to his feet, turning Emma’s grip back on her in their test of strength.

Crap, he’s too strong, she thought, looking for a way out. Before she could do anything, Meatgrinder grabbed both her hands in one and lifted her up under the leg with the other, twirling her upside down and dropping her to the mat.

THWUMP! POP!

Sparks flew up from under her, the whole ring shaking, leaving her dizzy.

Frankie rubbed her head while she lay on her back. Damn, was that a hit or what? Come on, you’re Monica Flare, you’ve had worse, She told herself. Just then Cannibal Hannah grabbed her by the head, turning her over to put her on her belly. Frankie felt both of the ghoul’s arms wrap around her neck and pull her head back.

“Cannibal Hannah has Monica Flare in a reverse bridged chinlock!” Wendi pointed out.

“Wow, that’s a mouthful.” Reggie teased, jabbing an elbow into the wurm’s side.

“It doesn’t look good for Monica Flare!” Said Mitch.

Wendi sighed, “Such a nice bridge… she looks so cool.”

Frankie fought to keep her head down, the ghoul resting on her shoulder-to-shoulder with her arms clasped around her head like a vice. “So, is that it? Is this the end for Monica Flare?” Hannah goaded her, tightening her grip. Frankie felt the sweat roll down her forehead as she struggled, desperately thinking of a way to break out.

She could feel the flames on her tail dying out - wait a minute! That’s it, she thought. She managed to take a deep breath, filling her lungs as best as she could before stoking the fire on her backside. The flames engulfed the ghoul, their tongues licking her sides before a solid thwacking came from the salamander’s tail.

“YEOW!” Hannah yelped, flopping to the side. She rolled back and forth, trying to cool off her rear.

Frankie massaged her neck, coughing a few times before getting back to her feet. Looking behind her she could see Emma struggling against Meatgrinder’s raw strength. When she turned back, she gave Hannah a grin, beckoning her to come at her.

“Hahaha! Not bad, not bad!” Hannah cackled, “But I still got the advantage here!” She shouted, rushing the salamander. Frankie bared her fangs, twisting out of the way of her attacker. With a thrust she forced the ghoul to run right into her partner, toppling them both over.

“Whoa! Monica Flare’s tossing Hannah around like a pizza!” Wendy cheered.

Reggie shook his head, “I’m not even gonna begin to explain what’s wrong with that.”

“Oh come on, Reg, what’s the matter? You all cheesed off that Monica got out of that situation?” Mitch quipped.

“Shut up, Mitch.” Reggie retorted, both wurms and Mitch laughing together at their awful puns.

“Jee, Mitch, Reggie sure is crusty!” Wendy continued.

Wendi giggled, “Yeah, Reg, don’t be such a salty sardine!”

“I’m gonna make two pepperoni and wurm pizzas if you don’t zip it!” Reggie grumbled. Both wurms put their hands over their mouths at once, looking at each other in horror.

“Let’s get back to the action at hand,” Mitch suggested.

<Doublepost!

“You okay, Emms?” Frankie whispered, helping the raiju back to her feet.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good!” She answered, readjusting her cap.

“Come on, then! Let’s take care of these two!” Said Frankie, slapping Emma on the shoulder. “Let’s get the big guy out, first.”

Emma nodded, putting an arm in front of the salamander. “Allow me.”

As Meatgrinder was picking himself up off his partner, he was pulled up by his head, Emma rearing back with a leap.

“WHOA! DDT! DDT!” The Wendys shouted together as the two wrestlers flew back to the middle of the ring.

WHAM!

The Shock Mistress slammed Meatgrinder’s head down onto the mat, the sparks flying in all directions around the ring. She quickly rolled away, leaving Meatgrinder stunned. Now it’s my turn, Frankie thought, pulling him to his feet while he was still in ‘shock.’

With a roar she raised him up off the mat, her fire growing as she strained herself to lift up the hulking man. With all her effort, Monica Flare heaved and hurled Meatgrinder out of the ring, his body crumpling on the ground as the static popped off his backside.

“And Meatgrinder is OUT!” Mitch announced. “What’s Cannibal Hannah gonna do now?”

Before the ghoul could react, Frankie was on her, punching right, kicking left, all she could do was dodge.

“Monica Flare has her on the ropes!” The Wendys added. “She’s gonna get thrown out!”

Hannah looked behind her, the ropes closing in behind her.

“End of the line, Hannah!” Said Monica Flare, shoving the ghoul toward the ropes. Emma ducked behind her, flipping her over her back and the ropes to the cheers of the crowd.

“Ha! Easy!” Frankie said, slapping five with Emma.

Suddenly the audience’s fervor died down. When the two turned they saw the ghoul holding on to the ropes with all her strength.

“Whoa! Looks like Hannah’s not out of the picture just yet!” Said Mitch.

“She’s always been pretty feisty!” Reggie applauded her, “I like that!”

“Yeah!” Hollered Wendi.

“HA! Not out yet!” Hannah cackled, swinging back under the ropes.

Ding!

“Looks like I got some back up, too!” She laughed.

Ha, that’s what she thinks! Number eleven should be Tessa, thought Frankie.

The jumbotron lit up with the neon green letters, much to the salamander’s disbelief.

Verde Gigante charged down the ramp into the arena. When Frankie looked to the announcer’s table she could see the mummy queen’s eyes smiling up at her.

It was supposed to be Tessa, but it looks like Temet might have switched things up on Emma and Frankie! How are they going to handle that hulking beast? Can they last for two more minutes? (1d20 with disadvantage roll 2d20 and take the lower result)

Rolled 13, 20 = 33 (2d20)

They just need to hold out for a little while longer. Play defensively and stick together and they can do it.

Rolled 11, 2 = 13 (2d20)

>>386383

They get their asses beat for the next minutes until suddenly…

Rolled 1, 16 = 17 (2d20)

>>386383

Does the natural 20 count during a disadvantage? Did >>386399 already win? I guess my post is a provisional ballot?

>Verde Gigante

It was super effective before, maybe it will work now. Tear off Verde Gigante's clothes.

>>386470

>>386402

Rolling with disadvantage means we take the lower of the two numbers. In this case your roles have absolutely screwed us

>>386489

Rolls*

“Okay, new plan, Emms,” Frankie said, backing away from the ropes with the raiju.

“If we could get Hannah out we might stand a chance,” Emma suggested.

“Not gonna work, she’s too slippery. It’d be easier to throw Verde out.” Replied Frankie.

“Yeah, but that leaves us open for Hannah!” The raiju protested.

“Looks like Monica Flare and The Shock Mistress are trying to strategize on how to handle this new threat!” Said Mitch.

“Threat is right! Verde was at a disadvantage in that strip match, but now that she’s in her element it’s ALL OGRE for those two!” Said Wendy with a smile. Both Mitch and Reggie cringed.

“Now I just want Verde to kill me.” Reggie groaned.

“Now, now, Reggie! You wouldn’t want to go OGREboard!” Wendi teased, only for Reggie to respond with another tortured groan.

Frankie grunted in frustration, “Alright, alright, I can try to deal with Verde while you hold off Hannah. We can’t win just yet so we should just try to survive until Tessa shows up! Sound good?”

Emma nodded, “Good-“

“Good! Here they come!” Frankie pointed, Verde crashing between the two. They split apart, scrambling to either side of the ogre. Hannah rushed Frankie with one of her jump kicks, but Frankie managed to block. She grabbed her leg and twisted, throwing the ghoul behind her to the ropes.

Meanwhile Emma was ducking under Verde’s punches and avoiding grappling with her.

“This isn’t exactly how it was suppose to go!” Emma hollered. Verde laughed behind her mask, grabbing the raiju by the arms.

Just as she was about to headbutt her, Emma let out an electric charge, zapping Verde off.

“HEY! Hands off, Verde!” Shouted Frankie. When the ogre turned around, Frankie slugged her in the gut with a flaming punch. The ogre flinched, but she straightened up and gave another hearty chuckle.

“Weak.” She said, proudly slapping her abs. Alright, how about this, Frankie thought, swinging up at her head.

WHACK!

Off came the mask, clattering on the floor outside the ring. Verde’s face turned from green to red as her triumphant smile turned downward into a rage filled glower.

“OH, ITS OGRE NOW!” She bellowed, backhanding the salamander across the ring. Frankie coughed, the blow to her chest knocking her for a loop. Just how strong is that bitch, she found herself wondering.

Frankie didn’t have time to think about it too much, as Verde was on her again, grabbing her by the shoulders and tossing her into the air and through the ropes. The salamander nearly went out of the ring when she felt a sudden jerk on her tail and a jolt of electricity up her spine.

The crowd gasped with surprise when The Shock Mistress managed to snatch Monica Flare out of the air and pull her back down into the ring.

“Wow! That was a something else, wasn’t it?” Said Wendi, turning to Reg. That Shock Mistress has some LIGHTNING FAST reflexes!”

Reggie grimaced. “Stop.”

“You okay, Frankie?” Emma said, pulling the salamander back onto her feet.

“Yeah, I’m fine! I think you might’ve pulled a disc though, haha!” Frankie joked, her face dripping with sweat.

Emma shook her head. “Look, we can still do this, we just gotta wait for-“

DING!

“That! Wait for that!” She said with a smile. The two looked at the stage only to be horrified. Down the ramp came none other than the hellish harlequin herself, Dumbelle, smiling away like she were walking out into the middle of the circus ring.

This ring was about to become a circus alright, Frankie mused.

Shit.

In comes the clown - and she’s a wildcard! How do you handle clown-jourou? How do Verde and Hannah handle her?

(1d20)

>>386489

<This anon is right, but don't feel bad anon!

<Frankie has one hit left in her!

<Which means she still has a chance to win it all!

If the digital dice roller stops clowning around

<Bump for votes!

Sorry for the shortpost, guys

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>386714

If the insane clown rasslin worked to knock her partner out, it'll work second time. Difference is Emma and Frankie won't just ignore Dumbelle … they'll take potshots while the clown attacks to knock Verde out of the ring. Hanna's a threat, but not as much as she is. So if the chance to knock her over the ropes comes about make the effort but only focus enough on Hannah to avoid being hit/put out of the ring … etc.

Dumbelle ducked under the ropes and waved to the crowds, her pigtails helping her blow kisses out to every corner of the arena.

Verde growled, her face still red with anger as she turned her attention to the clown-jourou. “Don’t do it, Verde!” Hannah warned her, but the ogre wouldn’t listen. She stomped over to the monstrous mime and grabbed her shoulder with one hand and punched with the other, lifting Dumbelle off the mat with a honk.

“Oooh! Even for a clown like Dumbelle that had to hurt!” Said Mitch. The Wendys both winced, nodding their heads.

Reggie stood up and pointed at the ring. “No, look!”

Dumbelle honked, looking down on her with a smile. She began lifting herself off the ogre’s fist with one of her pigtails, the hair from the other balling itself into a fist. The clown’s hair reared back before socking Verde’s red face over and over again until she let go.

Hannah groaned, “You had one job, Verde! Don’t mess with the clown!”

The ghoul rushed in, attempting to get a hold of the clown with a headlock, but the hair fist pulled back and elbowed her, throwing another punch at Verde, sending them both stumbling back.

“Oh man, this is great,” Frankie laughed. “Watching Dumbelle up close is one helluva thing!”

“Frankie!” Said Emma, jabbing the salamander.

“What? It’s funny! They can’t handle Dumbelle!” Frankie protested.

“Yeah, and who do you think will have to deal with her when she’s through with them?” Emma pointed out. Frankie stared back at her for a moment before sighing. “Yeah, alright, let’s go.”

Dumbelle now had a hold of Hannah by the leg, dragging her across the mat with one pigtail while she pushed Verde around with the other. She was honking angrily at the big green ogre, lifting Hannah upside down in front of herself like a sandbag. Honk, punch, honk, punch punch, she laid the smackdown on Hannah right in front of Verde. When Verde tried to circle around to jump Dumbelle she would shove Hannah in front of herself. No matter how hard the ogre tried, she couldn’t get around her.

“I can’t watch, Mitch!” Wendy whimpered, turning away.

“I know, Hannah is just getting the beatdown of her life!” Replied Mitch.

“Not that, Mitch, she means Dumbelle and her Cannibal Piñata.” Wendi corrected, turning to face him with both her claws covering her eyes.

“You ever want a piñata when you were a kid, Wen?” Mitch asked. “Like for your birthday?”

Both Wendys gasped, “Oh, that would be fun! We would have blindfolds and sticks and it could be a little competition to see who can break it first!” They squealed.

“I’m gonna get you girls one just like that.” Reggie said, pointing at Hannah hanging upside down in Dumbelle’s grip. The two wurms shrieked, hiding their faces again.

“Get a load of these two,” Reggie whispered to Mitch, nudging shoulders with him.

“Wait a minute, Reg, look!” Mitch replied.

<Doublepost!

Both Monica Flare and The Shock Mistress rushed Dumbelle from behind, each of them grabbing for either leg.

The clown honked wildly as she was pulled off her feet and slammed onto the mat face first, Cannibal Hannah whipping across the ring from the momentum. The two quickly followed up with a double elbow drop on either of Dumbelle’s sides. She reared her head back, a honk like a fog horn escaping her. In that moment Verde managed to break Hannah free from her hairy prison, kicking the pigtail away after pulling the ghoul up to her feet.

Now the clown was between the four of them, slowly rising to face them all. Each one winced when she turned to look at them, ready for just about anything.

Almost anything.

Dumbelle took a slow, deep breath, a loud humming accompanying her like the sound of bagpipes being filled with air. Her cheeks puffed up a little as she put on an angry expression, flexing both her arms and her pigtails. After a moment she spun around and her outfit practically transformed like magic. Now the clown was dressed like a highlander, complete with tartan kilt and Tam O’Shanter hat. Frankie looked at Emma for a moment, the two hesitant to do anything. Both Verde and Hannah were the same, the ogre’s red face returning to its usual green complexion. If Verde was sobered up by Dumbelle… that’s bad news, Frankie thought to herself.

The clown turned back to face the ogre and ghoul, giving a loud toot of her self made, imaginary bagpipes. Her body charged forward, but the clown’s pigtails reared back, slamming both Frankie and Emma with hairy fists. They were sent reeling back, struggling to keep their balance. On the other end, Dumbelle was practically dancing on Verde and Hannah, punches and kicks flying out wildly with every note from the kejourou clown pipes.

Both Mitch and Reggie shared devilish grins while the two wurms squirmed in their seats.

“Dumbelle sure is piping up!” Mitch said, wrapping an arm around Wendy and giving her a shake.

“Oh yeah, she’s just piping hot right now!” Reggie said, doing the same to Wendi. The wurm twins moaned in agony, torn between not wanting to look but really wanting to look.

“It looks like every honk Dumbelle makes gets an accompanying blow!” Mitch pointed out.

Temet cleared her throat, causing the two to straighten up their acts and leave the wurm twins alone.

<Triplepost!

“Come on, Emms, we gotta do something!” Frankie said, itching to get at Dumbelle. “Wait a minute!” Emma said, jumping in front of her, “Did ya see what David did to beat Barbelle?”

“Yeah, so what?” Frankie grumbled.

“I say we fight crazy with crazy!” Emma replied. “It worked before, it could work again!”

Frankie sighed, “Alright, what’d you have in mind?”

“Man, Dumbelle is just letting Verde and Hannah have it!” Said Reggie. Suddenly someone in the ring whistled, grabbing the attention of all four announcers.

“Is that… Is that The Shock Mistress and Monica Flare? What are they doing?” Mitch asked.

“Looks like they’re holding up The Shock Mistress’ jacket like some kind of bullfighters.” Reggie answered. The wurm twins nodded in agreement, too interested to be afraid of the clown.

Dumbelle turned her head and locked her eyes on the dangling jacket, instantly breaking off her attack on Verde and Hannah. She turned and gave a huff and a puff, her nose inflating and deflating each time. She stamped her feet and charged, her hair turning into giant horns as she gunned for the jacket.

“NOW!” Frankie shouted, Emma twisting out of the way, her jacket following close behind as the clown rushed past and rebounded off the ropes into Frankie’s firepowered clothesline.

HONK!

WHUMP!

The arena was filled with the sound of the clown’s imaginary bagpipes deflating.

“Oooh, and down goes the clown!” Reggie cheered, “A surprising turn of events from Monica Flare and The Shock Mistress!”

Frankie beared down on Dumbelle, her fire flaring up as she held the clown’s pigtails to the mat with either of her hands. When Dumbelle tried to punch up at her, Frankie pressed her knees down on her arms. The clown’s honks were full of panic now as her hair began to smolder in the salamander’s grasp.

“Looks like your… clown and out.” Frankie said with a smirk.

Dumbelle’s face froze as she stared daggers at Frankie. She honked as her mouth pantomimed ‘what the fuck did you just say to me you little bitch.’

“No, no, it’s funny because, you see… you’re a clown and I’m about to knock you out,” explained Frankie. “Like ‘down and out,’ get it?”

Dumbelle began making that humming sound again as her face twisted into a clowny scowl. Suddenly the clown-jourou contorted her legs up and wrapped her heels around Frankie’s throat, flipping her onto her back.

“FRA- er MONICA!” Emma shouted, rushing over to tackle Dumbelle, but she was quickly slapped down and pulled into the clowns arms by her pigtails. Both Cannibal Hannah and Verde Gigante came at the clown from either side, trying to take advantage of the situation, only for the two to get wrapped up by both pigtails and slammed down beside the clown, her honks getting more and more intense even as smoke began to billow from her hair.

“DUMBELLE HAS GONE BERSERK!” Mitch and Reggie exclaimed. The Wendys peeked through their claws and gasped.

“She’s got all four of them pinned down!” Wendy shouted.

“How are they gonna fight back now? What’s gonna happen?” Wendi cried.

DING!

“Looks like we got our answer! Here comes Stormtrooper!” Mitch replied.

The clown is still in! Seems like she tougher than she looks, but she’s left herself open for Tessa! (Roll 1d20 with advantage 2d20 take higher roll,)

Rolled 12, 8 = 20 (2d20)

>>387048

Her weakness is Dad jokes?

This match is looking like a real circus, always in tents. But Tessa should go for the juggler. She's jest the girl for the job.

If they can fluster her to the point where she breaks clown character by speaking I'm sure something good will happen.

Rolled 17, 6 = 23 (2d20)

>>387048

Dumbelle's attention is too divided, and it seems that the crazy rasslin is still working. While Frankie and Emma are keeping up with that Tessa going to use her former life's experience in putting that clown over the ropes with military precision. Time for the Stormtrooper to prove that she's honktonite

<Bumping for a few more votes!

<Also giving everyone a heads up, I'll be starting a new job soon (orientation is tomorrow) and I'm not sure what my schedule will look like.

<Posting will probably slow down a bit, but I'll do my best to stick with it.

On a semi-related note, I have something else back on the burner for when we're done with Monster Mania!

What the hell is going on in there, Tessa thought as she approached the ring. From what she could see Dumbelle had all four wrestlers struggling in multiple holds and was honking wildly.

Like some kinda fucked up nightmare, she thought, slipping under the ropes. Well, too bad for the clown she’s preoccupied!

Tessa began charging up electricity on her leg, kicking for the clown’s head. When Dumbelle turned back to see the attack it was already too late.

POP!

HONK, HONK, HONK!

Dumbelle bounced back and forth like an old punching bag clown, her grip on the others loosening just enough for them all to break out.

“Ooh and a vicious attack from Stormtrooper!” Said Reggie.

Dumbelle picked herself up and looked at the wrestlers surrounding her, then to Tessa. She scowled at the raiju, turning to bowl Verde and Hannah over with her pigtails before bouncing off the ropes and charging at Frankie, Tessa and Emma.

The clown-jourou’s pigtails took the form of muscular arms, clothes lining both Emma and Frankie and taking them with her straight for Tessa.

Tessa ducked, tackling the clown to the mat before giving her a fully charged electrocution. Sparks and electric arcs shot all around the ring while Dumbelle convulsed like some kind of spastic cartoon character.

Both Frankie and Emma joined in, putting Dumbelle’s pigtails in a full bodied stranglehold.

They writhed around like a couple of crocodiles, thrashing back and forth in an attempt to shake the two wrestlers.

“This… is… ridiculous!” Frankie shouted over the slamming.

“Just keep a hold of her!” Hannah shouted, “Here comes the cavalry, girls!”

Both Verde and Hannah rushed over to either side of the clown-jourou, lifting her off the mat by her arms and legs. While the clown struggled to fight them off both Emma and Frankie worked together to tie her pigtails in a bow, all five wrestlers walking her over to the side of the ring feet first.

“Hold on, gals!” Frankie shouted, beckoning the referee over as she looked down at the clown’s face.

“Whoa, looks like Monica Flare has something to say to the circus queen herself!” Said Mitch. As the ref came up with the mic, Monica Flare snatched it up, getting right in the harrowing harlequin’s face.

“Well, Dumbelle, you sure did split some hairs!” Frankie jeered. Dumbelle groaned, her honks pained.

“I think I might have some gray hairs after all that!” The salamander continued, ignoring Dumbelle’s agonized protests. “But we beat you by a hair’s breadth! You might say you had a bad hair day!” She said. Now the audience was groaning, a few here and there chuckling at how awful her delivery was - the loudest of which was none other than the wurm twins at the announcer’s table.

“Just keep your hair on, alright Dumbelle?” Said Monica, snapping her fingers on either end of Dumbelle’s tied up pigtails. Small embers sparked from her fingertips as they slowly began to singe the tips of the clown-jourou’s hair.

Hannah shook her head at the salamander before turning to the others. “Alright, girls, dump her,” she said, the four of them tossing Dumbelle out of the ring. The clown landed on both feet outside the ring, smoke billowing out of her hair once more - only this time it was real fire.

She turned to face Frankie, who was looking smug up on the stage before mouthing the words, ‘you suck,’ and, ‘this isn’t over.’

No honking, no clowning around, she looked dead serious - which only emboldened Monica Flare. As Dumbelle marched her way up the ramp, hair still slightly on fire, Monica Flare looked around the ring to the other wrestlers.

“WELL, LOOKS LIKE SHE’S OUTTA OUR HAIR, AM I RIGHT, GIRLS?”

WHUMP!

Verde slugged her right in the jaw, knocking her down to the mat, causing both Wendys to laugh even harder than before.

“Wow, that was… something else, huh Reg?” Mitch asked, trying to salvage the situation. Reggie furrowed his brow as he took a deep breath and sighed.

“Shoulda booked her as a heel…” He muttered.

Tessa and Emma came to Frankie’s defense, both giving Verde a matching kick to either of her sides.

POP!

The burst of electricity sent the ogre stumbling backwards as more sparks flew around the arena. Cannibal Hannah retreated next to the ogre, ready for another clash.

“Was fun workin’ with ya while it lasted but now it’s the end of the road!” Hannah said with a smirk. The two raiju helped Frankie to her feet, the salamander rubbing her jaw where Verde had struck her.

“Yeah, I was thinkin’ the same thing!” Monica Flare replied.

That was one helluva punch, she thought, maybe I should've toned down the dad jokes…

Nah, I just need to kick Verde’s ass before the next wrestler gets here.

DING!

Dammit!

“Ladies and gentlemen, the final wrestler is entering the arena! We’ve saved her for last because she’s the latest, the straightest, but more importantly the greatest champion in Monster Wrestling Entertainment, it’s HEMLOCK!” Mitch announced. The arena erupted into cheers and applause. Both Wendys began to clap,

Which got Reggie and even Temet to join in. He blushed before sitting back down.

“Straightest…?” Reggie asked, leaning over to his co-host.

Mitch shrugged, “That’s what her manager has written here.”

Green fireworks burst from the stage as Hemlock entered the arena, basking in the praises from her fans. She took her time getting to the ring, stopping to pump her fists for the audience and even point at the camera before climbing up to the ropes. She took a deep breath and sighed happily.

This is what I live for, Lexi mused before ducking under the ropes.

Every wrestler in the ring shifted their focus to Hemlock, her tail whipping back and forth behind her.

“Hello, girls,” She said with a glint in her eyes, “I think there’s one too many of us in this ring, don’t you?”

In an instant the manticore’s tail whipped around and caught Cannibal Hannah by the leg, snatching her up and tossing her out of the ring. The ghoul managed to catch one hand on the rope, flopping back down onto the side of the ring in a slump. She groaned, manticore venom coursing through her veins as she attempted to keep a grip on the ropes.

“Hemlock has only just entered the ring and she’s already asserting her dominance!” Mitch cried.

“Cannibal Hannah can’t hope to recover now that she’s been hit with a little dose of Hemlock’s poison! How far is Hemlock willing to go for a win, huh?” Asked Wendi, turning to Reg.

Reggie smirked, “As far as she needs to. Whatever it takes to win out there, more power to her!”

“Oh, speaking of power, here comes Verde!” Wendy interjected.

Verde charged at Hemlock going for a grab, but the manticore caught her hands in her claws, forcing her back with her own raw strength.

The shock on Verde’s face caused Hemlock to laugh, pushing the ogre back while simultaneously batting her sides with the trunk of her tail. After several hits Verde Gigante finally caved, falling to one knee. She tried to break free from Hemlock’s grip, but the MWE champion would have none of it. With a toothy grin Hemlock pulled Verde close and wrapped an arm around her head, flipping Verde upside down on her shoulders. The ogre towered above the ring in Hemlock’s grasp, the manticore balancing her with her arms and tail. She slowly turned around the ring to show off to the crowds, Emma, Tessa and Frankie speechless at the show of strength.

“Oh my God! Is Hemlock- she is! She’s-”

“She’s going for a brain buster! JUST HOW STRONG IS HEMLOCK?!” The wurm twins shouted over Mitch.

Immediately Hemlock dropped back, Verde tumbling down to the mat with a crash.

WHUMP!

The whole ring shook under the impact, causing the raiju twins and Frankie to stumble while Verde lay motionless at the edge of the ring.

“Wow, just… wow. Nothing can stop Hemlock.” Said Mitch.

“I’m just surprised the ring didn’t explode.” Reggie finally spoke up.

Wendi giggled, “Good thing they got that extra strength ring just for this occasion, right sis?”

“That’s right, sis! No telling what could have happened if that was a normal ring!”

Hemlock was already back on her feet taking advantage of the situation. She pushed Verde to the edge and pulled the bottom rope up, giving her enough room to throw the ogre out with one strong nudge.

“Verde is out! That leaves Cannibal Hannah, Monica Flare, The Shock Mistress and Stormtrooper!” Said Wendy.

“Yeah, but what chance do they stand if Verde couldn’t handle the champ?” Reggie pointed out.

“Who knows what will happen?” Wendi retorted.

Can you survive the manticore? (1d20)

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>387219

when are we going to hit someone so hard they bounce back and forth off the ropes like they're in a pinball machine

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>387219

Not only are they gonna win, they’re going to absolutely crush it. A nonstop series of blows, strikes, and feints that will be unable to keep up with.

>>387224

Not with rolls like that

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>387219

1. avoid getting tailpussy'd

2. avoid getting tailpussy'd (it's that important)

3. let Hemlock fuck Hannah's shit up if the tailpussy goes for her first

4. GTFO out the way and get Hannah caught in the crossfire so Hannah goes over the ropes and onto the floor

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>387219

The fight has to go the champ's way for at least a little bit. But I think Hemlock's tactic of spining everybody is going to backfire when she hits Frankie. Think about it, Frankie is a monster who lives for fighting, proves her love by fighting, and whose husbandu is right there cheering her on. Getting hit with a spine is just going to fire her up.

Good luck with the new job.

Frankie could feel the heat building up inside, the promise of the challenge was hyping her back up. Emma and Tessa must feel it too, since they’re looking right at me, the salamander thought.

“Frankie… no,” Emma warned her. “We gotta work together on this one.”

Frankie shook her head, “No way, Emms! This is a one chance in a lifetime! I get to go toe to toe with Hemlock! Let me-“

“Yeah, that’s great and all,” Tessa interrupted her, “But you don’t stand a chance. You’ve been in the ring for several minutes, so you’re probably tired and she just started off by throwing out the biggest, baddest wrestler in the league. Not to mention she almost knocked Hannah out in one go and she’s using those damn spines on her tail.”

Frankie groaned. “Alright, alright, alright. So what’s the plan, we get her tired first?”

“That’s the idea. Right now we need to avoid that tail.” Tessa said, pointing at Hannah whose legs were now wobbling like a newborn doe.

“Ew… Too bad Meatgrinder’s not around for her to… grind… his meat.” Frankie grimaced, “Alright, what else?”

“Avoid the tail.” Emma repeated.

“Heard that already,” Frankie replied.

“It’s that important!” Both raiju shouted.

“You ladies done yapping, or should I just start swingin’?” Hemlock interrupted, grabbing Emma by the hand and irish whipping her to the other side of the ring. While The Shock Mistress was running off squealing Hemlock grabbed onto Tessa and twisted, performing a hip toss on her before she had a chance to react.

“Stormtrooper, huh? I think you’re about to have a flash flood!” She mocked, her tail hovering threateningly over her.

WHUMP!

Frankie rammed the manticore, shoving her away from Tessa. Hemlock’s tail cracked at her like a whip, but Monica Flare was ready for it, juking to the side before grabbing on with both arms.

“Fiesty one, aren’t ya?!” Hemlock laughed, struggling to keep her balance against her opponent.

“Oh, you’ll see just how fired up I can get!” Monica Flare shot back, wrestling with the muscular tail squirming in her arms. Just then Emma had bounced off the ropes and was on her way back. Hemlock grinned. “Good, I like a good challenge every once in a while!” The champ retorted, pulling all her weight around to fling Frankie into the raiju.

They collided, the two hitting the mat entangled with one another in a heap.

Hemlock slapped the dust off her claws and laughed, posing for the audience.

“How can any of them hope to win against raw strength like that?” Mitch wailed.

“I’m tellin’ ya, Mitch, this is a done deal. No way any of those guys are gonna beat Hemlock! She’s MWE’s champ for a reason!” Reggie replied.

“What do you think Wendy?” Mitch asked the wurm.

She seemed focused on the ring for a time before turning to her counterpart.

“Hey, sis, isn’t Monica Flare’s fire getting bigger?” She asked Wendi, looking down the announcer’s table.

“Yeah, it is! It definitely is!” Wendi confirmed, squinting at the ring.

“So? What does that mean? That she’s havin’ fun?” Reggie asked.

“It means it’s not over yet.” Temet answered, startling the four announcers.

<Doublepost

“Come on, now, this can’t be all you got!” Hemlock said, swaggering over to Monica Flare and The Shock Mistress. They attempted to get to their feet, but the manticore was too fast, sweeping their legs out from under them with her tail. Before they even hit the floor she grabbed each of them by their heads.

The two of them struggled in her grasp but it was no use, her grip was too strong. Hemlock reared back and threw Emma to the mat, the raiju bouncing up off of it by at least two - no three feet from what Frankie could make out.

“You know, I expected a little more from you coming all this way to the end. Thought you’d be a little tougher, what with all that talk of COMIN’ FOR ME in your little callout promo.” Hemlock taunted Frankie, “Guess it was all hot air, huh?”

In one swift motion Hemlock picked her up with both hands and threw her to the other side of the ring, the salamander nearly sliding out under the ropes.

“Oh my goodness! Did you see that Wendy? She slid! On her face!” Mitch hollered. Wendy nodded like mad, watching the fight intently.

“See? See? Whadid I tell ya? Hemlock has every right to be gloating right now!” Said Reggie indignantly as he watched the manticore dramatically put her claw to an ear to listen to the crowd’s cheers. Wendi rapidly patted him on the shoulder to get his attention.

“Look, Reg! She’s not done yet!” She cried, pointing at Monica Flare.

Back on her feet again, Frankie forced herself to breathe deeply as she stared down Hemlock. She felt for the ropes behind her, grabbing on to keep herself standing.

“You alright?” Tessa asked, managing to make her way over to the rope.

“That manticore is just crazy strong! She’s not pulling any of her punches!” Answered Frankie. “I don’t know if we can do this!”

“We gotta do this!” Emma said, taking her other side. “We made it this far on our dreams alone! We gotta go the extra mile, Frankie!” She urged her.

Hemlock began making her way over to the three, still basking in the praises of her fans.

Tessa’s ear twitched, causing her to glance over to the stage. “Hey, Frankie, you can do this!” She said, patting the salamander on the back. Just as Hemlock began to pick up speed, Tessa shoved Frankie out of the way with Emma’s help.

WHUMP!

POP!

<Triplepost!

Hemlock flew back at the discharge, landing in the center of the ring while Tessa had flipped up and over the ropes, crashing right into the arms of Wendi at the announcer’s table.

The wurm squealed, the leftover static from Stormtrooper causing her hair to stand up on end.

“Omigosh, are you alright?!” She wailed, shaking Tessa frantically. The raiju laid in her arms, unresponsive.

“She must’ve been knocked unconscious! Wendi, take her backstage, quick!” Mitch urged her. The wurm gave him a salute before slithering off backstage with Tessa in tow.

Frankie and Emma were in shock, the two of them watching the whole thing unfold in disbelief.

Tessa had been eliminated already, leaving both of them to face the champion together.

Frankie’s mind raced as she attempted to come up with a plan. This fight wasn’t exactly what she had in mind.

I wish David was here, she found herself thinking as she watched Wendi carry Tessa backstage. Just as the wurm had disappeared there was Starstorm still wearing his costume watching around the corner with several other wrestlers including Lucile Dukes.

Frankie didn’t care about them, she only looked at David. She saw him looking right back at her, holding a finger up high for her as he mouthed the words ‘To the top.’ Her chest swelled with a joy only a salamander could know: the man she loved was watching her fight and he believed in her against all odds!

The fire inside her flared up, causing Emma to jump.

“Whoa! You alright, Frankie?” She asked.

“Never been better.” She said, wiping a tear from her cheek.

“WHOA! Monica Flare has burst into flames!” Mitch announced, turning to either of his remaining co-hosts.

“Now that’s just wrong, setting herself on fire like that? She’s not taking this very well.” Reggie chided her.

Wendy shook her head, “That’s her fighting spirit, Reggie! Don’t you see it?” She retorted.

Both Reggie and Mitch leaned forward to look at the salamander closely.

“I… I think I see it!” Mitch said.

“You’re just staring at her ass,” Replied Reggie, shoving Mitch by the shoulder.

Hemlock stood back up and shook herself wildly, the sparks flying off her body. Her mane and hair were pointing in every direction possible with the help of the leftover static. That Stormtrooper’s sure got some high voltage! Good thing I knocked her ass out before she became a real problem, Lexi thought to herself. She quickly found herself staring at Monica Flare, whose eyes now had a fire in them she hadn’t yet seen. Or maybe that was the fire coming off her backside, the flames flickering and dancing around her.

“Well, looks like someone’s finally ready to put up a fight…” She muttered to herself.

The Shock Mistress was beside her as well. Good, easier to get them both in one go. Best deal with Monica first, though.

Hemlock charged forward, gunning right for Monica. Just before they collided the salamander twisted out of the way, causing Hemlock to bounce off the ropes. Fluke! That was a fluke! Alright, let’s try again, Lexi told herself. She quickly found Monica on the other side of the ring standing by the ropes. Is she trying to set me up to throw myself out? She must not know that my wings and tail can catch me before that happens. I’ll go low this time and grab her legs!

Off she went again, rushing Monica Flare. Just as she was going down for the salamander’s legs, Monica leapt over her and she found herself running straight into Cannibal Hannah who was still hanging onto the ropes.

WHUMP!

The ghoul let out a cry as she soared through the air and landed against the divider in front of the fans.

“Cannibal Hannah is finally out!” Wendy announced. “That manticore venom really did a number on her! She can’t even stand back up!”

“Wow, Frankie! Where’d this come from?” Emma cheered.

Frankie smiled and shook her head, “I’ll tell ya later. We still got a fight on our hands.”

Can you defeat Hemlock? (1d20)

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>387405

Monica and Emma are going to tag team Hemlock and win the match.Itd be great if the crowd starts shouting let’s get fired up!

>>387438

Oh god what have I done?!

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>387405

Hemlock is going to be too busy being caught up in her new image change in ring to completely focus on the match. Emma and Frankie are going to exploit this at an opportune moment to send the tailpussy out of the ring leaving the pair of them to duke it out.

>>387439

If my roll doesn't save this you've killed Frankie's chances at a belt. Your roll was bad and you should feel bad in b4 I also nat 1 this into oblivion

>>387438

>>387439

<Can anyone save this poor anon from this nat 1?

<If not, next choice might be a tough one.

<Also, bump for more votes.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>387438

It can't just be any tag team move, it's gotta be something that no one's made a signature of yet. It's gotta be something that plain amazes the entire crowd with absolute HYPE.

Hemlock let out a roaring laugh, watching as the staff had to carry Cannibal Hannah out of the arena. She was sweating profusely, her face as red as her suit.

Another victim to the ol’ manticore juice, Lexi smiled to herself. The feeling she got from playing the heel was overwhelming, it was a greater feeling than she had ever felt playing the champion face.

It was like she was doing what she was supposed to do, like a natural calling. It filled her with pride in her work. She raised her arms, basking once again in her fans’ praises.

“Poor Hannah! She never stood a chance!” Wendi sighed.

“Yeah, but those two are something else, holding their own against Hemlock like that!” Said Wendy, pointing at Monica Flare and The Shock Mistress.

“Hemlock’s not done yet!” Reggie reminded them. “Look!”

The manticore turned on Frankie and Emma. With a flap of her wings she glided across the mat straight for Monica Flare.

WHUMP!

She swung a right hook, a rush of wind blowing between her and her target - but her fist was stopped short. The whole audience gasped when Monica Flare caught Hemlock’s fist and delivered a devastating blow to her gut, fire shooting out either side of the manticore. Frankie grinned at her, letting go of her claw to let the champ stumble backward. Hemlock doubled over gasping for air when The Shock Mistress followed up by grabbing her by the head and slamming her face down into the mat.

“A DDT FROM THE SHOCK MISTRESS! The tide is turning on our champion!” Shouted Mitch.

“No way, there’s no way they could beat Hemlock!” Reggie protested.

“Pose!” Frankie told Emma.

“What?” The raiju asked.

“Like this! Style on her!” The salamander said, flexing her arms. Emma quickly got to her knees and held her hands up for the crowds to cheer.

The two smiled at one another, Frankie helping Emma back to her feet.

Hemlock coughed a few times before laughing at the two.

“Pretty good, but I’m not gonna lose to the likes of you!” She said, picking herself up off the mat. “Yeah, that’s right! I own this ring!” She shouted, readying herself for another go.

“Huh. She’s a lot tougher than I thought she’d be.” Frankie admitted.

Emma shook her head, “W-we… we still got this! Come on Monica!”

Must be trying to encourage herself, Frankie figured. Maybe a plan would help calm her nerves?

“Listen up, Emms,” Frankie spoke softly, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You get to the turnbuckle and get ready for a dive, alright? You’ll know when.”

“W-what about you? You’re gonna fight her alone?” The raiju asked.

“Don’t worry, I can handle this. I’m a born fighter!” She assured her, slapping her abs. Emma gave her a nod, trying to look confident. She quickly circled the manticore, drawing her attention.

“Hey, Hemlock!” Frankie shouted. The manticore turned back just in time to see Monica Flare rushing at her. The salamander trying to grab her but was quickly slapped off. The two locked arms, pushing against one another while Emma managed to get to the turnbuckle.

“Never thought some nobody like you would make it this far in Monster Mania.” Hemlock said, showing her fangs.

Monica Flare pulled back, dragging the manticore along with her to the mat, slamming her body on top of her opponent.

“Yeah, well this nobody is about to dethrone your ass!” Monica retorted, wrapping her arms around Hemlock’s head in a sleeper hold. The manticore struggled in her grasp, her claws digging into Monica’s forearm, but she wouldn’t let go. Hemlock twisted, pulling Monica along with her to free her tail.

WHAP, WHAP, WHAP!

<Doublepost!

She whipped her aggressor again and again with her tail, the spines finding their marks all across Monica’s back. The pain and other feelings that stirred in Monica forced her to release the manticore, the flames on her back flaring up once more as she rolled back and forth in agony.

“You’re one slippery salamander, I’ll give you that!” Hemlock conceded, rubbing her throat. She heaved, trying to catch her breath before getting back to her feet. “But this match is mine.” Frankie felt a rush of adrenaline blowing through her as her vision blurred. Damn, that venom is strong.

But I’m not gonna give up here, she told herself, forcing her body to cooperate. On shaky legs she managed to stand up once again, her breath heavy and labored. Her heart pounded against her chest, forcing her to move forward toward the manticore, much to Hemlock’s surprise.

Hemlock swung at her, Monica blocking and striking back. Hemlock dodged left and caught Monica in the chin with a stiffarm. Before the salamander could do anything Hemlock was on her again, grabbing her over the shoulders and lifting her straight up into the air.

“Hemlock is setting up for another brain buster!” Mitch cried, “There’s no way Monica Flare’ll come back from that!”

Monica towered in the air for a few moments before thrusting her legs downward. She landed firmly on both feet, flipping Hemlock up into the air onto her shoulders.

“OH MY GOD, A REVERSAL!” Mitch shouted, the audience erupting with cheers.

“She’s got Hemlock in her Fireman hold!” The wurm twins announced, Monica Flare spinning around the ring to show off to the world.

Hemlock struggled in vain, her tail whipping back and forth. “No way! I stung you at least ten times!” She growled.

Monica laughed, “Yeah, thanks for that! I got so much fire I don’t even know what to do with it!”

“What?!” Hemlock bellowed.

“Yeah! Don’t you know salamanders get their ‘fix’ when they’re fighting?” She laughed, positioning herself in front of The Shock Mistress who was now standing atop the turnbuckle. “Better luck next time, ‘champ!’ Haha!” Monica teased.

WHUMP!

The entire arena went silent as The Shock Mistress hit the mat after landing a body slam. When Emma hit the mat it took her a moment to realize what had happened. Sure, she had slammed Hemlock down to the mat, but she had also knocked Frankie for a loop, sending her reeling back against the ropes beside the manticore.

“Oooh and The Shock Mistress puts the hurt on BOTH Hemlock AND Monica Flare! Is this the end to their short alliance?!” Reggie announced, leaning into his mic.

Hemlock slowly dragged herself back to her feet. This match is fucking crazy, she mused, attempting to get a hold of Frankie. If I can just get this damn salamander out I can handle that crazy raiju.

She managed to get Monica Flare in a headlock, fighting to push her through the ropes with what strength she had left.

Emma picked herself up and ran at them, not sure what she was going to do when she got there.

A. Sacrifice yourself to save Frankie?

B. Push them both out for the victory?

>>387510

<It was worth a shot, but now the choice must be made!

<No dice, no suggestions this round. Emma must choose (and so must you.)

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>387405

Emma lands with her head inside the taipussy and electrifies it, while Frankie's tail lands in her pants and scourches her pussy pussy.

>>387600

>A

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>387600

Electaweasel is going to push the pair of them out of the ring. There's no time for friendship in the squared circle of life. One doesn't build a career out of being the notwinner. This >>387602 needs to happen before Emma wins however.

>>387607

Treachery will only beget further treachery and it will destroy their friendship. Emma should sacrifice herself to save Frankie.

>>387602

That’s seems overly dirty

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>387600

>B.

We gotta win this here and now

>>387600

Tough call. B is more in character for Shock Mistress but A is more in character for Emma.

Uncle Paul will be disappointed, but I think Emma is going to break character here and choose A.

>>387600

It's not just Frankie's dream. It's yours. And you're a heel, despite the temporary truce. If Frankie's a real friend she won't let this come between you two. B

<We're 3-3 on votes, bumping for tiebreaker. I'm happy this choice is so split

<Votes will be locked by the end of today, so if you haven't voted, please do!

>>387665

B

>>387600

B.

It keeps the shockMistress a heel AND continues the pattern of Emma being untouchable in the ring… AND also, doesn't the universe still owe Emma a little?

I guess this is it, Frankie mused, I hope Emma can handle Hemlock! The manticore had her through the ropes but just as she was about to fall out there came a sudden jolt and the two of them tumbled to the arena floor.

WHUMP!

Frankie landed underneath Hemlock, both of them completely dumbfounded as to what just happened. The arena had gone silent once again.

“I… don’t believe it.” Mitch stated.

“No way! That’s just crazy!” Added Reggie.

“Hemlock and Monica are out! Which means…” Wendy started.

“THE SHOCK MISTRESS HAS WON THE ROYAL RUMBLE!” Shouted Wendi to the world. Everyone in the arena roared and cheered and whistled their praises at the raiju standing alone in the ring.

Her face was as red as it could be with so much attention focused on her. She pulled the bill to her hat down over her eyes. I-I… I have to make a big show of this, right, she wondered.

Quickly she began to build up static, sparks popping off her body as she slowly raised her arms up to the roof.

CRACK BOOM!

Lightning struck the arena and thunder followed as her music began to play. The Shock Mistress stood victorious in the center of the ring, her heartbeat matching the tempo of the song - her Electric Feel. This drove the audience wild, their applause only growing louder.

Mitch wiped his face with his towel and sighed. “I can’t believe it Reg, The Shock Mistress, newest addition among the wrestlers has just defeated Hemlock, the MWE champion!”

“I know, I can hardly believe it myself,” Reggie replied. “Sure, she did it with the help of Monica Flare, but she had no problem shoving them both out of the ring at the same time! That’s what you gotta do out there in the ring! You take no prisoners and you pull none of your punches! You don’t get to the top by being nice!”

Both the Wendys nodded in agreement. “Oh! Look, here comes John Falstaff!” They exclaimed.

Emma’s manager came running up to her as fast as his legs could carry him. Even with his wide belly he somehow managed to roll into the ring with mic in hand, holding it out for her as the song died down. His face was glowing with so much pride and joy that Emma couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed if not a little giddy. “Good job, girl!” He congratulated her, pushing the mic up to her. She gave him a big smile and slowly took it, her heart pounding like crazy as she thought of what to say. What would Frankie have done in my situation, she wondered as both manticore and salamander hobbled their way up the ramp. Emma took a deep breath and sighed.

She would have challenged Temet right here and now!

“TEMET!” She roared, pointing a sparkling finger at the mummy queen.

“I’ve gotten through your little gauntlet and now I’m coming for YOU-U!”

CRACK BOOM!

<Doublepost!

Temet stood up and began to clap, the jumbotron focusing in on her. She continued to clap until the arena went silent.

“Well done, Shock Mistress. I look forward to meeting you in the mortal ring of honor!” She applauded her, smiling behind her face wrappings. “Go and rest! Recover your strength and gather your courage! For you - Shock Mistress - and your Stormtrooper will be fighting for your lives and of those living in this world!” She announced.

“Frankie!” David yelped, rushing to her side, “Frankie, are you alright? What happened?” He asked, bending down to let her lean on his shoulder. Frankie shook her head. “I lost.” She answered bluntly. Her legs buckled and she drooped down, David slowly easing her down to the floor. She slumped against the wall, staring down at her feet.

“Baby, listen…” David pleaded, getting down on his knees in front of her with his hands on her shoulders.

She sighed, looking up at him. “We lost, David. I couldn’t do it.” She replied. David pulled her into his chest, embracing her. She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him, a sob escaping her throat.

“It’s alright. You listen to me. Maybe we didn’t win the belts, who cares about that? We are living our dream, so you didn’t lose! You got to fight HEMLOCK - and you WON!” He said, holding her tight. “You’re the strongest person I know! Not even Verde could handle Hemlock!” Frankie squeezed David as best as she could, tears streaming down her cheeks. He was right. Sure, she felt disappointed, she had come so close to the end, but he was right - she got to face off against Hemlock, she got to show the world who Monica Flare was and the people loved it.

“There’s something else…” David said, pulling away from Frankie. She looked around, her face turning redder and redder. In the hall there were now several wrestlers watching and even their manager Megan was there. David turned and she handed him something. “I was going to save this for when we took the belts, but now I think this is the perfect time.” He said. When he turned back he swallowed before addressing her again. What was he talking about, Frankie wondered.

“Francine.”

Her heart skipped a beat. He never called me that, she told herself, just what is going on? “Will you marry me?” He asked, opening a small box in his hands to reveal a golden wedding band. Frankie’s face was practically glowing red now, her eyes welling up with tears. David swore he could hear them sizzling on her cheeks.

“Frankie?” He prompted her.

She hiccuped and lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his neck as she planted her lips on his.

“Yes! Yes! Of course I will!” She cried, kissing him again.

The hall erupted with all the wrestlers roaring with their approval. Lucile slapped David on the back, “Good on ya, boy!”

“You’re amazing, kid! You stood your ground against Hemlock!” Shouted Hannah.

Frankie smiled, looking up from David’s shoulders to see Hemlock grinning at her from across the hall before walking away.

<Triplepost!

“YOU DID IT EMMA!” Tessa squealed, nearly tackling her cousin to the ground. “You and me are going to the final showdown! I can’t believe you did it!”

“I never doubted her for a second!” Said Paul, shaking her by the shoulder.

Emma laughed, “Thanks, Uncle Paul! I couldn’t have gotten this far without you two,” she said, hugging Tessa back. Paul wrapped his arms around the both of them, squeezing them against one another as he roared with laughter.

“You two are gonna win this, I just know it!”

“If we win-” Emma began.

“WHEN!” Tessa corrected her.

“When! When we win, will this be your first belt, Uncle Paul?” She asked.

Paul nodded, “Oh it’ll be OUR first belt together!” He replied, “So you had best rest up and get your A game on!” He said, pulling them both to the breakroom.

Emma flopped down on the couch and pulled off her cap, wiping her brow while Tessa opened up the fridge and pulled out two sodas, tossing one to her cousin. The can hissed as Emma opened it and took a long swig.

“Ahh… thanks, Tess.” She said, holding the can close. Tessa flopped down beside her, popping the tab on her own can before downing nearly half of it.

“Yeah. You know, there’s a shower in the back if you wanna clean yourself up for the big showdown.” She replied.

Emma smiled, “Oh man… a shower would be great right now.” After sitting for a few more moments sipping at their soda, Tessa cleared her throat.

“Man, Emms, I didn’t think you had it in ya to knock Frankie out like that.”

Emma sighed. “I didn’t either. Is… Is she okay?”

“I’m sure she’s fine, I mean, you two would’ve had to face off anyway, right?” Replied Tessa.

Emma looked down at her soda, dipping it back to drink deeply from the can.

“I guess you’re right. Either one of us would’ve had to throw out the other at some point… I just hope she isn’t mad.”

“Stop it, Emms! If she’s mad at you then to hell with her - no friend would be mad at you for winning.” Her cousin scolded her. Emma nodded, “ I know… you’re right but… I’m just worried.”

Just then Devilray threw open the door and ran in.

“YOU GUYS! YOU GUYS! STARSTORM JUST PROPOSED TO MONICA FLARE!” She shouted. “AND SHE ACCEPTED! COME ON!”

Both Tessa and Emma looked at one another and smiled. “She can’t be that mad if she just got engaged, huh?” Said Tessa.

“I guess not, come on!” Emma answered, jumping off the couch and rushing out to the halls to join in on the celebrating

“So, Reg, The Shock Mistress and Stormtrooper are moving on to face off against Temet and her servant Rashi!” Said Mitch.

“That’s right, Mitch, I think I’m becoming a real fan of that Shock Mistress. She showed no mercy in delivering the final blow to both Monica Flare and Hemlock!”

“That’s totally wrong, Reggie!” Wendy reprimanded him, “I mean, I think she should have helped her friend out!”

“No way! She did the right thing!” Wendi argued, taking Reggie’s side. “Their truce was temporary! They were gonna have to fight eventually! This was the best way to secure a win!”

“Yeah, what she said!” Reggie added.

“Still, it was kind of underhanded.” Wendy pointed out.

“So what? She’s a heel!” Retorted Wendi.

“Ladies, ladies! It’s relax!” Mitch hollered in an attempt to calm them down, but the two wurms kept arguing until finally Temet stood up.

“Wurms!” She shouted, silencing the twins.

“Enough of this squabbling! Our audience is in need of a show, so I suggest you settle your dispute in the ring!” She commanded them.

Both Wendys looked at one another, completely flabbergasted at the suggestion. When it finally sunk in they both gasped and squealed.

“OH, OH! WE GOTTA DO IT NOW!” Wendi shouted. “I WANNA BE DARK DRAGON!”

“FINE!” Wendy replied, “I GET TO BE DEATH DRAGON!”

“You can’t be Death Dragon, I’m already Dark Dragon, that implies death!” argued Wendi.

“Okay, well, then I’ll be DRAGONDARK!” Wendy shouted.

“WENDY!” Wendi barked.

“OKAY, FINE! I’LL BE NIDHOGG!”

“That’s not a real word!”

“Yeah it is!”

“Get. In. The. Ring!” Temet commanded them. The two wurms scurried out from behind the announcer’s table, springing up into the ring by their long serpent-like bodies.

Mitch and Reggie looked at one another and shrugged.

“I guess this is happening now…?” Said Reggie.

Mitch smiled at his co-host. “Wanna commentate?”

“You know it!” Reggie laughed.

Which of the Wendys will win? How? (1d20)

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>387745

Double knockout

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>387746

going with this

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>387746

This is the only acceptable answer. Why? Because wurms.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>387746

Record setting too.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

Double KO.

But then they re-appear in the last fight and beat up everyone and win.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>387745

I'm just rolling for the ring to be destroyed.

The two wurms circled the ring, trying their best to keep their long tails from touching one another in vain.

The ring was clearly too small to contain a wurm, let alone two of them. All the same, they circled much like the wrestlers they had watched before, swatting at each other like some kind of animal.

“Looks like neither of them want to give up any ground,” Said Mitch.

“Come on, girls, throw a punch - or hell, throw each other!” Reggie egged them on. Both wurms nodded as if Reggie were coaching either of them, the twins rushing at one another.

WHAM!

They slammed their bodies together, entangling themselves in a double helix. Both of them thrashed about, each of them trying to get the better grip on the other.

“Wow, they’re pretty evenly matched!” Mitch said, turning to Reggie.

“I feel like I’m watching the discovery channel over here,” Reggie groaned.

Finally, one of the Wendys managed to get the other in a headlock, whipping her down onto the mat.

THUNK!

As her head hit the mat her horns went straight through, trapping her.

“Timeout, timeout!” She whimpered, but the other wurm quickly sprung herself up and flopped down on top of her sister.

The force from her body slam wrenched her twin’s head free, the two tumbling across the ring slapping and clawing at one another where they could, much to the audience’s entertainment.

“Looks like Wendy has… Wendi on the ropes!” Mitch told the viewers, trying to discern which wurm was which. “And… it looks like they’re about to break the ropes!” He said, as the two wurms strained the tethers of the ring.

“They’re ripping each other’s jackets up! Brutal!” Reggie cheered as Wendi pulled the sleeves off Wendy’s jacket while her sister tore the bottom half of her shirt off, exposing her midriff. The crowds cheers grew even louder at that.

Finally the two broke off, Wendy taking one side of the ring while Wendi had the other.

“That’s it! Let’s end this, Dark Dragon!” Shouted Wendy.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself, Nidhag!” Quipped Wendi.

“That’s Nidhogg, Dork Dragon!” Wendy growled, slithering up the turnbuckle.

“Whatever! You’ll be Nobodyhogg after this!” Wendi shot back, climbing up her own turnbuckle.

The two wurms launched themselves from the posts with their strong tails, soaring through the air at one another.

WHAM! THUMP! CRASH!

Both wurms knocked heads against one another with such force that they stopped mid air and tumbled down onto the ring, the weight behind the twins shaking the ring’s very foundation until it fell apart.

As the dust settled, the two wurms laid motionless on what was left of the ring, the arena going silent. The referee rushed out to either of them to make sure they were okay. Once he determined they were both unharmed he turned to the announcer’s table and nodded.

“Uh… It-uh, looks like we have a double knock out, everyone!” Mitch announced.

“The first one in years!” Reggie added.

“I feel bad for them now,” Mitch admitted.

“I feel bad for the ring. That thing was supposed to be extra strength reinforced and we just let a couple of wurms duke it out in there.” Reggie laughed.

Mitch shook his head. “Don’t worry, fans, we’ll be ready for the final showdown here soon enough!”

Temet stood up at that and stretched. “Indeed. I had best go and prepare myself. Come Rashi.” The mummy queen commanded, strutting her way off backstage.

<Doublepost!