Rolled 76 + 123 (1d100 + 123)

>>2866121

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>2866121

Rolled 3 + 123 (1d100 + 123)

>>2866121

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>>2866382
Why you gotta do this to me anon. Now i gotta hurt you.

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The crowd parts as Iggy slides in, the librarian turned rocker moon walking into the stage, her guitar leaning against her corner of the ring.

She soaks in the cheers as Corvus and Ironheart walk in,the lone babyface against the two top heels.

The bell rings.

Quickly Corvus and Ironheart team up against Iggy, suckerpunching her and then curb stomping her.

The crowd boos as Iggy rolls out of the ring, trying to get her bearings as Ironheart climbs over and grabs her head to slam to the ring post.

However Iggy reverses it at the last minute, sending Ironheart hurtling face first into the iron pole.

You hear a crack as Ironheart clutches her face screaming. But fortunately its not her face thats broken, its her mask.

The match continues as Corvous and Iggy duke it out, Courvous trying to take Iggy into a pile driver before Iggy is smashed in the back with her own guitar.

Ironheart glares at Iggy furiously, splinters in her hand as she wails on the guitarist, as the referee scrambles to call off the match.

Iggy has won but leaves in a streacher and certainly can't be fighting for a few turns. Ironheart herself stumbles away, still clutching her face to hide the crack in her mask.

You get the feeling these two arent going to be friends.

>Iggy is unavailable for 4 matches
>Feud Unlocked: Heavy Metal

With all the matches together you have made...

200+36+99 makes around 335, so you are now at 514

>Another match
>Buy some merch and stuff
>Go out on the town, talk to your wrestlers

>>2866813
Can we make some merch, like stickers and patches and stuff, to attract more people to the matches?

>>2866856
Sure can, it will also help you make more cash.
But merch and flyers are different.

>>Go out on the town, talk to your wrestlers
:3

>>2868021
I'll take it.

Pick a wrestler

>>2868050
Corvus

>>2868050
Ironheart :3

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>>2868121
Doing this cause it was first.

You head to the cogmatorium, where the dead have their augmentics and organs harvested and disassembled, they are then redistributed to more needy machines and people and a gravestone is applied thanking the dead for their service to the god computer.

From what you recall this is where Corvous lives, which explains why the girl is soo damn spooky.

You walk inside the corpse factory, heading underground to the citizens corner. Who knows what sortof dark twisted schemes Corvous has been brew-

"Aw who is best girl? You are! Yes you are Skully! You so floofy, way too floofy. Your a bad dog. Yes you are, yes you are." You hear Corvous giggle as her dog barked happily. The sorceress rubbing the belly of her blonde Pomeranian, "You gonna be punished, I'm going to love you to death and that will sh-."

She looks up and notices you staring.

>Close the door
>It's okay I like dogs too
>Write in

>>2868382
>>It's okay I like dogs too

>>2868382
>>Write in
>C-cute!

>>2868402
+1

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You cough. "I like dogs to." You say as you tilt to the side to avoid a cross that Corvous threw at you. "I even own my own Saint Bernhemoth. We call him Golliath."

"I don't know what you are talking about." Corvous said looking away, her ashen face failing to blush. "I don't particurally like dogs. I just found this one." Despite her words you notice she is still petting her dog, which has since scrambled its way onto the dark queen's lap.

"Ooookay. Well, Goliath loves visitors so if you and this stranger want to visit sometimes."

"Not my dog. But maybe." Corvous says as Skully falls asleep on her lap. "Is there any particular reason you need me?"

>Just making sure your training is going well
>Wanted to see how my wrestlers were doing.
>Write in

>>2875599
>>Wanted to see how my wrestlers were doing.

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"I am checkin on my wrestlers. Got big keikaku's in the oven we aren't gonna be small time forever." You say rubbing your hands subconsciously as you remember your brilliant schemes. "So I am makin sure everyone is on board."

Corvous thinks for a moment, letting Skully go to wander off in the cogmatorium. "Well besides me, Backlash and Bella no one here has any real training in the ring. Heck aren't the Blacklist themselves just some money lenders you worked with?"

"Wait what about Nina?" You point out as Corvous makes a face.

"What ABOUT her?" The sorceress snorts. "We are talking about competitors not shirking wannabes."

Oh right the two hate each other... though she does have a point, if you want to get in the big leagues in addition to your own ring you may need your own gym and to get some mentors. Perhaps a manager?

"Perhaps, your pretty savy on these things." You say as the woman shrugs.

"I know a lot." Corvous states.

>But i want to know more about you yourself

>Ask Corvous to do something

>Help Corvous for the day to help her stats
>Lets get back to matches

>>2876373
>>Lets get back to matches

>>2876373
>>But i want to know more about you yourself

>>2876433
Lets do this.

>>2876373
>>>But i want to know more about you yourself

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You nod. "Good good..." Your beady eyes scan the room, looking for a subject, some intel on your friend, "But I am startled, weaboodoo is rare magic, very expensive. Why work with humble merchant like myself."

You duck under her death glare. "Again, my reasons are my business. " Her lips twist in a smirk. "It's not like I am the only one in the room with ulterior motives for their arena."

"Oi vey that heavy accusation." You say sweating. "We gentle screwish merchant, no idea what your referring to."

"Of course not." Corvous said. "You just keep counting your shekels and minding your business and I'll mind mine." The witch walked forward, patting you on the back as she leads you out of the room.

The two of you wander through the cogmatorium her family runs. "We arent all old friends like Backlash you know." She says rapping her finger on several of the furnaces, you think you hear a sizzle as the furnaces burn just a bit brighter. "Its not all about the favor, and I am not so petty to be motivated by glory. By the way I am looking forward to our first tour?"

You raise a eyebrow "You want us to go on the road? But we hardly have the money goi."

"Oh you will find it." Corvous says. "I believe in you."

Oof.

Time for the match.

This is the card.
>One tag team
> One microphone promo to pitch next weeks match
>One championship match

>>2877843
>>One championship match

>>2877854
Your filling the card not picking which one happens.

All of them HAPPEN you just need to pick which of the wrestlers will do what

Note these are your cast
Tsun
The Blacklist: The money lenders turned trashtralkers Lyes and Slander
The Sultry Satanist Corvous
The Anarchist Ironheart

Dere
The Champion Backlash
The Optimist Bella Belive
The Ninja Nina Nowhere
The Rockstar Iggy Stardust (Injured)
The Farmer Olga

>>2877892
>Tag team
Blacklist vs Olga and Nina
>Mic Promo
Corvous
>Championship
Backlash Vs Ironheart.

>>2877892
>>2877929
Looking at this I agree but keep in mind that due to the draft season as it people expect the Tsun's to be creamed.
>Support.

Rolled 26, 81, 5 = 112 (3d100)

>>2878267
That season ended so youll be fine lets do dice.

80 Tag team
15 Promo
100 Champ match

Rolled 35, 89, 73 = 197 (3d100)

>>2878402

Everyone roll 3d100 as well

Rolled 7, 14, 32 = 53 (3d100)

>>2878402

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fbfCwk2_9ZY

The twang of country echoed through the halls as Olga walked into the stage, carrying her ninja partner on her shoulder as she waved to the audiance. "Yello y'all! It is Olga here to do the fighting and the wining for everyone."

"Blah blah!" A shrill voice interrupts over the mic as a new theme plays.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EB8729gMpNg

Lyes and Slander walk out, diamongs glinting upon the pairs matching Wedding Knuckles as Lyes spun the cord of her microphone. The dimunitive legbreaker smirked, the scar under her eye creasing as she held up the mike.

"Look at the two of you, a backwater hick with a partner so irrelevant her specialty is being ignored." Lyes said closing her eyes. "And WOW! It's working! I already don't care about you."

The bell rings as Olga steps towards Lyes, the blacklister smirking as she... runs away and tags Slander, the two duking it out heavily.

The pair brawl as the ring shakes under the two giants before Lyes secretly tags herself in.

As Olga tags out and lets Nina hit Slander with the top rope drop kick the conniving criminal reaches from behind and hits Nina with a suprise rollup, getting a three count out of nowhere.

People aren't exactly HAPPY with the ending but its not like Lyes cares.

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Crows fly on the overhead projector as Corvous strides in, Skully noticeably absent from her side as she strode to the stage.

"Ironheart this, ironheart that. From shackles to spotlight, the overambitious Sparrow leaps far too soon to fly." She snaps her fingers as the light kills in the area, casting the place in darkness save for a small purple flame lit in her palm. "Merely to crash to their own death."

"Tread carefully little captive, it's not safe to be so alone. And Backlash... I'll see you next week."

The flame goes out and the gym's lights flick back on with Corvous vanished.

Spooky.

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Ironheart walks out, bandages hiding the crack in her mask as the woman crawled under the rings and made her way into the ring.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Md9Y_kq5lqU
Following her is Backlash, the aging wrestler tossing away the ciggerette in her lips as she heading down the ramp, shakin hands with the audience along the way.

The bell rings as the two face off, Ironheart quickly charging straight into Backlash's backhand. Ironheart grins under her mask as the iron faceplate hurts the champs hand as Ironheart head butts Backlash to the floor, stomping on the champs left arm.

Backlash clocks Ironheart with a shoulder tackle as the champ rises, lifting Ironheart into a german suplex.

Ironheart kicks out of the pin and tries to work Backlash into a armbar only for the struggling champion to grab the ropes.

The two stare down each other, the crowd hot...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Go8-t09PgGU

Sirens echo outside as five woman run down the ramp, glad in the black shirts of Motherland Law enforcement. The head woman smirks as she blows her whistle, the group pulling the wrestlers apart and holding down Ironheart.

"Well well, Ironheart you are under arrest for crimes against Comp and Caesar, you may be silent..." The police sergant said smirking as she handcuffed Ironheart, only to be hit from behind as Backlash struggles free.

The sergeant smirks as she hits Backlash with a low blow followed by a RKO. "Temper, temper, no need for anger. Justice has already been served." The cop smirked as she hits Ironheart with a punt kick, knocking the broken mask off the prisoners face. "Alright, take her downtown."

She salutes the audiance amidst a sea of boos. "Apologies madam, go about your normal day."

You look up and you swear you see a crow perched on the rafters. But that's probbably nothing.

>The show must go on, back to buying stuff
>God damnit, we gotta get Ironheart back! Down to the station
>Confront Corvous, the FUCK

>>2880026
>God damnit, we gotta get Ironheart back! Down to the station

>>2880026
>>God damnit, we gotta get Ironheart back! Down to the station

>>2880026
>>God damnit, we gotta get Ironheart back! Down to the station

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You storm into the Bloc of Freedom, papers gripped angrily in one hand and a bag of shekels gripped in the other. The brightly lit temple to law echo with your footsteps as you see a woman at the desk.

You toss your paper at the secretary. "On what char-"

"Oi Mr Shekelstein we were waiting for you." The secretary said. "Let me ring your 12 o clock."

"What... I mean, ahem, thank you." You say as the woman pushes a button, you look at the clock, sure enough its 12 on the dot, even though you didnt exactly schedule a appointment....

You feel like you were planned for and you hate it.

The sergeant from before walks up, waving at you. "Guten tag, Techquisitor Gulag, Sergant of Berlingrad PDF, and member of the Cute Combat Competition. Or the CCC."

You gulp, a competitor.

>Back to arguing! How dare you take my talent!
>What is your angle.
>Is it really ethical to be a police officer and a wrestler.

>>2880853
>>Back to arguing! How dare you take my talent!

>>2880853
>What would your mother think of you walking around outside like that?

>>2880853
>Back to arguing! How dare you take my talent!
Make sure to accuse her of antisemitism.

>>2880853
>>Back to arguing! How dare you take my talent!

>>2880853
>>Is it really ethical to be a police officer and a wrestler.
Especially since your current case is against a possible competitor?
Isn't there ethical implications, not to mention other laws and regulations against such "possible" misuse of government forces?

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"Whatever! Who do you think you are catching people on false charges! Just to scrape out shekels from me own purse too! That is antijewmitism. Now I demand you stop your unethical misuse of-." You yell bristling with anger as you hear a slight pop. You blink as you see the officer pop open a bag of potato chip the sergeant looking bored at your diatribe.

Crunch. "Look, I'm Nipponese so i got a nice race card on that antijewmistim strategy." Crunch. "Besides it was perfectly legal. Everyone heard her level one blasphemy when the show started."

You clench your fist. "Level one blasphemy is a accepted sin for paroled patients! Its a vent outlet!"

"Practice not paper." Gulag says tittering. "But I suppose if you are so desperate for community service you and a few of your girls can go compete against us in the CCC. If you win I SUPPOSE I'll let her go on a slight fine. If you fail... well you can always try again. Or hey you can buy her freedom like last time."

"No clue what you are talking about." You respond as Gulag smirks.

"Of course you dont."

>Fuck you the templecourts are a thing for a reason! (Sue)
>Fine, you know a railroad when you see it (Invasion angle)
>Just bribe your way into Ironheart's freedom

>>2882951
>>Fuck you the templecourts are a thing for a reason! (Sue)
But bribe those in the courts to go your way. If we can.

>>2882951
>>Just bribe your way into Ironheart's freedom

>>2882951
>Threaten to sue unless we get a meeting with the CCC boss
>Sue them anyway later

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"Fuck it!" You say turning around. "I don't need this. I believe in our legal system! I, and my money, will see you in court!"

"Wait!" Gulag says, looking side to side. "We need your guys so we can host a PPV, if you play along we'll cut you half of the profits. Not the gross of course."

Hmmmm... you DO like money and sueing is a tad expensive.

From what you can tell a lawsuit, bribe or not will be either a combination of expensive or slow, while the PPV can be done immediately (Or after buying some last minute pinch hitters).

However on the other hand, why should you help the competition, especially if they are willing to play dirty.

>>2887518
Help them for a cut, AND a favor for later.
They need it more than you, so they should pay a higher premium for your trouble.

>>2887518
Cut a deal, add a contract that they can't steal our wrestlers anymore.

>>2887518
>Cut a deal, add a contract that they can't steal our wrestlers anymore.

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"Ah, very well then... we shall take your deal, but in exchange you owe us, and no more arresting my wrestlers." You put away your purse and briefcase to rub your hands. "In fact no more taking my *ahem* employees in general okay goy. It would be unfortunate if we were to have to go to court about broken deals with the police, corruption trials are *cough* messy."

Gulag nods. "Alright is there anything else."

"Oh yes yes, I need to talk to your boss, make sure there is no "Ahem" disagreement here."

Gulag nods and inputs some numbers to a phone, "Yes boss, It's him, yeah he wants to speak to you. No he doesn't know, should I tell him? No, Okay." She hands you the phone as you scowl.

You lift the phone to your ear, as you hear a familiar giggle, your blood growing cold with forebodding.

"Hello dear." You hear as you gulp.

"Hi... honey." You say as you talk to the Promoter of CCC, Margaret Shekelstein.

Your ex wife.

"I heard your terms, 50% and a favor huh?" Mrs Shekelstein giggles. "Just like old times huh?"

>Ahem, the fuck?
> Yes madam those are my demands. If you act like you dont know her maybe she'll leave you alone
>Maggy, darling, if you wanted a date you didn't have to be so coy about it. You could've just asked.

>>2894769
>> Yes madam those are my demands. If you act like you dont know her maybe she'll leave you alone

>>2894769
>>Maggy, darling, if you wanted a date you didn't have to be so coy about it. You could've just asked.

>>2894769
>Maggy, darling, if you wanted a date you didn't have to be so coy about it. You could've just asked.