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>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wlXlBA1UfzQ&list=LLedlI5BTS8vY-i5jMwthCDA&index=28

"Harder!" Dad shouts as you pound on a wooden log, your fists hurting every time you smash them against the solid target "Focus on the key points instead of just smashing it!" Dad keeps shouting in his heavy Portuguese accent. His belt unsheathed and ready at the single moment you stop to breathe.

Your small 12 year old fist crack against the wood as it gets molded punch by punch, like the world's most violent pottery class, you want to take a break, your sweat starts to drip from the headband you carelessly made, and your breathing starts to get more violent and erratic.

Despite this, you almost feel calm, the peacefulness of it all, most parents would have already called child support, but for you this feels like any other family outing, hell if it wasn't for the blinding pain that would come across your ass if you stopped to look at your dad. You could almost swear he was smiling, seeing his son doing just as great as he had.

But the body can do only so much, and after the 3000th punch the training has alreday started to take its toll on to you

>Stop and rest, you pushed your body to the limit. (wake up)
>Keep training, dad would be proud if you keep it up (roll 1d20) (Keep dreaming)

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>42294800
>>Keep training, dad would be proud if you keep it up (roll 1d20) (Keep dreaming)

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>42294800

>Keep training, dad would be proud if you keep it up (roll 1d20)

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>>42294800
You keep fighting against the log, crashing its walls from every fists you deliver, for you, this is pure bliss...

You give 5 more minutes until dad shouts at you

"Stop!"

"Yesssir!"

His Olympian swimmer build shows from his training clothes, his belt now on the floor "Good job son...."

The words hit you like a truck, for some kids a prize was going to eat ice-cream or maybe go to the movies, yet for you it was for your father to simply utter those words at you

"But you see...." Dad says as his face starts to change, almost resembling......

Oh come on.... Really?

>"Ain't no runnin' from Karma..... Ain't no runnin'...... Ain't no runnin' from Karma..... Ain't no runnin'"

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhQSMWiwAeA

Your setting starts to get distorted as your would-be father starts singing in the background, the calm woods now turning into a old school ring, fit for an obscure wrestling league, it even had handmade logos as well as a crowd of around a 100 people...

Yeah you remember this place.....

You hope you didn't had to, but yeah everything comes around

>Just.....watch
>Fuck this, you don't want to be here

>>42295212
>>Fuck this, you don't want to be here
Nope!

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>>42295212

>Fuck this, you don't want to be here

Kind of slow tonight... I hope it picks up.

>>42295312
Yeah just you and me for right now.

>>42295212
Haha, no.

Fuck this noise, fuck this shit, you were having a great time getting the shit beaten out of you thanks to training, no way in hell you're gonna get these bad memories again

As you move away from the ring with complete indifference you can hear your old theme song blare up once again, despite this you are still walking away, yeah you remember that night, you still used that weird mask you bought on a store, really it was more because wrestling was still a hobby for you at the time...

>"And here he is! our newcomer straight from Vancouver! DEEEESSSSTRRRROOOOYMAAAANNN!"

Fuck that name was cheesy, you took it from a game but the announcer was probably too old to know that

You start getting into the crowd, but like swimming against the current of a running river, it was proving difficult

Meanwhile your opponent starts attacking you

You REALLY don't want to be here

>roll 1d20

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>42295490

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>42295490

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>42295490

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>42295490

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>Rolled 4 (1d20)

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>>42295490
You Keep moving away from the crowd just as the announcer starts to narrate your moves, You actually had some fun that night, you experimented with different techniques and even the guy you were fighting against knew it wasn't that bad, selling it like a pro.

But you could feel the seconds counting, every moment ticking like a bomb, waiting for that moment

>"What is destroyman going for?! It's a.... Piledriver?! *Muffled talk*"

You never knew what the announcer said during those few seconds of unprofessionalism, but you were sure it was something along the lines of

>"What the fuck is that kid doing?!"

Yeah it was pretty much that

>"Let me reiterate....FUCK THIS NOISE" (Wake up)
>"Might as well finish this shit"

>>42295704
>"Let me reiterate....FUCK THIS NOISE" (Wake up)

>>42295704
>>"Let me reiterate....FUCK THIS NOISE" (Wake up)

>>42295704

>"Might as well finish this shit"

$5 something like this happened: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wq1sugcporc Except our guy didn't get up...

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>>42295704
Let me reiterate....FUCK THIS NOISE" You shout as the whole ring stands still, seemingly stuck in pause, the kids was no older than 30, you saw him every once in a while before the accident, you could see his face pressing against the mat, your imagination filling his face of terror and despair.

Yeah you didn't want to see this.

Time to wake up....
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Your alarm gives of a generic ring just as your cellphone rings with vigor.

From your bed you see some airplane tickets as well as your wrestling leotard and some spare clothes, probably work of Danielle while you were sleeping.

As you stretch you pick up the phone without much expectation of who it might be

>"Hey Roy"

"Sup Giorgio" You answer without care

>"You ready for the plane ride?"

"How much time left?"

>"Oh about 5 hours, plenty of time to pack"

"kay' Seeya bro" You say as you hang up the phone

Now for packing....

>Pack light, you're probably gonna spend a crapton of money on souvenirs
>Pack normal, clothes, cleaning kit, anything else you might find
>Pack heavy, Because really, you never know when a outdoor survival kit might come in handy

>>42295765
fuck, forgot about this one, but yeah piledriver off-the-top-rope, you arent Haggar

>>42295992
>>Pack normal, clothes, cleaning kit, anything else you might find

>>42295992
>Pack normal, clothes, cleaning kit, anything else you might find

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>>42295992

>Pack normal, clothes, cleaning kit, anything else you might find

Depends on where in Quebec we're going, but that should hold us down nicely.

>TFW we end up going camping and fighting out in a national park or some shit...

>>42295992
You start packing the basic things, cleaning kit, clothes, and pretty much the stuff that comes from the top of your head

1 hour later and your luggage is ready and airplane worthy

You turn the TV out of boredom and see surf the channels until you see something that grabs your attention

>"MONDAY MONDAY MONDAY, THE NORTH AMERICAN TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT BEGINS, CANADA, UNITED STATES, MEXICO, WHO WILL BECOME THE BEST OF THE BEST?!"
>"Thank you for that robbie! Now for some info regarding that tournament you all people talk so much about!"

Your phone starts ringing as an unknown number shows up on the screen

>Keep watching TV
>Answer the phone call
>Write in

>>42296287
>>Answer the phone call

>>42296287
>>Answer the phone call

>>42296287

>Answer the phone call

>>42296287
You take your cheap and incredibly sturdy cell phone and answer it, only being greeted by a womanly voice

"Mr. Roy Armada?"

"That's my name"

"Hello Mr. Armada, this is Katie Greenwich" a young woman with a faint British accent answers "You are one of our current members for the tournament, right?"

"Indeed I am..." You answer calmly "Do you require something?"

"Indeed" Ms. Greenwich says as her accent gets thicker, clearly from the north "Would you mind answering some questions? purely for confirmation"

"Um...sure"

"What would your ideal kind of woman be?" The young woman asks, her accent now full force

"Excuse me?"

"psyche test Mr. Armada, please answer it" The Brit says as she tries to reign back her accent

>(Describe your kind of girl)
>"This doesn't seem like something official..."
>Perception check (1d20)

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>42296687
>>Perception check (1d20)

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>42296687

>Perception check (1d20)

Rollin'.

>>42296717
Writing for CRITFAAAAAIIIIILLL

>>42296687
"Mr. Armada! Not answering these questions might cost you your entrance!" The girl now persuading you full force

"R-right! Anything you need!" You get scared off your ass with the prospect of screwing up your entry fee, making even the thought of it make your hair stand on its nerves

"Good...Now onto the questions!" Katie happily says as she starts prying information from you

>POV CHANGE

>Giorgio
>Sara
>Danielle

>>42296717
Yeah imma stop rolling.

>>42296687
>Danielle
I smell a set up.

>>42296913

>Giorgio

>>42296913
>>Danielle
To break the tie.

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You sit in the airport staff room, adjusting your pilot uniform and adding your extra flair to it (Taking off some buttons makes you look a LOT better). After some divagating around the room your target appears.

"Johnny Guitar" Is what they called him, your old copilot and really the only reason you were able to get 3 tickets to Quebec free in the first place, the guy was the epitome of suave, like if both Fabio and Antonio Banderas had a one night stand with each other and did some surgery to make the baby look even better.

Still. He was nothing compared to your Roy, that's for sure

"Hola, baby" Johnny says as he tries to speak Spanish, clear to say he fails spectacularly

"Sup Johnny" You say as you shoot down any flirting he tries on you, you only have eyes for one guy now "I thought you were only handing me the tickets?"

"Don't say that baby, You know that is just an excuse to spend more time together!" Johnny says as he casually unbuttons the top of his shirt

How come some people don't get a hint you don't want them around? Ugh

>Shoot him down
>Shoot him down HARD
>Keep appearances up, flirt him back a little, maybe he can shut up for a while

>>42297382
>>Shoot him down HARD

>>42297382

>Shoot him down HARD

>>42297382
>Shoot him down HARD

>>42297382
>Shoot him down HARD

>>42297382
"Listen up you fuckface, this is a favor, nothing else, nothing more" You say as this seductor-wannabe gets taken aback "I'm already taken, So either you back the fuck off or get smacked the fuck up"

"Well if you're going to be like this then maybe I'll have to can-"

"You ain't gonna cancel shit! Unless you want to feel the meaning of love from your amputated dick!" You raise your voice as Johnny starts sweating bullets

"O-o-okay! No problem with that miss!"

"I ain't yo miss! I am your captain! And unless you want this captain to make an improvised wasp nest with your mouth, you gonna address me as captain, you're not gonna talk to me unless I let you, and your gonna be my bitch when I tell you! CLEAR?!"

"Yes! Yes! Mi- I mean Captain! Right away!" Johnny guitar runs with his tail between his legs as he goes towards the big commercial plane heading to Quebec.

You should do that too, considering you'll have to fly that big ol ton of scrap

>Head for the plane
>Make sure everyone is ready
>Call Roy

>>42297649
>Call Roy

>>42297649
>>Call Roy

>>42297649
>Call Roy

>>42297649

>Make sure everyone is ready

>>42297649
You take your expensive cellphone and call Roy, because why wouldn't you call Roy?

>"Look I've already given you my favorite color, my type of underwear and my secret Hobby, what more do you want?"

"Uuuuh...Your pen-?"

> "Oh, Danielle, hi yeah, uuuuh ignore that, so.... Why are you calling?"

"Not much, see if your ready? That counts as an excuse to hear your voice darling" You say, hoping Roy gets frustrated with that sexy voice of his

>"already getting there, currently picking up Giorgio and Sara, You?"

"About 2 hours for lift-off honey, If you're early I can take to the mile high club...." You say trying to put your sultry up to maximum, sadly Roy hangs up before answering

>Head to the plane
>Call someone else (specify)

>>42298053

>Head to the plane

>>42298053
>Head to the plane

>>42298053
>>Head to the plane

>>42298053
You go to your plane, although calling it a plane was overextending a little bit, sure it might land in two different pieces, but it was free! and god knows you love free stuff.

As you walk towards the plane you start to familiarizing yourself with the layout, figuring out where everything should be.

"You kno-" Johnny attempted to say something before you slapped the words out of him.

"Keep talking, and I'll make you look as red as a cheap whore ass!" With that Johnny shuts up and sits properly in his chair.

As you look at the clock you realize only 2 hours remain, this could prove a problem if Roy has any altercation on the road, hope he gets here safely....

>POV SWITCH

"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK" You shout as the horn from your car blasts away the road "MOVE OUT OF THE WAY FUCKERS!"

"SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT" Sara screams as she puts on her pants "I KEEP TELLING YOU THE ALARM DIDNT WORK!"

"SARA I SWEAR TO GOD" Roy shouts from the copilot seat

"JUST DRIVE"

"IM DOING THAT" You shout as it comes to your sight that a construction is taaking place, this becomes a difficulty when your car is speeding off at 100 KM/H

>DOOOOOOOOOOOOOODGGGEEEEEE (Roll 1d30)
>HOLD ON TIGHT (Roll 1d20)
>Write in

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>42298357
>HOLD ON TIGHT (Roll 1d20)

Rolled 23 (1d30)

>>42298357
>DOOOOOOOOOOOOOODGGGEEEEEE (Roll 1d30)

Rolled 15 (1d30)

>>42298357

>DOOOOOOOOOOOOOODGGGEEEEEE (Roll 1d30)

>>42298357
You shout incoherent garbage as you dodge the construction site, almost running over a worker

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?! DID WE KILL SOMEONE?!" Sara shouts as she puts her shirt backwards

"SHUT THE FUCK UP EVERYBODY I'M GETTING A MIGRAINE" Roy shouts as he grabs his head in pain

>POV SWITCH

Okay Danielle, it is currently an hour before the plane lifts off, no confirmation is here, and now you're sweaty from Gagging Johnny to his chair

Meh, You can still just sleep it off, it's not like They're paying you here

>And that's it! I had to cut it short today due to important matters, but I'm pretty much always doing these stuff on Fridays! So please be here next week!

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>>42298654

Fun as always Goose. See ya next week. I have no clue when I'll get to running my quest again; Too tired from tearing down a house, helping a friend move out and general asshattery at my work this week...