>>1583957
> ( ?.?) [What?]
> :C [You are awfully sorry]

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( x.x) I Kill Myself

>>1583957
> ( ?.?) [What?]

>>1583957
>> ( >.<)=3 [She flatlined you! You were allowed to fight back and those chairs couldn't have been that expensive.]

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Welcome to the wonderful world of WWW

This is a world where Cuteness is power and what better way to exhibit this with oncamera CARNAGE?

You are Blitzkrieg Betty, better known as General Bertha Von Screwletter. You were a ex millitary commander in the Third Shipping wars against the Rotten Dead, a terrorist cell of fujioshi necromancers trying to use dark sexusorcery before retiring because of a war wound rendering you mute and all the glompromancers were shot, by you.

The game is simple, when you are in the ring I'll call for a 1dx roll for the next five posters. Matching numbers equal successes and can generate heat, which can be used to perform harder roles and eventually pin the opponnent.

They can do the same.

None arena rolls (like apologizing to your proprietor for messing up the next match) are 1d100s.

Last thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1354105/#p1359319

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>>1583970

>Name fag
>Sleeps with weeb dakimarus
>Names himself the end
>Thinks he can write in on my threads
>Getaloadofthisguy.png

>>1583957
>> ( >.<)=3 [She flatlined you! You were allowed to fight back and those chairs couldn't have been that expensive.]

>>1583957
>> ( >.<)=3 [She flatlined you! You were allowed to fight back and those chairs couldn't have been that expensive.]

IT'S BACK

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>>1583957
> ( Ou<) [You are welcome]

I was wondering if this would run again!

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You pout, that is not fair! She flatlined you! And all you did was ask her to sign a autograph book... and got her to knock her own kouhai out with a solid punch to the face.

Perfectly reasonable, not grudge worthy things! Its not your fault if things got a little violent!

Damn stares at you before taking a puff of his ciggerrette, watching you emote angrily. "Shit you go method on this fuckin gimmick, I can't speak bad mime." He opens his booklet writting something down. "At least get some lessons if you want to do this stitck everywhere."

You open your mouth, revealing the lump where your tongue was as the man whistles.

"Okay, suppose you are just a crippie... at least you can't bitch when I chew you out." The man says as he hands you the booklet and pen. "Here rip pages out when you come up with your excuses. Now you do realize you were a opening act right? Page one deal?"

You nod as he points at his schedule. "Now see we arrange things by hype, you won the raffle prize so we have to keep you on but you arent pro, just cause you get a win doesn't mean you are going to stay around like a bad wart. So we give you your fight, your fans and your day getting your ass kicked, heck you got to be smothered in Queen's tatas and I know people who'd pay good kidneys for that. Now you got yourself in a feud with a cross club stable AND by proxy my club for hiring you. " The man sits in a table, fiddling with a pencil. "Now the next two fights are ruined cause no ones paying attention and a few months ads go down the drain and it'll all be worth it if you were a real wrestler but your NOT and I have no reason to believe you won't flake."

The man leans close to you. "So GI jane, why should I not just not shelf you till your rematch with Lady and let her bash your head in with a fire hydrant?"

> :c (Dont write anything, just start crying cause he was mean to you)
> [You do realize I was actually a general right? I can handle myself in a combat career]
>[Rude! You should've made me a headliner clearly and not caused the disturbances]
> [Isn't this mostly malpractice's fault?]
>>1584208
It was supposed to be a monthly thing but my jorb made it difficult.

Look I got her drawn by lemonfont too

>>1584526
> [You do realize I was actually a general right? I can handle myself in a combat career]
> [Isn't this mostly malpractice's fault?]

>>1584526
>> [You do realize I was actually a general right? I can handle myself in a combat career]

>>1584526
> [You do realize I was actually a general right? I can handle myself in a combat career]
> [Isn't this mostly malpractice's fault?]
We aren't a GI either. Don't they know ANYTHING about the our glorious homeland?

>>1584526
>> [You do realize I was actually a general right? I can handle myself in a combat career]

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You frown scribbling in your notebook as you hand it back to him.

"Alright... yeah course this is malpractice's fault but she's not my client. You are a rookie class that I hired through a company wide lottery, shes a gold league member who simply is a mentor and manager to Malpractice, technically speaking even if I ban her from my club her boss can just unban her. Hold on..." The man reads under. "So you are actually a general, you aren't just some weirdo in a uniform costume they bought at millitary surplus?"

You shook your head as he laughs. "That's a first in this business. Usually you millitary types find it pays more to stay in the wars, though I suppose you can't exactly do that without a tongue." He says as you nod.

He sighs, pushing his box of cigarettes to you as you pick one up. "Honestly, that's partly a load. Sure you can still pull a diva on your first loss or something but I'm sure you are used to taking orders Miss general. Remember this is tv not just arena combat, we need to make stories and stuff happen here, and you already got one going but sometimes things won't go your way and you are going to need to deal."

You nod as he leans forward, sitting upright.

"Well then welcome to WWW Ms Screwletter, do you have any questions?"

>Write in
>No

>>1584825
>>No

>>1584825
> > (9 o.o)9 [So when do is the next fight?]

>>1584825

This >>1584854 plus
> ( ＾▽＾)っ A friend of mine already offered to be my manager. That's okay right?

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You perk up writing in your book.

"Oh so you already got a manager, and she knows sign? Saves hr the trouble of appointing you a tranlsater so no problem with me... make sure she visits my office to make sure she doesnt do something completely stupid."

She probably will.

"Oh as for the match thing, we record and perfom every saturday which means you'll be on air wensday and have a week till your next match. Normally we set you up with a trainer for monday till wensday as the league gets its plans set up, then you got thursday and friday stuck doing recording and hype stuff which leaves people like us with sunday to fuck off. So don't assume the lord never did anything for you," The man looks to his wrist. "Speaking of sunday it's officially fuck off o'clock. Get out of my office I have shit to do at home."

You salute as you walk out the man giving a lazy one in return without bothering to get up from his chair. Which is disrespectful but you dont think he respects anything to begin with.

You got a few options
>Go see Ivanaka
>Go see Lady
>Go see one of the announcers
>Go straight home
>Go drinking!

>>1585229
>>Go see Ivanaka
>Go drinking!

>>1585229
>Go drinking

>>1585229
>Go see Ivanaka
>Go drinking!

>>1585229
>Go see Ivanaka
>Go see Lady
>Go drinking!
is this possible

>>1585229
>>Go see Ivanaka
>>1584526
I thought we were smaller/cuter.

>>1586557
You dont think shes cute? ;n;

Looks like "Going out drinking with ivanaka" wins

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You go back to the locker room, getting the rest of your clothes and gear as you text Ivanaka to meet you at the vunderbar.

Vunderbar is a local pub run by Reinstand Leanardtrok, another Motherland-nipponian like you. So the place is rather popular among you and your old unit, whenever you got leave that is.

Though now you are on permanent leave. Sad.

You walk through the dirty halls of the city, tall buildings loam over in a roughshod where people decided to stick to "traditional" then realized it was cheaper to make the next 10 floors just glass and steel beams. They always looked to you like legs wearing the old world as a boot.

It doesn't take you long to realize you are being followed... but its really a amateur job. They completely match pace and make sure you are still in view and everything. Sp clearly this is not a military assassination attempt or anything so you let it by for awhile, probably just a lecher.

Though eventualy you hear more footsteps which mean whoever is following you has gotten more people to... and they are still matching your pace.

You should

>Confront them
>Lose them
>Ignore them you are almost at the bar and then you will have chairs to use.

>>1586673

>>Lose them
If nothing else helps
>Confront them
But in a non-threatening way.
Still doesn't mean we cannot be intimidating when doing so, though.

>>1586673
>Confront
Let's meet our fans!

>>1586675
Screw it, let's not disappoint them as we
> Confront them

Roll 1d100 on batmaning this.

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1586725

Hm.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>1586725

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>1586725

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>1586725

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>1586725

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>1586725

Sorry guys, was doing a fathers day thing and it took awhile. itll take a bit more too ;n;

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You decide whoever is following you should probbably stop and you will make them.

You walk into a alley way then jump to the third floor of a fire escape before your followers can find you.

You hear the patter of foot steps as six people surrond the exitway.

"Hey she's gone!" You hear the leader of the group cry. "No fair no fair! Now I'm going to get in trouble."

"Your always in trouble." One of them retorts to the laugh of the others.

It's clearly not a elite squad here, half the cronies are men and to be honest while people always say men can fight in combat if they try... you've never really seen it done that well.

It's not their fault, biology just wires people certain ways. -4 to strength and all that.

You can probbably take them... or just wait see if they id themselves, or just talk to them if you drop down all batbabe like.

>Nananana motherfuckers
>You never did get to do your turnbuckle move...
>Just wait.

>>1588260
>Just wait.
They seem perfectly willing to divulge information of their own accord. Who are we to deny them?

>>1588260
>Nananana motherfuckers
We are the terror that flaps in the night!

>>1588260
>>Nananana motherfuckers

>>1588260
>>Nananana motherfuckers

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You leap from your vantage point, landing behind them so that your blocking them between you and the entry way.

You loom over... eye level... a little under them as the leader flinches before taking a deep breath.

"So! You figured us out. I am Victoria Voyaure and you are coming with me!"

You tilt your head as she waits, signing a few questions as she turns to one of her henchman. "Wh-why won't she say anything. Why is she doing that ninja stuff?"

"She asked what you are doing." One of the henchman said. "That's signlanguage. There is a deaf person in my AA meetings and so we took lessons."

"Oh!" Vicky says as she thinks. "Why you are coming with us? Well we have more people then you and otherwise it's" She looks at her hand squinting. "A Sagret."

Okay. You know if these guys fight the way victoria threatens you can probbably walk out of here without a dirty coat. But you cant judge a book by its incredibly ditzy colors.

>Fight
>Break off
>Go with them
>Grill them more

Roll 1d100 on all but choice three.

>>1588833
>Grill them more
Literally just sign "Please explain why you want me to go with you." Them feeling the need to threaten us aside, there's still the chance this is all a huge misunderstanding.

And if it's not, we kick their asses anyway.

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>1588833
>>Grill them more

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>1588865
Forgot my dice.

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>1588833
>>Grill them more

You shake your head, you are going to need more info and you sign as such.

"Ha!" Vicky laughs. "Why should we tell you that, there is no way you can-"

You draw a gun from your coat and point it at her, the woman cutting off her sentence with a eep.

You ARE ex military officer, there is a degree of expected threat that you need protection for. Granted you will never use it in a match (No disqualification can only go so far) but this isnt a match this is a kidnapping attempt.

"Eh... we were just told to take you to Psychiatrist Zero! She wanted us not to tell you please don't hurt me!" Vicky says falling to her knees and crying.

Isn't Zero the boss of Malpractice? That doesn't seem good.

>Fuck it, go anyway
>...Nah. That sounds like a "Not go" kinda meeting.

>>1589117
>>...Nah. That sounds like a "Not go" kinda meeting.

>>1589117
>Comfort her. She's got it really rough, huh?
We're still not going, but that doesn't mean that we can't be shoulder to cry on and vent and unwittingly spill all sorts of secrets for a few minutes.

Then we deflect by offering to buy them drinks.

>>1589117
>>...Nah. That sounds like a "Not go" kinda meeting.

>>1589166
If you want i'll let this write in be a option. See if others vote for it.

>>1589117
changing from >>1589132 to >>1589166

I have to go to bed, we will likely continue at like... eight pm tommorrow. Work makes me take this late.

I can try to do it by phone but... yeah.

>>1589117

Supporting >>1589166

>>1589117
>...Nah. That sounds like a "Not go" kinda meeting.

>>1589166
changing to this

>>1589117
>>...Nah. That sounds like a "Not go" kinda meeting.

>>1589166
I'm up for this memery.

>>1589117
>>...Nah. That sounds like a "Not go" kinda meeting.

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You sigh, the expression silent as you bat Rikka on the head, holstering the gun as you sign to them.

"She says no, but if you want you can come with her." The signer translates as Vicky brightens up.

"R-really? Well then we can atleast say we were tracking you down... I mean, I suppose since we are nice we will allow you to delay your visit... a little bit."

You let it go as you lead them to the Vunderbar, Ivanna smiling at you as you enter the room.

"Vittle general, I am filled vith the nipponian joy to see... vho va vuck are these people?" Ivanna says looking at your entourage.

> ( o.o) [shrug]
> ( ^u^)
> ( 9.9)=3
> ( >.<)

>>1591693
>> ( ^u^)

>>1591693
>( >.<)

>>1591693
>> ( ^u^)

>>1591693
>> ( 9.9)=3

>>1583957
Are you a waifufag? I know Sakifag goes on /qst/, that faggot

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You smile as you gesture to them, signing to the other guy who Ivanaka is.

"Oh shit, you are army?" The signer said. "Shit, I was going to draft in the medic corps for that college degree can I hand you my resume?"

You frown, you aren't sure that's a fair use of your power but during this exchange Vicky has recovered again.

"Ha! So you are Betty's side kick, that means once we take care of you she'll have to."

With a thump Ivanna draws a gun, placing it on the table as Vicky looks at you, eyes watery.

W-why is this YOUR problem.

> ( >.>) [Ivanna no]
> ( o.o) [So about that resume... (ignore Vicky)]
> ( u.u) [Just pretend shes not here and talk to Ivanna without the crew, you'll buy then a soda or something]

>>1591870
Who? I'm mynameismimikyu. I have a mildly seminot real

>>1591937
>> ( o.o) [So about that resume... (ignore Vicky)]
Why must we bully the ones we love? I don't know. It's simply the nature of the world.

>>1591937
>> ( u.u) [Just pretend shes not here and talk to Ivanna without the crew, you'll buy then a soda or something]

>>1591937
>( o.o) [So about that resume... (ignore Vicky)]
I know you said "pls no bully" but that makes me wanna bully more

>>1591937
>> ( u.u) [Just pretend shes not here and talk to Ivanna without the crew, you'll buy then a soda or something]

What even is happening here

>>1591975
Alright you want to know what is happening in this SERIES or in this ONE EPISODE

>>1591986

This series I can figure out--this episode is a bit everywhere.

Though the premise has got me wondering: how many people here actually watch wrestling, and how many of the questers are here for the waifus?

>>1592022
Okay so what happened so far is

1. you met with the proprietor aka who owns the ring that you are a minor league member use.

He informed you that basically things go

Mon-wensday: Training
Thursday and friday: Video taping
Saturday: Fighting
Sunday: Break

It is currently saturday night so you went to get a drink with ivanaka to celebrate your win but you got accousted by a very incompetent band of thugs who seem to be trying to make you meet Psych Zero, who is the head of the Anarchist Asylum stable that Lady and Malpractice are a part of.

You said no and pulled a gun on them, causing the leader to cry so you took them with you.

The leader then tried to threaten your friend, got a gun pulled on her a second time, and is starting to cry again.

Another member a male you havent caught the name of, knows sign language and appears to want to join the army.

Since we are at a tie I'm going to bed.

Hopefully we wont be tomorrow.

>>1591937
> ( o.o) [So about that resume... (ignore Vicky)]
But let her know that we'll get around to her... eventually...

>>1591937
>> ( >.>) [Ivanna no]

>>1584526

HNNNNNNNGH

>>1591937

>( u.u) [Just pretend shes not here and talk to Ivanna without the crew, you'll buy then a soda or something]

>>1592022

The waifus are nice, but honestly I'm here because I'm a fan of wrestling and want to see a pro wrestling quest succeed and go on as long as the QM wants it to.

>>1592022
I probably haven't watched wrestling in 7-8 years, but I'm not really here for waifus outside of playing a character that communicates via emoticons.

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You turn to the signer henchman, signing him a few questions as you hear Vicky eep in the background.

She'll be fine, Ivanna is a bully not trigger happy. Plus Vicky needs to stop starting things if shes going to cry through them.

The man nods as you sign a few questions. "Oh, I'm Tommy, Tommy Slates. My sister is in Neo Yorki Hospital so I owe the Asylum a few and well here we are. All of us do."

You point at Vicky, who is in the midst of sobbing on Ivannas leg, wrapped around it like a sad tiny dog. The leader of the gang whimpered begging the tank crew member not to hurt her between hitched sobs.. Tommy frowns.

"Yeah she's... she means well. She's just not very good at confrontations." Tommy says as you watch Ivanna peel her off with a shoehorn. "She is right though, Psych Zero does want to talk to you."

You shrug, if she really wants to see you she can visit you like most people do. Tommy shrugs.

"Fair enough. So about that army stuff, I really could use that scholarship and..."

You cut him off, if he can't get in without you he'll just be pow bait. Tommy frowns as you state this.

"My butt's not that easy..." He mutters as you order a drink naturally its...

>( ﾟДﾟ)⊃旦 [Sake as is traditional here in Nippon. You love this countires culture, you even have a fifteen folded nipponian katassault rifle.
> ( p.o) Wine! You are general! That makes you cultured.
> ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ Beer! It's tasty and Holy Motherland has the best Larger Lagers.
> (9 o.o)9 Straight Whiskey! Cause you are tuff.
> (￣ω￣) [Write in, look at how much more clever i am compared to this douche writer]

>>1593916
>> ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ Beer! It's tasty and Holy Motherland has the best Larger Lagers.

>>1593916
> ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ Beer! It's tasty and Holy Motherland has the best Larger Lagers.
Ivanna is going to be chugging vodka anyway, so looking tough is a bit of a pointless endeavor.

>>1593916
> (>.<) Spiritus, you're no sissy.

>>1593916
>> (9 o.o)9 Straight Whiskey! Cause you are tuff.

>>1593978
Whats spiritus?

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>>1594037

>>1593916
>( p.o) Wine! You are general! That makes you cultured.

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You order a beer, a rich nourishing beer, you may not be native from Holy Motherland (Its gotten a little too weird for your parents when Parental Figure overtook the Manufactlords) but you were always a fan of its culture.

You lift your mug up, enjoying the lovely crisp brew. Aaaah refreshing. °˖◝(0▿0)◜˖° You are much happier when properly hydrated... actually this dehydrates you doesn't it. You are going to order some water.

You take a swig as you buy the group drinks, the other commotions dying down as Ivanna seems to have gotten Vicky to stop crying, the girl sipping her daiquiri glumly.

You sign to Tommy, grilling the man on more details about the whole ambush.

"Oh well I don't think Psych is that mad at you... or atleast worried. When a stable gets beef with another wrestler they usually send a wrestler to job the fuck out of you on tv to ruin your standing. Getting stomped doesnt help you get future fights."

You nod, that makes sense, granted you are pretty sure you will do fine but you'll have to keep a eye out during your fight with lady for interruptions. Those arent illegal in no disqualifications.

You gesture a bit more and Tommy continues. "Well Psych Zero likes her clown thing but she doesnt follow the whole psychotic evil clown gimmick. She's really big on her therapy work, but you got to be careful if you are on her badside. That shit's like, hypnotic.

Also she really likes flowers so if you give her some she may not kill you if that's waht you are worried about."

Huh! Well that's handy.

>Ask about Tommy
>Ask about Vicky some more
>Ask about Malpractice
>Ask about any other stables you should be worried about
>Ask about... yourself. You dont know what the fans think of you yet.
>Ask about... ANOTHER BEER!

>>1594297
>>Ask about... yourself. You don't know what the fans think of you yet.

>>1594297
>>Ask about... yourself. You dont know what the fans think of you yet.
>Ask about... ANOTHER BEER!

>>1594297
>>Ask about... yourself. You dont know what the fans think of you yet.

>>1594297
>Ask about any other stables you should be worried about
>Ask about... yourself. You dont know what the fans think of you yet.

>>1594297

>Ask about any other stables you should be worried about
>Ask about... yourself. You dont know what the fans think of you yet.

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You point to yourself as Tommy nods. "Oh you wanted to know how the fight went? Shit it was pretty exciting. The actual original battle looked a little set up but the ending was pretty new for the show."

You frown, set up?

Tommy nods. "What, you are the big upcoming new member and you manage to solidly just roll over a old member in a match they don't major in? It's a classic hype move. Makes you seem tough without making anyone else seem weaker for doing so. It'll have been that or fighting a newbie."

You pout, you weren't scripted, you are just that good, Tommy notices and frowns as well.

"Hey don't sulk, you broke the tooth of a big name member of the gold leagues. That's not nothing."

You GUESS it couldve been worse. You sign about askin about the other stables.

"Oh, well the largest one right now in WWW is the Edgelords, a bunch of black wearing goth demon types. They are the big heel group right now after the Leddit Hordes was stopped by that cunt Lola Lords."

You heard of her, shes this sortof Dere wrestler that the fans hate. Something about being treated like a underdog while being given all the big opportunities. It seems like a really bad move.

You don't know why someone would let someone who people hate so much Reign over the ring like some sortof old Roman general... wait rome doesnt exist.

Shit your babbling.

>Keep talking about stables. Lets hear about other small groups.
>Leddit hordes?
>Lola Lords?
>So what would the Asylum rank as?
>You know what, more beer, less talking.

>>1595241
>>Leddit hordes?
>Keep talking about stables. Lets hear about other small groups.

>>1595241
>>So what would the Asylum rank as?

>>1595241

>Keep talking about stables. Lets hear about other small groups.

then

>You know what, more beer, less talking.

>>1595241
>Leddit hordes?
>Lola Lords?
>So what would the Asylum rank as?

All of the questions!

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>>1595558

Fucking Lola Lords, always getting rammed down our throats. Why won't Daphne Ziegler ever get pushed? Don't the bookers know anything.

I hope Brenda Stormmen mutilates Lords so we don't have to hear her stupid theme music or see her stupid greasy hair..

She does fill out that swat gear nicely though.

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You keep the pressure up, asking a few more questions as Tommy nods.

"OH the Asylums the shit man, we got like... twelve people but we have the Neo Yorki field LOCKED DOWN. We are in the rookie leagues, as you know, the silvers, the golds, and our boss is a Legends wrestler."

TL note: Since the school names were confusing rankings now go Rookie Silver Gold and Legend. Queen's a Legend, Mals a gold, you are a rookie. That lets you get the standing. Back to the game. Rookies are local to a club. Silver local to a region. Gold local to a country and can occasionally show up in other leagues, Legends are international.

Another of the group butts in. "We haven't got a lot of man power but we hold a few belts. The silver Tagteam belt, Mal has the Shot at Stardom, and Lady won Hell in a cell last month."

You blink, hell in a cell? Is it called that because its vicious.

"No." Tommy says shaking its head. "It's on fire."

Oh. ( O.O) This nondisqualification match might be a little intense.

So basically the Asylum has only a few members and a almost exclusively regional presence but are pretty rooted in. So if... when you get big you arent likely to deal with them when you head to detrioshima to take down Street Slut or anything. Granted people like Mal and Psych can be wherever they please.


While you are at it you ask about other stables you can find here.

The group thinks. "Well besides the edge lords there is Unit M.O.E. Millitary Operations Experts. Apparently some crack squad of Nippon soliders that regulate the battlefield." One of the thugs says as you scowl.

Okay they DEFINITELY do not exist in real world, you may need to make them respect the uniform a little more.

"Beyond that... well WWW tries to avoid too many official stables because then it locks in gimmicks. There are the Highway family, the Saved, and Stop Censoring our F#ckin name."

You blink at the last one. Tommy shrugs. "Long story."

>It was a long story, finish up this bar hop with beer.
>You know what, time to tell them stuff. Lets talk about THE WAR
>Talk to ivanna.

Im going to bed.

>>1595962
>>You know what, time to tell them stuff. Lets talk about THE WAR

>>1595962

>You know what, time to tell them stuff. Lets talk about THE WAR

Going to be fun to see this go down with facial reactions.

>>1595962
>>It was a long story, finish up this bar hop with beer.

>>1595962
>You know what, time to tell them stuff. Lets talk about THE WAR
>And have Ivanna help! She was there too!

>>1595962
>>Talk to ivanna.

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You down your beer and decide that, you know what? Tit for tat. You should tell a story of your own.

You motion for everyon to gather around, signing that you are going to tell a story.

"Are vou sure?" Ivanna says with a frown. "If vou don't min-"

You ignore Ivanna, motioning to the bartender to lower the lights, the regulars adjusting their seats as your guests blink confused.

"Wha-whats going on?" Vicky says as trembling as she looks around. "Is this a trap?"

You borrow a flashlight from the bartender, setting it up like a projector as you stand under it, holding your hands to the light.

"THE THIRD SHIPPING WAR." Your shadow reads over the lighted tarp.

>Roll 1d100 for SHADOW PUPPETS!

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>1599225

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>1599225
As expected of this Mongolian shadow puppetry forum.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1599225

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>>1599332

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>>1599332

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>>1599332

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The audiance stares as your hand punches the other, Ivanna doing her best to narrate for you.

"No no, you defeated me." Ivanna said in a falsetto, using her cap to hide her face. "How are vou so big and sexy you tough general scewletter. Aaaah guuuk."

"So that was..." Tommy said as the lights go back on.

"Stupid, that was the worst puppet show I ever heard." Vickie says before being elbowed by her henchman.

You pout, you are working really hard on your stories! They worked a lot better when you still had your tongue.

Ugh, the gang leaves, Tommy giving you a pitying look, now they probbably don't think you are cool and your amazing flashback didnt happen.

This is awful.

You go to your room and sulk with your tank pillow till you sleep.

It is now MONDAY You should go TRAINING.

>Go get some good trainers!
>Train Brawling (Lower brawl rolls)
>Train Grapples (Lower grapple rolls)
>Practice a SIGNATURE MOVE
>Write in idea

>>1599382
>Go get some good trainers!
gotta maximize gainz

>>1599382
>̶T̶r̶a̶i̶n̶ ̶s̶h̶a̶d̶o̶w̶ ̶p̶u̶p̶p̶e̶t̶r̶y

>Go get some good trainers!

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You decide the most important thing to do right now is to play the field. Making sure you know the kindof people that will let you get where you need to.

Of course such places can also affect your own gimmicks and themes since after all they are places you frequent.

You can always just train with Ivanna, she should still be as polished with CQC as you are and help with grappling.

But other options include, well you can always ask Queen REALLY nicely, or maybe if you tell the Asylum sorry they'll let you in on their gym.

You can probbably get those squares at Unit M.O.E. to train you since you are a actual solider and they are fuckin posers. Actually you can probbably train them. Actually you should probably just take that stable over or destroy it.

To do list. Respect the fucking uniform.

Obviously you can also just go pull some strings and see if you can find someone. There has to be a retired veteran somewhere in this city who can train you.

Also if you really need you can just go looking and see if you can find someone from left field to diversify your portfolio.

>Beg to the Asylum
>Confront Unit M.O.E.
>Give Queen Sings the ole Razzle Dazzle
>Call your WAR BUDDIES
>Just train with Ivanna
>Just go look for something different 1d100

I have to go to bed, this was a slow day sorry, but the weekends coming up! Hooray.

>>1599512

>Confront Unit M.O.E.

>>1599512
>Confront Unit M.O.E.

>>1599512
>Call your WAR BUDDIES
>Just train with Ivanna
aww shiet

>>1599512
>>Give Queen Sings the ole Razzle Dazzle

>>1599512
>>Confront Unit M.O.E.

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>Look for something different
>A tank
>maybe a girlfrie....NO i mean a coach

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>1599512
>>Just go look for something different 1d100

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You head to wear the Operation M.O.E. stable lives... basically a run down gym.

From what you know while in the 'game' longer then you, M.O.E. is just four 'soliders' who teamed up one day or a tagteam (Ones a manager) and stayed that way with a name, they don't even have a stand in silver league yet.

Which means these are well within "people you can pick a fight with."

You kick the door down, one of the group looking up from the punching bag they were working on.

"Hey learn to knock!" The girl yelled, a necklace with ten dog tags dangling as you roll your eyes. You can't id a body with 7 dog tags, it makes the tags pointless!

You pout, you are here to!

>Fuck em up
>Whip them to shape

>>1602809
>>Whip them to shape

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I Took WAY to much benedryl and need to nap.

That nap may just be me falling asleep. So we may have to continue tomorrow.

Sorry. I cant predict life. ;n;

Enjoy this picture of everyones favorite combat idol Queen Sings.

>>1602809
>>Whip them to shape
We need to break them and remake them. Commence the training montage!

>>1602809
>Whip them (in)to shape

>>1602809

>Whip them to shape

>>1602809
>>Whip them to shape

You know what, lets see if we can do a little early.

Roll 1d100 for quiet drill sergantitude

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>1604185

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>1604185

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>1604185

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You take a deep breath before shouting... nothing.

You forgot, you don't have a tongue anymore, the old drill sergant routine won't work.

The wrestler turns away from you before you decide to improvise, pulling out a air horn.

The mercenary flinches the others in the room quivering as well by your sonar onslaught.

"The fuck was that for?" The punching bag girl said as she leans over you, you in full uniform and her in a beret she likely bought at millitary surplus.

You sign a few insults before noticing no one understands, you sigh, looks like you can't just pull rank, you have to go by prison rules.

You pull a riding crop from your sleeve and strike the merc in the knee, causing the girl to wince into a kneel.

You point at your badges, specifically the insigna that detonates you as general.
You hear chairs move as you are surronded, you quickly getting behind the wounded mercenary and using your crop to her neck with the threat of a improvised garrotte.

You tilt your head to the general insigna again, once more to confused faces.

"What so you think you can just staple general we'd just bow down to you like some floozies." One of them says, some girl in a motherland jacket with the coat WAY To low.

You frown, your captive gasping as your hold tightens a little

>Fight them now
>Call ivanna, atleast make sure they are threatened properly.
>What if a waifu had a text to speech device?

>>1604374
>What if a waifu had a text to speech device?

>>1604374
>>What if a waifu had a text to speech device?

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>>1604374
>What if a waifu had a text to speech device?

>>1604374

> What if a waifu had a text to speech device?

I am picturing RoboCop, Steven Hawking, or Darth Vader and Bane's horrifyingly love child for a voice pack.

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You reach into your pocket, adjusting your grip so both ends of the choke are in one hand and your foots on her back if anyone tries anything 'cute'.

You type quickly a metallic voice singing out your response.

ALRIGHT MAGGOTS TIME TO LISTEN UP. I DON'T KNOW WHAT SHITSHOW SOUTH OF WEEBTOWN YOU PRIED THIS OPERATION M.O.E. DEAL OUT YOUR ASS BUT UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE COURT MARTIALED SIX WAYS TO HELLTAMONU BAY POPULATION MY CLEATED BOOTS YOU ARE GOING TO WIPE THE DIRT FROM YOUR EARS AND PAY ATTENTION.

You see the girl with the badly done jacket inch to the door, probbably for reinforcements, you point the pda at her.
HEY STRIPSHOW, EYES ON THE GIRL WITH THE GARROTE TO YOUR BUDDY. SPEAKIN OF HOW DOES IT FEEL BEING AS SLOW AS YOUR DINNER SNAILLICKER? GOD DAMN KEPT YOUR WHIMPERIN DOWN, IF YOU WERE FROM A NATION WHERE THEY KEPT THEIR FINGERS ON A TRIGGER AND NOT A SURRENDER BUTTON MAYBE YOU'D HAVE LASTED FIVE SECONDS AGAINST A GIRL 5'4!

"wha?" The meatrag under you gasps, probbably the lack of oxygen is making her THIS stupid, you ease a little bit.

DID I STUTTER? NO COURSE I DIDN'T I'M FUCKIN MUTE YOU TWIT, CONSIDER YOUR "ELITE FIGHTING FORCE ASS" OFFICIALLY DRAFTED UNDER GENERAL BERTHA VON FUCKIN SCREWLETTER, A POSITION I ACTUALLY EARNED, DIDN'T JUST NAME MYSELF LIKE YOUR HALF PINT 3 STOOGES ACT YOU CALL A CRACK TEAM. THE ONLY CRACK YOUR FIT FOR IS BETWEEN MY CHEEKS. SO PUCKER UP BECAUSE YOUR OFFICIALLY IN BOOTCAMP. I AM NOT HAVING THE NAME OF THE GLORIOUS NIPPON ARMY MOCKED BECAUSE 3 ROOKIES WITH DREAMS OF STARDOM CAN'T FUCKIN HOLD THE CANDLE YOU GOT IT?

OR DOES ANYONE ELSE HAVE A CUTE QUESTION?[/B]

"Well..." Says a total idiot who doesn't seem to care two shits about the fact that your almost killing Miss Luminere here. "Why should we just follow you out of a threat?"

> (9 o.o)9 Good point! All three of you against little me... Well two and a half of you if Snaillicker can find her lungs in time.
> ( >.>) You dont speak to your C.O. like that, drop and give twenty.
> Write in.

>>1604656
> ( >.>) You dont speak to your C.O. like that, drop and give twenty.

>>1604656
>> (9 o.o)9 Good point! All three of you against little me... Well two and a half of you if Snaillicker can find her lungs in time.

>>1604656
> (9 o.o)9 Good point! All three of you against little me... Well two and a half of you if Snaillicker can find her lungs in time.

>>1604656
>>1604663
>>1604668
>>1604670

> (9 o.o)9 Good point! All three of you against little me... Well two and a half of you if Snaillicker can find her lungs in time.

Can we also mention how we've managed to bloody the nose of the asylum in our debut?

>>1604656
> (9 o.o)9 Good point! All three of you against little me... Well two and a half of you if Snaillicker can find her lungs in time.

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You nod smiling as you toss the girl to the ground, the woman gasping as she clutched her throat.

IF YOU DONT THINK IM BETTER THEN YOU LETS PROVE IT. the pda blare as you take off your jacket getting into a stance. ME VS ALL THREE OF YOU. I'LL EVEN LET YOU TAKE HOTSHOT DOWN THERE TO YOUR FIRST AID KIT SO SHE CAN ACTUALLY PUT UP A FIGHT.

The woman nods. "Thats fine, if we win however its going to cost you."

If in fucking deed, might as well negotiate the terms of the moons destruction.

STATE YOUR TERMS DIRTBAG DON'T KEEP ME WAITING.

"Well lets see. If we win, you have to pay for Mercenary 911's bill and we get... your jacket."

You look down at your jacket.

"AND the medals." The woman said with a smile. "Unless you are scared."

Oh, oh its on.

>It's on... on saturday! Do this on tv.
>It's on... in a hour! You did say you'd let 911 catch her breath and you aren't gonna flake on that.

>>1604903
>>It's on... in a hour! You did say you'd let 911 catch her breath and you aren't gonna flake on that.

>>1604903
>>It's on... in a hour! You did say you'd let 911 catch her breath and you aren't gonna flake on that.

>>1604903
>It's on... in a hour! You did say you'd let 911 catch her breath and you aren't gonna flake on that.

>>1604903
>It's on... on saturday! Do this on tv.

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You nod holding up a stop watch and setting it for one hour, the three nodding as Mercenary is dragged off for first aid.

You look around, the place is pretty moldy, not anything like your pad.

If you are going to lead this rabble you should give them a proper training ground. It's not a like a general doesn't have money.

There are a few ways you can do this, you can do it all professionally like cameras are rolling.

Or you can just kick their asses till they beg you to stop.

>Do it by the books (Proffessional rule like described in the top of the thread)
>Throwdown dirty ( 1d30 combat rolls)

>>1605052
>>Do it by the books (Proffessional rule like described in the top of the thread)

>>1605052

> Fight Dirty

We need to toughen them up. Respect The Uniform

>>1605052
>>Do it by the books (Proffessional rule like described in the top of the thread)

>>1605052
>>Do it by the books (Proffessional rule like described in the top of the thread)

>>1605052
>Do it by the books (Proffessional rule like described in the top of the thread)

>>1605052
"If you find yourself in a fair fight, your tactics suck."
-John Steinbeck

>Throwdown dirty (1d30 combat rolls)

We already gave them a 3v1 edge, no more favors.

Rolled 27 (1d30)

>>1605052
>Throwdown dirty ( 1d30 combat rolls)

MyNameisMimikyu has just informed the discord that it will be a day or so before they can update again.

Im mimikyu im at a cape party with no wifi so i camt update till sunday night. Sowry. ;n;

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You decide if you are going to win you are going to win at WRESTLING.

Not to say you are going to play face about it, this IS 3 on 1 and without a doubt a submission match with no ref... not sure thats a great idea.

However the point is you have to show these people you are not just tough but you are able to actually WRESTLE it'll be banal if you won and turned out to have to be carried by someone you almost hospitalized.

You take out a office chair, opening it and sitting in the middle of the ring, jacket hung on your turnbuckle as you watch the doors open, the three rookies of M.O.E. climbing into the ring and surronding you.

You smile. Poor, poor things.

Starting Heat: 1
>Punchs and kicks, 1d4
>Use the chair as a weapon 1d8
> Throw the chair at them 1d6

Remember five posts make a hand

>>1613611
>>Use the chair as a weapon 1d8
You want us to roll after the vote ya?

>>1613611
>Punchs and kicks, 1d4
We're fighting them as a soldier. We need to wipe the floor with them using our military combat training to make the point.

Ya role once its finalized.

>>1613611
>>Punchs and kicks, 1d4

Lets roll those punches!

Rolled 2 (1d4)

>>1614018

Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>1614018

Rolled 3 (1d4)

>>1614018

Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>1614018

One more roll to see if you got any heat

Rolled 2 (1d4)

I have to go to bed, tommorrow we take it from the top!

Rolled 2 (1d4)

>>1614018

>>1617405