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>>3217361
> January 4th, 1997
> Southern Philadelphia

You stand, nervously in the middle of the old, stained ring in a quiet, poorly lit gym. You’re lined up with the rest of the other recruits, or at least, you imagine they all came here for the same thing. There are eight recruits total, including you, but you haven’t spoken to any of them, you just entered and then the large, scary looking man standing by the door told you to get in the ring, and you did what you were told, apparently waiting for someone.

Before you got too tired of standing around in the ring, the front doors to the gym swung open, and two men strolled in, one of them, a short & pudgy man wearing a baseball cap over long, greasy dark hair, pulled back in a ponytail. The other man was taller, and in better shape, but was also older, and his body showed plenty of scars and wear & tear from years of use in the wrestling ring.

Both men look over the rookies standing in the ring, before the smaller of the two finally speaks, breaking the tension that’s been thick in the room since you entered. “Good afternoon everyone! My name is Paulie Scarsdale, I’m the owner and head of creative of Attitude Championship Wrestling,” he says, his voice captivating and his manner of speaking charismatic, it was clear he was a trained speaker. “I’m assuming all of you are here because you’re interested in training to become a wrestler.”

“This,” Paulie points towards the larger man, “is Charlie Black, he’s a hardcore wrestling legend, and he’s going to be training some of you. I say some of you, because many, if not all of you will likely drop out before you make it to graduation day.”

You gulp, and as if sensing a sign of weakness, Paulie enters the ring, and steps up closer to you. “Let’s start with you? What’s your name?”

“Luke, sir.” You manage to say, trying your best to sound confident. “Luke Graham.”

“Why are you here, kid?” He asks, his piercing gaze and sharp tone of voice making you hesitate to answer a fairly simple question.

Please select your background.
> Lifelong Wrestling Fan.
> Friend in the Business.
> Family Legacy.
> Former Football Star.

>>3217362
> Friend in the Business.

>>3217362
> Friend in the Business.

>>3217362
>Friend in the Business.

Start out with some connection.

>>3217362
>Family Legacy.
We will hear the family title roared by the crowd once again!

>>3217362
>> Family Legacy
Daddeh was a wrestleboi

>>3217362
>>Family Legacy.

>>3217362
>Lifelong
Wrestling fan
even though he only started watching wrestling last year when it started to get good, he's a diehard

>>3217362
>Friend in the Business.

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>>3217689
"Uh, well, I need a job, and a friend of mine is a wrestler, he said you treated him well when he worked here." You respond, rubbing the back of your ead as you answer. You feel a bit strange admitting it, but it's also true that if you hadn't recently reconnected with Nick and gotten the urging from him to take the offer, you likely wouldn't have even gone to this tryout, since you've never exactly seen yourself as a wrestler.

Paulie raises an eyebrow and whistles, "Alright kid, you got me interested now. Who's the mystery man?"

"Well, he wrestles for UPW, now, as The Mutilator. I think in ACW he worked as Cactus Nick, right?" You hope you remembered his ring-name right, but from what he told you, he was a fairly big deal in ACW, and from the snippets of him you've seen working monday nights, he seemed to be doing well for himself in UPW, too.

As you namedrop him, you feel all eyes on you, as if for the first time everyone in the gym is staring at you. You hear some shocked whispers from your fellow rookies, and even the so-far unwavering Charlie Black seems shocked by your statement.

"Well, I'll be damned," Charlie finally speaks as he steps into the ring, his voice ringing out through the gym. "I was gonna say you didn't look like you'd last a day's worth of training, but if Nick speaks up for you, I guess you can't be too bad. I respect his judgement."

Stroking his chin, he looks you up and down. "Although, you really don't look like that much. What can you do, kid?"

You blink, not quite sure what to say. "Uh... how do you mean?"

He sighs, running a hand through his thinning hair. "In terms of the ring, your athleticism, your charisma. What are you good at doing? Any idea?"

You nod, despite your overall lack of experience, Nick did spent a full day with you working over the basics of in-ring work and covering the various fundamentals of wrestling before your audition. During that time, he helped outline your strengths and weaknesses.

> Please select two skills you excell in and one you struggle with.
> STRIKING
> TECHNICAL
> SUBMISSION
> FLYING
> CHARISMA
> POWER
> HARDCORE
> TOUGHNESS

>>3217808
[EXCEL]
>Striking
>Power
[STRUGGLE]
>Flying

>>3217808
[EXCELL]
>Striking
>Power

[STRUGGLE]
>Flying

If we friends with Cactus then we're big brawly boys

>>3217808
Excell
>CHARISMA
>HARDCORE
Struggle
>TECHNICAL

>>3217808
EXCEL]
>Striking
>Charisma
[STRUGGLE]
>Submission

>>3217823
Gonna switch out Power for Charisma

>>3217914
GEEK

>>3217808
> STRIKING
> TECHNICAL
STRUGGLE
>FLYING

>”I’m Luke Graham, and I punch real good!”

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>>3217811
>>3217823
>>3217835
>>3217894
>>3217956
>[You have gained the HEAVY HITTER trait: +3 to all STRIKE rolls]
>[You have gained the SMACK TALKER trait: Gain momentum 10% faster]
>[You have gained the NO-FLY ZONE trait: -3 to all FLY rolls]

"Well, Nick said I was a good striker, and good charisma in the ring, but I can barely do a dropkick, y'know? Much more than that is... kinda freaky." You're a bit hesitant to admit you have a bit of a fear of heights in this macho wrestling environment. For some reason you feel like that might be looked down upon.

Charlie nods, looking you up and down again, seemingly reevaluating you. "You got a gimmick?"

You pause. "A what?"

He sighs, "A character. Did Nick help you figure out one of those?"

"Oh!" He did actually mention it, and he described the ideas behind it fairly well, although he didn't actually do much to help you figure out a gimmick of your own. "Uh, no." You say, trying not to think of Black's stare in the exact same way you'd think of a father's disappointing glare.

Charlie nods, "Figures. Alright, well..." He steps back from you, looking up the line of the rest of the rookies. Finally, he points at the man on the other end of the line, an imposing figure with a seemingly permanent half-crazed stare and a form that's almost wider than he is tall. "What's your name?"

"Byson." The rookie replies gruffly.

Charlie raises an eyebrow at him, "You know how to work?"

Byson nods, "Well enough."

Charlie smiles at his reply, seemingly a lot more happy with this trainee than you. "Alright, everyone except Byson and Luke, out of the ring!"

You blink as everyone else starts to shuffle towards the ropes and get out of the ring, even Paulie Scarsdale is quiet, content just to watch. Soon, the ring is left with just you, Byson and Charlie Black standing between you. Now that the ring is mostly empty, you really get a sense of how big Byson really is as he glares menacingly at you.

"Alright," Charlie says. "You two, show me what you got, I'll serve as ref."

You gulp, you don't feel prepared for this at all, but now you were supposed to wrestle against not only a beast of a human, but also a beast with significantly more training than you. You get the feeling your new trainer may not like you very much.

> [TECH] Go for a collar and elbow hold.
> [STRIKE] Just hit him in the face as hard as you can.
> [FLY] Try for a surprise dropkick.
> [CHA] Go for a handshake.

>>3218061
>Just hit him in the face as hard as you can.

Use our strengths to earn some respect.

>>3218061
>> [CHA] Go for a handshake
We'll belt the guy in the face in a moment

>>3218061
> [TECH] Go for a collar and elbow hold.

>>3218061
>> [STRIKE] Just hit him in the face as hard as you can.
Frills can come later. Keep it simple for now.

>>3218068
>>3218075
>>3218102
>>3218103
>Calling for [STRIKE]
Roll 1d100+3 please!

Rolled 82 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>3218136

Rolled 57 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>3218136

Rolled 18 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>3218136
Let's kill him

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>>3218144
>>3218146
>85

Before Byson can make a move, you reach out with a lightning fast jab, landing square on his jaw. It's a rock solid hit, and it clearly rocked him. You can hear the rest of the trainees react loudly, none of them were expecting that, least of all your opponent.

As he staggers back, Byson battles to to clear his head and stay on his feet, but you press the advantage before he can gather himself. You rush forward, rocking Byson back even further with a few more strikes, until he's pushed back, resting up against the ropes. You grin and hit him with a pair of powerful chops, the sound of which echoes through the small, cramped gym. Not wanting to waste anytime or give Byson anything to possibly capitalize on, you quickly grab one of his arms and then with all your might, whip him into the opposite ropes. It's difficult to do, since he outweighs you by at least 50 lbs.

He rebounds off the ropes, back towards you, giving you an excellent opening for another high profile move.

> [STRIKE] Hit him with a clothesline.
> [FLY] Go for a running dropkick.
> [POW] Catch him with a sidewalk slam.
> [TECH] Pull him into a DDT

>>3218283
> [STRIKE] Hit him with a clothesline.

>>3218283
>Catch him with a sidewalk slam.

Let's wow them with our stronk.

>>3218283
> [POW] Snap a powerslam

>>3218283
>> [STRIKE] Hit him with a clothesline.
Irish whip - rope rebound - clothesline is a staple for a reason.

>>3218283
> [STRIKE] Hit him with a clothesline.

Using Booker's system, eh? Cool.

>>3218286
>>3218288
>>3218290
>>3218305
>>3218350
Calling for another strike! Please roll 1d100!

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>3218369

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>3218369

Let's do this

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>3218369

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>3218369
Best of three, yes? Just making sure.

>>3218376
Nice, we're good here.

>>3218379
Yep!

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>>3218371
>>3218374
>>3218376
>91

Byson rebounds off the ropes, with each step you're reminded just how much heavier he is than you, as he charges towards you, the ring seeming the shake as he does so. You'd hate to be on the recieving end of an attack from him, especially if he got the chance to run at you first. Hopefully, you won't slip up and you'll be able to keep at least a few steps ahead of him before he can regain his footing.

You turn, rushing towards the ropes opposing Byson, turning just as you hit them and bouncing back. You hold out your arm as you charge forward at Byson, trying not to let his size and ferocious appearance frighten you. At the very least you've kept up the pace and control of this match so far. You're at fairly equal height, so he runs straight into your arm, which slams into his collarbone and neck, sending him collapsing to the ground and even you tumbling down too. You catch yourself, and quickly hop back up to your feet. You're starting to get the rhythm for this now, unfortunately, by the time you're back up to your feet, Byson has already climbed back up to his knees, starting to gather himself and shaking off your vicious strikes.

> [POW] Pick him up for a suplex
> [STRIKE] Running knee to the face
> [TECH] Grab him for a DDT
> [FLY] Step-up Enzuigiri

>>3220241
>> [POW] Pick him up for a suplex

>>3220241
>[POW] Pick him up for a suplex

Let's be stronk

>>3220241
> [POW] Pick him up for a suplex

>>3220241
>>3220243
>>3220250
>>3220286
Please roll 1d100, Bo3.

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>3220351
LUKE SLAM

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>3220351

S T R O N K

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>3220351
Come on

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>>3220363
>>3220366
>>3220371
>88

You walk behind Byson, bend down and wrap your arms around his torso. He's heavy, but you buckle down and lift with all your might, until he's in a standing position, with you holding him, arms wrapped around the waist. You struggle lifting him at first, but once you've gotten him lifted off the ground, it's a matter of making sure you bridge backwards properly when you slam him backwards with a massive german suplex.

You slam his shoulders down to the mat, bridging your body up and holding him so he can't escape the pin. Charlie quickly falls down to his knees, slamming his hand on the mat.

>1...
>2...
>Kickout!

Byson kicks out of the pin just after Charlie slams his hand on the mat a second time, escaping your hold and quickly clambering back up to his feet. He's so powerful that him just kicking out of your pin sends you tumbling backwards. You quickly get back up to your feet, using the ropes to steady yourself, but by the time you're standing again, Byson is on the attack!

He charges at you, again shaking the ring with his footsteps, but luckily you think you have just enough time to counter.

> [CHA] Pull the ropes down as he rushes you, sending him flying out of the ring.
> [FLY] Try to leapfrog over him.
> [STRIKE] Superkick him in the face.
> [TECH] Counter into a DDT.

>>3220800
>[CHA] Pull the ropes down as he rushes you, sending him flying out of the ring.
Time to show how hardcore we are.

>>3220800
>[CHA] Pull the ropes down as he rushes you, sending him flying out of the ring.

Always fun

>>3220819
>[CHA] Pull the ropes down as he rushes you, sending him flying out of the ring.

>>3220819
>>3220827
>>3220863
Please roll 1d100 bo3!

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>3220868

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>3220868

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>3220868
Go for a fly Byson

>>3220877
Hopefully this is enough, but we're doing well so far.

>>3220894
We should try to show more than just our power and striking. Throw in some hardcore, technical, and playing to the crowd to show we have some range and can actually work a match.

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>>3220877
>68

As Byson charges towards you, you grab the top rope and pull it down just as he prepares to slam into you. You're surprised quite how fast he gets to your end of the ring, he's quicker than you expected, but you still just barely manage to send him flying to ringside. He falls to the concrete floor on the outside, just barely avoiding slamming his head directly into the hard ground.

You stand in the middle of the ring, grinning at Charlie Black, but somehow the veteran wrestler manages to continue looking unimpressed, even though you've managed to keep up surprisingly well for your first match. You look at Byson, as he starts to get back up to his feet on the outside, now's your chance to impress!

> [FLY] Suicide dive to Byson on the outside
> [CHA] Trash talk Byson from the ring
> [HARD] Go try to find a weapon
> [STRIKE] Basball slide kick to the outside

>>3221049
>[FLY] Suicide dive to Byson on the outside

Let's switch it up, show what we can do.

>>3221049
>> [HARD] Go try to find a weapon
Because we should showcase other talents but specifically mentioned our inability to fly/fear of it

[HARD] Go try to find a weapon

>>3221049
> [HARD] Go try to find a weapon

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>>3221056
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>>3221072
>>3221075
Calling for the weapons! Please roll 1d100!

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>3221136

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>3221136

A C DUB
A C DUB

dice+1d100

Rolled 68 (1d100)

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>>3221151
>86

You slide out of the ring on the opposite side of where you sent out Byson, towards where you spotted a pile of folded chairs leaned up against a wall. With a wicked smile, you pick up one of the chairs from the pile and hold it up, drawing some small cheers from the tiny audience of the other rookies and Paulie Scarsdale. You walk over towards where Byson is still gathering his bearings on the other side of the ring. As he sees you, he rushes towards you, just in time for you to bring the chair down on his head as he gets close enough, sending him to the ground with a vicious metallic bang.

You drop the now heavily dented chair and look down on Byson's crumpled form laying on the concrete floor on ringside. You reach down, lifting him up and sliding his nearly unconscious body into the ring. You climb up onto the apron and grip the ropes. You have this match fairly well under your control at this point, all you need to do is move towards a finish.

> [FLY] Go for a top rope elbow drope.
> [HARD] Send him through the table on the outside.
> [SUB] Try to put him in the camel clutch.
> [POW] Put him away with a brainbuster.

>>3221251
>[POW] Put him away with a brainbuster.

>>3221251
>> [POW] Put him away with a brainbuster
BRAINBUSSSSSTAAAAAA

>>3221251
>[POW] Put him away with a brainbuster.

>>3221251
>> [POW] Put him away with a brainbuster.
Might as well make sure we put him away.

>>3221273
>>3221277
>>3221304
>>3221315
Alright, roll 1d100!

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>3221352
Lets finish on a good note

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>3221352

>>3221352
LETS END THIS

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>3221377
Fuck off dice you shits

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>>3221357
>>3221362
>>3221379
>68

You quickly climb under the top rope into the ring, grabbing Byson by the hair and struggling to lift him up to his feet, eventually you get him standing, and you tuck his head under your arm. You let out a sigh, getting him up to his feet wasn't the hard part, but just doing that tired you out. Now, you needed to lift him up off the ground and drop him down onto his head.

As you struggle and strain to raise him off the mat, his fighting instincts seem to kick in, and he suddenly starts struggling, smashing his fists into your sides. You wince at the heavy blows, and although you manage to get him up off the air, you aren't able to hold him up, and soon enough you're forced to let go. He's on you before you can gather yourself, hitting you with a devastating headbutt. You're unable to withstand Byson's barrage, and soon you've fallen down to the mat. He grabs your arm, and roughly yanks you back up to your feet, and then whips you into the ropes.

As you rebound off the ropes, you see Byson in the middle of the ring, preparing for something, you only have a few seconds to react and try to counter before he hits you with whatever he's waiting for.

> [STRIKE] Bust out a surprise superkick
> [FLY] Go for a hurricanrana
> [TECH] Counter his move into a DDT
> [CHA] Kick him in the dick

>>3221515
>[CHA] Kick him in the dick

EXTREME RULES

>>3221515
>[STRIKE] Counter with a running knee

>>3221515
>[TECH] Counter his move into a DDT

>>3221515
>> [STRIKE] Bust out a surprise superkick

>>3221515
>[CHA] Kick him in the dick
Dick kicks will never lead you wrong

>>3221515
>> [CHA] Kick him in the dick
This is wrong, but it is the attitude era

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>[CHA] Kick him in the dick

>>3221515
>> [CHA] Kick him in the dick
Being a heel is way more fun than a face.

>>3221515
>[cha] kick him in the dick

>>3221515
>> [TECH] Counter his move into a DDT

This is giving me flashbacks. I wasn't around for attitude era, but I did see the aftermath in the form of the early Smackdown/Raw era in 2004-2005. Good times. Thanks for this, OP.
>Tech

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>>3222678
>>3222841
Good morning everyone! Please roll 1d100 to dick kick the big angry boy.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>3223177

Dick kick city

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>3223177

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>3223177

>>3223191
Dick kick city

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>3223177
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3DOoT0b-RQ

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>>3223191
>>3223195
>>3223225
>>3223560
>>3225677
>57

You rush towards Byson, getting a fairly clever idea in your head as you hurtle uncontrollably towards him. Timing your kick just right, you send your foot hurtling right towards the unmentionables of Byson, expecting to take advantage of the lax ruleset to get your win. You've done better than expected for your first match, that's certain, but you can just picture the look on Charlie Black's face when he's forced to raise your hand as the victor. Unfortunately for you, you're not going to be winning off of a lowblow, as before you manage to connect with your kick, Byson reaches down, grabbing your foot with one of his hands, and stopping you right in your tracks. After that, a still lariat is more than enough to take you off your feet and leave you seeing stars.

You struggle to rise back up to your feet, dazed and confused. The shot was so hard you think you might have blacked out for a second, you don't even remember the feeling of falling, you simply went from standing to on the mat without a moment in between. You slowly rise to your feet, only to notice you're seeing double, as you spot a pair of Bysons standing in the corner of the ring, stomping his feet as he awaits you getting up. As soon as you're standing up, he's charging at you, lowering his head as he rushes you.

> [FLY] Jump over him!
> [TECH] Try to reverse into a DDT
> [HARD] Send him into the ring post
> [STRIKE] Counter with a knee strike to the face.

>>3226719
>[HARD] Send him into the ring post
Obvious counter for a spear

>>3226719
>Try to reverse into a DDT

>>3226719
>> [TECH] Try to reverse into a DDT

>>3226728
>>3226730
>>3226753
Calling for the DDT, please roll 1d100!

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>3226829

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>3226829

Let's do it

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>3226829
We got this

>>3226855
Yes, yes we have.

>>3226855
THE SAVIOUR

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>>3226839
>>3226842
>>3226855
>100

As Byson barrels towards you, you take a step backwards to prepare, waiting to get the perfect timing. Just before he makes contact with you, you grab him, tucking his head under your arm which is fairly simple since he's already in position for it. Then, with in one swift motion, you fall backwards, driving the top of his head directly into the mat, with the momentum of his spear behind the DDT. Byson is left seemingly unconscious, laying face-down in the mat. You sit up, and strugge to push the heavy man so he's laying with his shoulders down. Eventually, you roll his body over and lay your shoulders and arms on top of him, hooking one of his legs and using your body weight to try to keep him from kicking out at all costs.

1...
2...
3!

Byson manages to snap out of it and kick out immediately after Charlie brings his hand down for the three-count, but he was too late. You can barely believe it, but you won the match! Byson glares at you as he rolls out of the ring, and you hope that won't become an issue for you later on, but for now, you're primarily focused on the referee of the match. Charlie offers his hand to you, helping you up from the mat. "That was a hell of a match, kid. Especially for a rookie like you. Maybe I misjudged you, I think I might get what Nick saw in you after all." You try not to beam too much at the praise from the veteran, but you can't help but feel proud of yourself. Even though you're absolutely exhausted, and all of Byson's hits on you still hurt quite a lot, you at the very least managed to prove Charlie wrong.

You step out of the ring, and Paulie walks up to you, a grin on his face. "That's the kinda stuff I like to see, kid! You gotta lot of potential. You might even be a star one day, if you keep working on it." He holds out his hand, "Welcome to ACW, Luke." You blink.

"Really? Thank you!" You reach out and rapidly shake his hand. A part of you still wasn't sure you'd impressed enough to make it to the promotion. You almost expected there was more to it somehow, as if you still needed to prove yourself. "What do I do now?"

He chuckles, "For now, you should head home and get some rest, I'm sure you're beat. Your first day of training is on Monday, and your first show is on Tuesday. They're both gonna be here. Don't you dare be late for either."

You nod, "Thanks again." Paulie turns back towards the ring, where now two of the women are having their own tryout match. Paulie was right, you are absolutely exhausted after your match, so it's good that you get to go home. Now, the only question is, what to do with the rest of your night?

> Call Nick.
> Read up on wrestling rumors.
> See what's on TV.
> Go out to celebrate your new job.

>>3227031
>> Call Nick.

>>3227031
>Call Nick.

We owe him the job, should let him know about it.

>>3227031
>Call Nick.
>Invite him to go out drinking your treat as thanks for his help
This way we can thank Nick and celebrate.

>>3227031
>>3227045
Support

>>3227045
I support this addition as well.

>>3227045
+1

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>>3227037
>>3227041
>>3227045
>>3227065
>>3227079
>>3227136
As soon as you get home, you decide you want to call up Nick to celebrate. After all, if it wasn't for his help you wouldn't have gotten the job at all. As you get home, you collapse onto your couch, enjoying the opportunity to let your sore muscles get a chance to rest. Eventually, you get yourself up and take a shower, changing into less sweaty clothes. After you're clean and changed, you pick up the phone and dial Nick's number, which you've memorized by now. He's been your friend since you were kids, and even though nowadays he's off on tour with UPW most of the time, you do try to keep in contact.

After a while of the phone ringing, he picks up. "Luke! How are you?" He chirps, cheerfully.

"I got the job!" You respond, excited. "I went to the tryouts, and it went well, I guess. I start on Monday."

"That's great! I knew you'd do well. You picked it up pretty well in our training session. Good news is, UPW and ACW work together. Maybe we'll be able to wrestle together soon enough." Nick says.

"Really?" You ask, you didn't know ACW and UPW worked together? The colorful image of UPW you have in your head seems so distinct from the grimy gym you were in earlier. The idea of those two worlds crossing over sounds bizarre.

"Maybe I can talk to Vince, convince him to put us in a tag match together. Or maybe even against each other. Do you know what your gimmick is gonna be yet?"

"No, not really. I just had a match, didn't work on the character that much. I have no idea about any of that, to be honest." You sigh, it'd be easier if you could just wrestle as yourself and not have to worry about any of this gimmick stuff.

Nick, seeming to notice your frustration, "I can help out, if you want. Sometimes all you need is a good brainstorming session."

"Well, actually, I was thinking we could go out to celebrate tonight. That is, if you're free." You say, you haven't really gotten much free time recently to hang out with him, due to how often he's on the road for UPW.

"You're in luck, because I am free, and I can get Colette to watch the kids tonight. The boys are all going out too, I think. How do you want to celebrate?"

> Go out drinking with Nick.
> Try to work out your gimmick.
> Tag along with the UPW locker room.
> Write-in.

>>3227395
>> Go out drinking with Nick.
>> Try to work out your gimmick.

>>3227395
>Go out drinking with Nick.
>Try to work out your gimmick.

While we have him we can talk it over.

>>3227407
+1

>>3227395
>Tag along with the UPW locker room.

>>3227395
>Go out drinking with Nick.
>Try to work out your gimmick.
We can brainstorm a bit while having fun. We should totally go heel though.

>>3227395
>> Go out drinking with Nick.
>> Try to work out your gimmick.

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>>3227407
>>3227411
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>>3227462
>>3227504
You suggest heading out to the bar, having a few drinks and brainstorming your gimmick to Nick, he agrees, and you both head out to meet up at the bar. It's a short walk from your apartment, as most places you visit are, since you are way too broke to own a car. The bar is the same place you and Nick have been going to for as long as you've been able to drink, a small rundown bar tucked into a dirty street corner in southern Philadelphia called Bockwinkel's originally opened by legendary professional wrestler Frank Bockwinkel upon his retirement, nowadays it's mostly empty, although the occasional wrestling supergeek and few regular patrons the bar has keep it afloat.

You enter the bar, and immediately walk over towards the table you always sit at, waving at the familiar face of Frank, tending the bar almost by instinct. However, you quickly realize something's off, when instead of the grumpy old man you expected to see, a young woman is tending the bar instead. You walk over, confused. There's no way this bar makes enough money for Frank to hire a new employee.

"Hiya, can I get you something?" The woman asks, flashing you a friendly grin.

"Uh... maybe. Who are you?" You ask, scratching the back of your head.

She laughs. "You're a charmer. I'm Mona, nice to meet you. I'm working for Mr. Bockwinkel."

You nod, "Yeah, that's the part I'm sorta confused about. Is he like, paying you?"

She looks at you skeptically, "Sorta. He's training me, in return, I help him out around the bar."

Your eyes go wide. The girl looks tiny, and also so innocent you doubt she could ever even hurt a fly. The idea of her in the ring seems a little absurd, especially after some of the characters you saw at your audition earlier.

> Order a drink and go wait for Nick to arrive.
> Ask her about her training.
> Bring up your new job.
> Try to flirt with her.

>>3231609
>> Order a drink and go wait for Nick to arrive.

>>3231609
>Ask her about her training.

Gettin' to know people

>>3231609
>Order a drink and go wait for Nick to arrive.

>>3231609
>Ask her about her training.

>>3231609
> Ask her about her training.

>>3231609
>> Ask her about her training.

>>3231609
>ask her about her training

you can say you just started your own and you're wondering how it works as a good reason