>>46631274
>Sure, sounds interesting.

Going overseas for a different company than anyone else

Also, have some strawpolls, because fuck it. All of these except for the last one are just silly I don't even know why I made them.

>Best Girl?
http://strawpoll.me/7353728

>Best Boy?
http://strawpoll.me/7353764

>Best Match?
http://strawpoll.me/7353806

>Best Pair?
http://strawpoll.me/7353850

And the one that actually matters.

>Who would you prefer be the protagonist of the Prequel side-story one-off?
http://strawpoll.me/7353883

>>46631354
Are you excited for the close of the first arc?

>>46631560
Definitely. I've had stuff laid out for the second arc since the beginning of the Quest, and I'm excited to be getting to it. I feel the players are going to enjoy it too, things are really going to pick up after this.

>>46631274
>Sure, sounds interesting.
I mean, I knew that was where we were going, and if she didn't suggest it. I would have.

>>46631354
>Best Girl
Patty, with all the others pretty close behind, wouldn't mind soending time learning more about them

>Best Boy
Danny, followed extremely closly by David. David is the better person right now, Danny the more entertaining

>Best Match
Vs Kassius I, not even close. That match was hype

>Best Pair
Jenny x David. I still have hope!

>PQ
I still expect that merger. And the battle for us TWA alums to make their mark. I think it'll be great!

And of cours Book. I want your thoughts on your own questions.

>>46631627
>I want your thoughts on your own questions.

Okay, I'll do my best.

>Best Girl
I've said before that who I consider the best female character in the game won't even be introduced for a long time. Out of the existing crop, I'd probably say I enjoy writing Patty the most.

>Best Boy
Probably Danny, I like goofball sidekicks. Possibly also Omega, as I like developing his relationship with Robin the most.

>Best Match
Both the Kassius matches. BIG MATCH ROBIN.

>Best Pair
Robin x WRESTLING and Omega x Suffering, obviously.

>Prequel Quest
I have no preference, and honestly if there's enough interest, I'll probably do two side-stories to cover both characters.

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>Sure, sounds interesting.

Jenny texts you the location on where to meet her as you get dressed and prepare your bag. You don't know why she just can't train at the gym, but you figure that Jenny's got something else in mind as far as training goes.

You drive to the location specified in the text and find yourself pulling up in front of a warehouse, where Jenny is standing by the entrance. It looks shady as hell, and you begin to heavily regret your decision as she approaches you with a baseball bat in her hand.

You step out of the car as she gives a wave.

"Yo, Ace! A little birdy told me you've got a No Holds Barred match this Friday! You ever wrestle a No Holds Barred match before?" she calls out to you.

You shake your head, and Jenny scoffs. "Yeah, I didn't think so. Look at you, Ace! You're a soft lil' pretty boy. You're gonna need to do some serious toughening up." She swings the baseball bat in her hands. "Hardcore matches hurt, you know."

"So what? You're going to hit me with that bat?" you ask.

"Not just this bat! I've got a whole day of training planned out!" she laughs. "What do ya' think?"

>That's insane, and I want no part in it.
>I'm not soft! I'll show you how tough I can be!
>Just... go easy on me, okay?

>>46631834
>>Just... go easy on me, okay?

All I really know about hardcore matches comes from The Wrestler and a bit of hearsay, but aren't they usually looked down upon? Are we hurting our image by doing one?

>>46631834
>>Just... go easy on me, okay?
Or at least only half speed for the first few yeah?

>>46631878
>All I really know about hardcore matches comes from The Wrestler and a bit of hearsay, but aren't they usually looked down upon? Are we hurting our image by doing one?

Hardcore matches in and of themselves aren't looked down upon. WWE still has hardcore matches, though they are pretty tame. Extreme Championship Wrestling is looked back on very fondly within the industry. What's looked down on is the trend of indy matches that are overly violent for the sake of it, with overuse of blood, broken glass and other overly dangerous objects.

>>46631935
Hey that means we can use the kendo stick to great effect then! Sorry just realized that. We always carry it into the ring with us so I suggest the first few attacks are with it.

>>46631834
>Just...go easy on me, okay?
At least to start. It's hour one of day one, after all.

Hope she doesn't have too much pent up agression in her right now. That said, it'll likely be better if she does. Preps us for Kassius. Who we know will not give us softballs.

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>Just... go easy on me, okay?

Jenny lets out a chuckle. "No such things as easy, Ace! This is going to hurt, a lot."

You step inside the warehouse with Jenny, and the next few hours of your life can be described in one word; Hell. By the end of your unorthodox training session, your entire body is aching, your back is a deep red, a few steel chairs lay broken on the floor, and you're picking out splinters after the table portion of your session with Jenny. It was a gruelling, grizzly, horrible experience... but you have to admit that you've definitely built a threshold for pain. You didn't want to be learning how painful a kendo stick could be until you stepped into the ring with Kassius on Friday, so maybe it's for the best that Jenny decided to take your hardcore wrestling virginity now.

"Wow, I gotta say Ace, you're a hell of a trooper. I can't believe you just let me beat the crap out of you all day!" Jenny laughs.

"Well, it's all in the interest of getting better," you groan, as you take a seat to rest. "You could have gone a little easier on me, you know."

"Why? Is Orwin going to go easy on ya?"

"Good point."

Jenny hands you a bag of ice, which you place on your shoulder to cool it off.

"You showed some serious commitment today, Ace. Didn't know you had it in 'ya." Jenny smiles. "Ya' know... in return for agreeing to this, I'm gonna let you ask the question."

"What question?"

"Oh come on, Ace! The question everybody wants to ask me!"

You pause. You know exactly what she's talking about, but you're not sure you even want to ask Jenny, even with her permission.

>Why do you have a problem with guys who wrestle?
>There's nothing I want to ask you, Jenny.

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>>46632280

>this training

As for the question,

>>Why do you have a problem with guys who wrestle?

>>46631834

>Just... go easy on me, okay?

>>46632280
>Why do you have a problem with guys who wrestle?
I am ready for an exposition dump, and to feel very sad, while also building an understanding, I've been wanting to learn more about Jenny for a while now.

>>46632280
Will be ou give David a second chance? Not be a girlfriend just be a bit nicer to the guy.

>>46632337

>TFW Internet is slow poking today

>>46632280

>Why do you have a problem with guys who wrestle?

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>Why do you have a problem with guys who wrestle?

Jenny took a deep breath, composing herself.

"Okay, just know that I've never told anyone this before. Count yourself lucky."

She pulls up a chair and places herself opposite you, clasping her hands together, sitting wide legged and hunched over as she speaks. "When I first started out, I wanted to do hardcore wrestling. Real shocker, I know. Anyway, I wanted to show people that I was tough, that I wasn't like any of the supermodels all these companies had parading around, posing as wrestlers, sucking dick to get jobs. I wanted to show people that I was the real fucking deal."

"And did you?" you ask.

"Of course I did! I AM the real fucking deal! Except... to prove that, I needed to get booked... and nobody wanted to put me on their cards. They said they had no use for me, that I had little appeal, all sorts of contrived bullshit, until I fell back on this one indy. Small place, long out of business by now, but they did a lot of hardcore matches, and where interested in putting a woman in the fray. Only problem was the promoter, who also happened to be the company's champion, was a piece of shit. One of those super scummy promoter's you always hear about."

Jenny pulls a cigarette out of her jacket pocket and light it up, taking a long drag. "Anyway... I met with the guy, because I had nowhere else to go, and he said that he could find a place on the card for me, but only if... only if..."

"What?" you try to nudge her along.

"Only if I sucked his dick," Jenny answers.

You recoil. "What? That's horrible! What an asshole!"

Jenny shakes her head angrily. "Yeah, well I sucked the dick, didn't I?! I choked down on that disgusting thing and I hated every moment of it! And guess what? Next week, I was on the card! And I showed everyone what I could do in the ring! What a tough bitch I am! Then, I got more calls and more bookings, and I made it to TWA and I became a crowd favourite! My career kept rising, and it's still rising, but none of that fucking matters, because all of my success, ALL OF IT, is because I sucked some scumbag's dick! AGH!"

Furious, Jenny grabs the chair she was sitting on and flings it across the room. "I haven't been able to look myself in the mirror since! The fact that I could sell myself to some sleazeball... and now, I can't stand any other wrestler touching me... unless it's to kick the crap out of me! All I can see is his face! His stupid fucking face and his stupid fucking dick has tainted everything I'll ever do in that ring!"

Jenny runs her hand through her hair, and clenches his fist, grasping at a chunk of her hair and pulling it tightly.

>Say something to comfort her.
>Stay quiet. Let her vent.

>>46632868

>Say something to comfort her.

>>46632868

>Say something to comfort her.

"Some guy probably had to suck Vince Crockett's dick to get a job in UPW."

>>46632868
>Stay quiet, let her vent.
I don't know if she'll accept comfort right now in the middle of her rage. The moment she starts doing something stupid though, we have to interject. I don't want her hurting herself.

>>46632868
>Say something to comfort her.
"And I was taught by kevin omega"

>>46632868
>>Stay quiet. Let her vent.
But stop her if she starts to hurt herself physically.

>>46632868

>Stay quiet. Let her vent.

Calling in 5 minutes without a tie-breaker.

Calling for
>Stay Quiet. Let her vent.
Writing now.

>Stay Quiet. Let her vent.

You decide that the best thing to do is to remain silent and allow for Jenny to get her aggressions out. She took a huge step in trusting you enough to tell you all of this, you don't want to ruin it by saying something stupid. Jenny tosses the folding chair around the room, while huffing furiously, before placing her hands over her face and sitting on the cold floor.

You approach her and place a hand on her shoulder.

"Thanks, Ace..." you hear her muffles voice from behind her hands. "It feels good to get that off my chest."

"Jenny, you should know that what happened with that promoter... it doesn't affect how good you are in the ring. You made to where you are based on your talent, not because of some scumbag's blackmail." You help Jenny back onto her feet.

"I... thanks. I should probably take off, Ace. Take some time to think things over, ya' know?"

"Take all the time you need," you reply with a smile.

Jenny nods and takes off. You're about to climb into your car when you receive a call. You check the ID of the caller... Patty.

"Hello?" you answer the phone.

"Hey Pal! You see my UPW return last night?" her excited voice calls out from the other end.

"Sorry Patty, I had a show last night, and today I just went through some painful training. I'll catch it on a replay whenever I get the chance."

"Oh yeah, how did you match with Fatssius Orwin go?"

"DQ finish. Rematch Friday," you explain as concisely as you can.

"What? That sucks!" Patty exclaims. "So... I hate to ask, but what's new with the old fart? He hasn't done anything mind-numbingly stupid, has he?"

>Actually, he got back together with his ex-wife.
>Nothing you need to worry about.
>Nah, he hasn't done anything of note.

>>46633554
>>Actually, he got back together with his ex-wife.

Gonna wait a while for more votes to be cast.

>>46633554
>>Actually, he got back together with his ex-wife.

>>46633554

>Actually, he got back together with his ex-wife.

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>Actually, he got back together with his ex-wife.

Patty snorts. "Ha, good one! It's going to take more than that to mess with me, Ace!"

"I'm not joking."

There's a brief silence over the phone. "Oh god, you ARE serious, aren't you?"

"Afraid so."

"Are you kidding?! How could that fuckface manage to get back with his ex-wife. Charlotte hates his guts more than anyone else!"

You hesitate to say the next words. "Not Charlotte. His OTHER ex-wife."

"WHAT?!" Patty yells from the other end. "You mean, Hurricane Janet?"

"Huh, you call her that too?"

"Ace, listen up!" Patty's voice is a mix of anger and determination. "I'm sure you've met Janet before. She is a monster. She is a beast with a thousand sharp teeth and a million slimy tentacles hidden under her clothes. She is Satan. You cannot let her near him. I can't be there to stop the disaster about to happen, but you have to end things between those two right NOW."

"I don't know, Patty..."

"Now, dammit! It's a matter of life and death, and I wish I was exaggerating!"

>Okay, okay! I'll see what I can do.
>Don't you think you're being a little paranoid, Patty?
>I get it, you have a thing for Omega so you hate his ex-wife. Kinda petty of you.

>>46634272
>>Okay, okay! I'll see what I can do.

I guess we have no choice but to bang Omega's ex.

>>46634272

>Okay, okay! I'll see what I can do.

>>46634272
>>Okay, okay! I'll see what I can do.
But
>>Don't you think you're being a little paranoid, Patty?

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>Okay, okay! I'll see what I can do.

"Good," Patty replied, "It's for the best of everyone that you sabotage this. You do not want to see the trail of destruction that Hurricane Janet leaves in her wake. She's the worst."

*CLICK*

Just as soon as you finish your conversation with Patty, you receive another call. Great... it's Omega. You hesitantly place the phone to your ear.

"Ace, how would you like to come out to dinner with me and the ex-wife tonight?"

You don't want that at all, but you remember what you just promised to Patty. "Uh, sure... I guess."

"Excellent! Janet's been begging for me to set up a double date."

"A double date?" you ask, surprised. "But I don't have a date-"

"Don't worry, I already took care of that," Kevin explains. "I've got that nice band girl. Abby."

You let out a sigh. "And she agreed to this?"

"Well, she doesn't know it's you! I told her it was a blind date! I'm sure she'll be pleasantly surprised! See you there!"

>LATER

You drive towards the Chinese restaurant where you're supposed to meet Omega and his ex-wife. This will undoubtedly be a truly terrible experience, and you allowed yourself to be beaten mercilessly with steel chairs earlier.

You park your car, and wait outside the entrance. Abby is the first one to arrive, bouncing along in a dark blue summer dress. She catches a glimpse of you, and her face turns red, like clockwork.

"R-Robin! What are you... doing... oh. I see. I... I should of realised who my date would be sooner."

Abby fidgets uncomfortably as you take notice of how well the dress fits her, how it accentuates all of her most attractive features.

>Yeah, I kinda got sprung on me too.
>Wow, you look... great.
>Okay, let's try not to make this any more awkward than it already is.

>>46634904
>>Yeah, I kinda got sprung on me too.
But
>>Wow, you look... great.
And please don't mention this to David

>>46634904
>>Yeah, it kinda got sprung on me too. Let's try not to make this any more awkward than it already is.

>>46634933
No flirting. We don't need that.

>>46635039
Okay can we say she looks good? A small compliment then?

>>46634904

>Yeah, I kinda got sprung on me too.

Fucking Kevin, man. Also, I was tempted to do Sleepy's, but I figured that Abby wouldn't like us sending mixed messages to her so soon after Ace Crusher'ing her heart.

>>46634904

>Suplex ourselves into the Earth's core to get out of this dinner

>>46635239
Friendly compliments are fine. Anything that sounds like something the stupid male lead of a PG movie would say when seeing the slightly nerdy female lead in a dress for the first time is not okay.

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>Yeah, it kinda got sprung on me too.

"I didn't even know about this until about an hour ago," you explain. "I didn't exactly have time to prepare."

"W-well, you look fine as you are now..." Abby mutters, before shaking her head. "Uh, I'll try not to compliment you. This is already kinda weird..."

"Ace! Music girl! My good friends!" Omega's voice calls out from behind you. Or at least, it sounds like Omega's voice, but Kevin's never been even close to that cheerful.

You turn around and cringe in horror. Kevin is standing before you with his hair combed, a wide, forced grin on his face, and...

"Oh god, are you wearing a sweatervest?" you ask, horrified.

Before Kevin can answer, you are approached by a tall woman with lengthy blonde hair rolled into curls, and wearing a tight red dress that calls heavy attention to her well-endowed bust. She licks her dark red painted lips as she catches a glimpse of you. "Wonderful, isn't it? Kevin here didn't care for it a first, but after some careful grooming, you can turn this mountain man into a charming gent!" Her voice is a false attempt at sounding fancy, like a high-schooler trying to perform Shakespeare.

"Oh, and... this must be..." Abby mutters in a meek voice.

"Janet Reynolds, at your service." She daintily shakes Abby hand, before grabbing yours and kissing the back of it. "Enchanté... and who might you be?"

Kevin clears his throat. "Well, this is my stu-"

"I didn't ask you, darling!" Janet snaps, still grasping your hand.

>I'm Robin. I'm one of Kevin's students.
>I don't think you should cut Kevin off like that.

>>46635547
>>I don't think you should cut Kevin off like

>>46635547
>>I don't think you should cut Kevin off like that.

Because we're supposed to be getting between the two. Or the other response but like we're offended that she didn't remember us

>>46635547
>>I don't think you should cut Kevin off like that.

Let's just derail this mess before it starts.

>>46635547

>I don't think you should cut Kevin off like that.

And Hurricane Janet will be touching down in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

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>I don't think you should cut Kevin off like that.

Janet glares at you at lets out a sharp exhale from her flared nostrils. "Oh? And what do you suppose I do? Let him run his mouth off like a foul mouthed sailor? Hurl insults? No, a man like my darling Kevin here is best kept on a tight, tight leash. I wouldn't expect one of his students to understand. I'm sure he's brainwashed you all into acting like ignorant savages. This little lady understands, don't you honey?"

Her gaze shifts to Abby, who is only able to let out an uncomfortable squeak.

"See? She agrees! Now, shall we?" Janet snaps her fingers and grabs Kevin by the wrist. Kevin helplessly allows himself to be dragged inside the restaurant, as you and Abby follow close behind.

"Robin... this is very uncomfortable," Abby whispers.

"I know."

"Is this what your life is always like?"

"I really wish I could say no."

Janet guides you all to a booth in the restaurant, dictating the seating arrangement. You find yourself sandwiched between a nervous Abby on your left, and Janet nudging closer and closer on your right.

When the waiter arrives, Kevin opens his mouth to speak, but Janet is quick to interject, ordering a cheap bowl of noodles on his behalf.

"Is that what you wanted?" you ask Kevin.

"It's not about what he wants, it's about what's best for him," Janet answers, despite you not asking her.

"Do you have anything to say about that?" you demand an answer from Kevin, who just puts on an overly false smile.

"Janet's always known what's best for me, Ace."

Who is this man, and why is he wearing the skin of Kevin Omega? Just when you think things can't get any worse, you feel Janet's hand being placed on your thigh, as she slowly makes her way up to...

>Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom!
>Knock over a glass of wine.

>>46636011
>>Knock over a glass of wine.
Try and spill it on ourself if possible and get the fuck out of there

>>46636058
Agreeing with this guy. In the words of Iron Maiden: RUN TO THE HILLS

>>46636058
So you want Janet to have the opportunity to clean Robin up? It'll probably kill things with Abby for good and break up Janet & Kevin, so OK, let's do it!

>>46636011

Neither.

"Kevin, Janet's hand is on my leg."

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>Knock over a glass of wine.

You panic, unable to think of what to do next. Out of pure instinct, you swipe a wine glass with the back of your left hand, knocking it over and spilling it's contents partly over yourself, but mostly over poor Abby. Not a very graceful action, but it gives you and Abby reason stop stand away from the booth and get Janet's hand off of your private parts.

"Oh, it's everywhere!" Abby complains, looking down at her soaking dress.

You pull Abby away towards the bathroom where she can dry off, and escape the scene at the booth. As she reaches the bathroom door, you feel the need to apologise.

"Sorry about that, but Omega's ex was getting a little... handsy with me, and I couldn't think of a way to excuse myself."

"So you poured wine over me?" Abby asked, raising an eyebrow. She examines her new sundress once again. "Oh no... it's starting to go see-through. I can see my bra... please don't look..." Abby covers her chest with her arms.

"I'll do my best," you reply, as Abby hurries into the bathroom to get changed.

You breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that's the end of it. Oh, how naive you are.

"Hey, stud."

You're startled as Janet's voice whispers into your ear from behind. You swing around, as Hurrican Janet is already pressing against you, with a drying cloth in her hand.

"I see you spilled a lot of wine on your pants. I think it's only right that I help you dry it off..."

You throw your hands up in protest. "Ms. Reynold's, no. This isn't a porno movie, and I'm not the poolboy. Besides, Kevin is right over there-"

"Good!" she hisses, as her gaze sharpens on your eyes. "I've been meaning to stick it to that bastard for a long time now. Having his favourite student stick it to me is a good way to go, I think."

"That's horrible!"

"Is it? That man made my life a living hell the time we were married! He's a drunken lecherous savage! You can't honestly tell me that Kevin Omega is deserving of any kind of decency, when he refuses to extend it to anyone else! You know if he had the chance, he would be banging your little girlfriend in the bathroom right now! Now, shut up and let's have a little fun at his expense."

>Actually, you do kinda have a point...
>You're wrong about Kevin. He's my friend, and he deserves better than you.

>You're wrong about Kevin. He's my friend, and he deserves better than you.

>>46636795
>Actually, you do kinda have a point...
We made a promise to Patty.

>>46636795
>You're wrong about Kevin. He's my friend, and he deserves better than you.

>>46636795
>You're wrong about Kevin. He's my friend and he deserves better than you.

Regardless of his faults, and the very true statements she is making. Kevin is a man trying to change and I will not stand for her trying to use us against him.

Feel free to add any of that to the dialouge Booker.

>>46636795
>>You're wrong about Kevin. He's my friend, and he deserves better than you.

>>46636795

>You're wrong about Kevin. He's my friend, and he deserves better than you.

Please evacuate to a local shelter soon, because Hurricane Janet is far, far more destructive than first projected...

>>46637360
Well, a jail sentence for aggravated assault will probably keep them apart

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>You're wrong about Kevin. He's my friend, and he deserves better than you.

Janet lets out a vicious cackle. "Don't be stupid! Kevin doesn't have any friends!" She reaches for he crotch, but you pull her hand away and shake your head.

"I meant what I said. He's my friend. Sure, Kevin's not perfect... in fact, he's pretty terrible, but this Ken Doll you've tried to turn him into is much worse. I'm ending this madness."

You push past Janet and make your way toward Kevin, who is sitting patiently in the booth.

"Kevin, your ex-wife is trying to have sex with me," you calmly state.

Kevin lets out a nervous laugh before turning to Janet. "Is this true?"

Janet shrugs. "Yes, but your stupid little protégé didn't want any of this, so he really missed out."

Kevin calmly sets down his napkin and rises from his seat. "So you calling me up, asking to give all of this another shot, was all some attempt to make me look like an idiot and bed one of my students?"

"Basically, yes."

"Oh, glad we can clear that up." Kevin clears his throat as he slowly undoes his tie. "Makes me feel a lot better now that I can tell you to go fuck yourself!"

Kevin removes the sweater-vest in a swift motion and tosses it at Janet's face. It would be a triumphant moment for Omega, if it weren't for their back and forth yelling causing such a scene in the restaurant. Personal attacks, Insults, accusations of impotence in the bedroom, and several china plates are all thrown over the course of the argument. You cover your face with your hands as other patrons start to stare, and you silently hope that some of the restaurant staff will come to end this.

Eventually, Janet storms off, with Kevin yelling after her. "Yeah, keep walking! Ready to tear up another city, Hurricane Janet!"

"Huh, you call her that too."

"Kiddo, I coined that nickname."

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Abby returns from the bathroom, and you try to fill her in on what had happened.

"No need," she explained. "Those two are... very loud. I heard... everything."

"Even the parts where they mentioned their sex-life?" you ask.

"So many images I won't be able to get out of my head..." she mumbles, as the three of you make your way out of the restaurant, Kevin covering the bill.

You step out onto the street outside the restaurant, as Kevin frantically runs his hands through his hair, returning it to it's usual messy state. "Ah, that's better. I can't believe I let that witch dress me up like that."

"Hey, don't beat yourself up about it," you say, trying to comfort him. "I'm sure there was something she did to convince you. There must be some reason you married her in the first place."

"If there was, I don't remember. I was very drunk at the time." Kevin laughs. "Holy hell, I almost made a huge mistake. Maybe I need Patty more than I thought. See ya around, kiddo. Sorry for dragging you to this." Kevin places his hands in his pockets as he walks back to his car.

You turn to Abby, who is carefully examining the skirt of her sundress. "I think that teaches me not to trust a word Omega says."

The two of you share a laugh, and Abby places a hand on your shoulder.

"So Robin... that was the worst date I have ever had."

>Yeah, that was... an experience.
>Maybe I should take you to a movie some time to make up for it.

>>46637515
>Yeah, that was... an experience.

>>46637515
>>Yeah, that was... an experience.

>>46637515
>Yeah, that was... an experience.

>>46637515
>Yeah that...was an experience.

>Sorry about your dress.
Least we can do is pay back the cost of the dress, right?

>>46637663
seconding

>>46637515

>Yeah that...was an experience.

>Sorry about your dress.

>>46637663
This

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>Yeah that...was an experience.
>Sorry about your dress.

Abby looked down at her soaked dress once more. "It's okay... I'm kinda glad the scene they made in there meant no one would be staring at me in a partly see-through dress. Oh... why did I wear this?"

She shakes her head and takes a step close towards you. She lets out a small giggle as she does.

"Y-you know, as... uncomfortable as this night was, it was still... pretty fun. If only because... you were here. I don't know how I could have handled tonight if Omega set me up with someone else. Is this the kind of stuff you have to handle every day?"

"Pretty much," you shrug. "Sometimes things aren't a huge train-wreck, but for the most part..."

"Well, I don't envy you anymore," Abby laughs. "Though I'm kinda glad I could bear witness to a trainwreck like that... you know, from the safety of the bathroom."

She pulls in close and gives you a tight hug. It's incredibly painful due to your training earlier, but you suck it up and don't say anything. "I... missed hanging out with you, Robin. See you around."

Abby turns to walk away, but you're quick to over her a ride home. After all, you don't want her to walk all the way back to her place in a soaked dress. After dropping Abby off, you return to your apartment and rest for the night.

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>Wednesday, April 13th 2016

It's a bright sunny morning, but you find it difficult to pull yourself out of bed in the morning, with searing pain running throughout all your limbs. You're really beginning to feel the effects of your training session with Jenny yesterday.

You manage to rise up and make your way to the kitchen in order to make yourself breakfast, but you are greeted by the woman responsible for your aches standing in your apartment, biting into a slice of toast. And to make things even more confusing, she seems to have stepped right out of the shower, with her hair dripping wet, and her body covered by a white towel.

>Jenny, what are you doing in my apartment?
>Oh god, did you and David...?
>I really hope you aren't waiting for me.

>>46638094

>I really hope you aren't waiting for me.

>>46638094
>>I really hope you aren't waiting for me.
skip a few beats and then,
>>Oh, did you and David...?

>>46638162
>>46638094

Wait a second. Didn't David move out?

>>46638203
No he did not. He's still here for now.

>>46638094
>I really hope you aren't waiting for me.

You have no idea how much I want to ask that other question. But the rules of comedy and our own intelligence should say we should wait for the reveal...

>>46638094
>>Jenny, why did you shower in my apartment?

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>I really hope you aren't waiting for me.

Jenny scoffs. "Don't flatter yourself, Ace!" she says, taking a bite of toast. "Me and the big guy just fucked."

Your eyes widen, surprised. "What? Really?" Your expression soon turns to one of terror, however. "On the couch?"

Jenny shrugs. "Not just the couch. To be honest Ace, I'm pretty surprised you slept through it."

You were so exhausted when you returned to the apartment last night, you could have slept through a stampede. You just hope a stampede isn't an apt comparison to what Jenny and David got up to last night.

Before you can raise any objections, a furry ball of hair pounces onto your shoulder. It appears that Cat Jenny has returned to your apartment.

"Oh yeah, I brought her along as sort of my peace offering to the big guy," Jenny explained. "Some people bring flowers. I brought a cat."

David steps into the apartment kitchen from the bathroom. He takes a look at you and nods his head. "Me and Jenny, the human Jenny, had sex here last night. I'll make sure to clean everything."

>You better! I'm not going to touch anything in this apartment until you do.
>Uhh, yeah... congratulations, you two.

>>46638515
>"Do as I say, not do as I do," huh?

>>46638515
I am grinning so damn much right now. In case you weren't aware I'm >>46631627.

>Uhh, yeah...congratulations you two.

>>46638515

>Uhh, yeah... congratulations, you two.

>>46638515
>>You better! I'm not going to touch anything in this apartment until you do.
>>Uhh, yeah... congratulations, you two.

>>46638560
While I like this as a joke, save it for when its just the two of us. I think he'll appreciate the humour.

>>46638560
>>46638706
I doubt it, because we're the ones with the track record of horribly, horribly, fucking up every relationship we have, not him.

>>46638706
I think it's a better set-up for Jenny to flatter the guy, but OK.

>>46638740
You raise a fair point. I van retract my support of it.

Perhaps we just echo his rules to us when we were with Kimberly? I dunno. I just feel like Robin should be happy for the guy, but in a humerous best friends kind of way.

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>Uhh, yeah... congratulations, you two.

"We aren't getting married," David replies taking a chair by the kitchen counter. "Why are you congratulating us for having sex?"

"Yeah, that's kinda weird, Ace." Jenny chimed in.

You sigh. "I just meant that I'm happy for you two and-"

Before you can finish your phone rings. Cat Jenny leaps off of you as you pull it out of your pocket and answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ace? How's it going?" Owen's voice rings out from the other end. It's been a while since you've heard from him.

"Owen? Why are you calling?" you ask, curious.

"Don't you know? UPW are doing a house show in the city tonight, and I'll be performing. I figured that while I'm here, we could grab coffee and catch up? What do you think?"

>Sure! It would be great to see you again.
>I don't know, I'm pretty busy right now. Plus, all my bones are aching.

>>46638819
>>Sure! It would be great to see you again.

Also maybe throw out the fact that it seemed like those two boneheads would never get together as the reason we congratulated them.

>>Sure!
Maybe see if he wants to help us with some hardcore training?

>>46638819
>Sure! It would be great to see you again.
I've wantes to call him for a while now. I do wonder how much he knows about our tenure, but will cross that bridge when we get there. Maybe understand why he made us leader too.

Also, UPW house show. Guess we can do one better than seeing Patty's return. What fun!

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>Sure! It would be great to see you again.

You clear out of your apartment, granting the happy couple some more alone time before David would have to go to work.

You hop in your car and drive off to the city pier where you agreed to meet Owen. You grab some coffee and wait around for a while before he arrives. Owen was always a pretty handsome guy, but now he looked even better than ever. He carried himself with a walk you can only learn from being at the top of the business. In the past few weeks, Owen Barnes was pegged as the undisputed future of UPW, and somehow the guy has managed to avoid that acclaim going to his head. He approaches you, coffee cup in hand, and a warm smile on his face.

"So, you're taking on Kassius again?" he asks.

You nod. "No Holds Barred this time. Training has been... rough."

Owen winces. "Oooh, tell me about it. I still remember my first hardcore match. I was feeling it for weeks afterwards. Sometimes I still feel it, right about... here." He points out a spot on his shoulder. "Never feels the same afterwards."

"Thanks for the reassuring words," you say. "Is there any reason you wanted to talk today? Other than catching up?"

Owen nods his head. "Yeah, I figured since the last time we met, you might have a few questions for me. So go ahead, ask away!"

>Why did you place me in charge of the locker room?
>Do you know what TWA's future is?
>So, what's it like being in UPW?

>>46639170
All three questions, in the following order.

>So, what's it like being in UPW
>Why did you place me in charge of the locker room?
>Do you know what TWA's future is?

I hope we can ask all three, but lets ease into the heavy stuff, shall we?

>>46639170
>Do you know what TWA future is?

Calling in 5 minutes.

>>46639170

>Do you know what TWA's future is?

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>Do you know what TWA's future is?

Owen lets out a sigh. "Yeah, I figured you'd want to go there first..."

You follow Owen as he takes a seat on a nearby bench. "Look Robin, you don't know how much I want to say that everything's fine and the company is doing better than ever, but I can't tell you that. I hate lying... plus I'm real bad at it. TWA was doomed long before I even left, and now it's an actual matter of minutes. I don't even know if the place can stay afloat until Friday's show. Hopefully, it does, and the company can close with someone like you as it's champion and not someone like Kassius. You know, Adam called me an idiot when I put you in charge of the locker room. Granted, he calls me an idiot a lot, thinks I'm way too trusting. Maybe I am, but I saw that you were a good guy and hey, you may not have done a perfect job, but you had a lot of stuff on your plate. I'd like to see Kassius or Gable or Fisk or Jenny or even Adam try to hold everything together as well as you did."

You give a small smile. You had almost forgotten how reassuring Owen could be. He may just be the nicest man in the history of the business. The Mr. Rogers of wrestling.

"Thanks... so TWA's really that close to going under?" you ask.

"Afraid so, and when that happens... I imagine you'll come into contact with a certain woman. She goes by the name Proxy, a throwback to the time she wrestled in Code of Respect. Her real name's Hannah, but never call her that... anyway, you're going to find yourself in contact with her, and when that happens... don't trust her."

You raise an eyebrow. "You know her, I take it?"

"She's an... old flame. Let's leave it at that."

"I understand," you reply. "Relationships are complicated."

Owen lets out a laugh. "What? No they aren't!"

You're taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, relationships aren't complicated. They're the easiest thing in the world to understand! Maybe I'm just a romantic, I've been called one in the past, but... if there's someone who you like, who you care about, someone who gives you that feeling in your stomach, then it's not complicated. I know exactly what my relationship with Proxy is. I love her, she doesn't love me. It's sad... but it's not complicated. Relationships are only as complicated as you make them. You want to be with someone and they want to be with you, then what's complicated about that?"

Owen clears his throat, composing himself after his ramble. "Uhh, that's just my two cents, though. I hesitate to call myself a veteran, but consider that my veteran advice."

"I never said I needed relationship advice," you reply, taking a sip of your coffee.

"I know, but I could tell you needed it." Owen smiles as he picks himself off the bench. "Anyhoo, I should probably hit the gym and get ready for my show tonight. Good luck on Friday, make me and TWA proud. Catch you around, Ace."

With that, Owen walks away, leaving you on the bench to think about the words he shared with you. The man was rambling, but you couldn't help that maybe there was some truth that rang through in his words. You pull out your cellphone and stare at it. If what he said about TWA was true, your life was going to see a lot of changes. Maybe now is the time to make things a little less complicated.

>Call Abby
>Call Kimberly
>Call Patty
>Actually, for right now, I'm happy being by myself.

>Actually, for right now, I'm happy being by myself.
My mistress is wrestling

>>46639945
>Call Abby

>>46639945
>>Actually, for right now, I'm happy being by myself.

>>46639945
>Call Abby
To talk

Calling in 5 minutes.

Calling for
>Actually, for right now, I'm happy being by myself.
Writing now.

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>Actually, for right now, I'm happy being by myself.

You place your phone back into your pocket. There's nobody you need to call right now. For the current moment, you're happy with staying away from relationships and focusing on you career. What could be less complicated than that? You finish off your coffee and begin to wander around the pier, taking in all the sights and sounds. You remember when the fair was set up here, and how you found yourself caught on a dizzying carousel. That was a pretty rough time for you, but now things have really begun to clear up. Your friendships have been repaired, you're making strides in your career, and people are altogether happier now than they were just a short time ago... and that happiness is partly thanks to you.

You smile to yourself, taking note of all the progress you've made since you made your debut in TWA a month and a half ago. Hell, all the progress you've made since you began your training with Omega. Comparing you then to your current self is like comparing day and night. And you know that you're only going to keep growing as a person and as a performer from here on out.

Friday will be a turning point, one way or the other. The biggest match of your life, the company in jeopardy, there's an overwhelming sense of finality to the night. Still, you know that if you keep going the way you have now, everything will turn out for the better.

*RING RING*

You lose your train of thought, as you answer a call from an unknown number.

"Hello?" you ask, hesitantly.

A woman's voice calls out from the other end of the phone. "Hello, is this Robin Winters?"

"Yes?"

"Okay, you're listed here as David Fisk's emergency contact. We need you to come to the hospital right away. Your friend has been shot."

And that's it for tonight's thread! Thanks for playing! Let me know what you think!

>>46640674
Fuck, David. Was being a janitor not good enough for you?

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>Player Question
Well, I gave you guys a few useless polls over here >>46631354, so why not discuss your choices?

>>46640674
Oh fuck me! Really! What the hell happened here?

>>46640713
I kinda wonder if its actually his life forcibly coming back for him.

You don't tend to leave that kind of industry...you know?

>>46640740
Good thread, though this just leaves me feeling so low right now. I hope he can come out okay. But...it IS a gunshot...

>>46640766
By that I mean, they weren't going to let him leave, of course.

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>Bonus Player Question
What was your favourite moment of tonight's thread? And was it the blatant fan-service?

>>46640805
Learning more about Jenny, honestly. And knowing what we do now, and coupled with this shocking ending, I hope shes going to be okay.

And the fanservice was kinda fun in a silly way. But I care more about Abby herself. I wouldn't mind getting to know Abby as a friend, but as we learn more I am okay with a relationship, eventually. Kinda want to know how she is who she is.

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>>46640925
>I wouldn't mind getting to know Abby as a friend, but as we learn more I am okay with a relationship, eventually.

Well, Robin x Abby appears to be tied first place in the Best Pair Strawpoll and Abby is winning out in the Best Girl strawpoll, so I imagine other players share your opinion there.

Also, before anyone asks, I have no idea why mystery lady has two votes in that poll. I didn't know any player would consider her best girl, let alone two.

>>46640805
My fabortive was probably finding out about Jenny's past. The fan service wasn't that bad. Sorry I couldn't participate fully.