Chapter One – The First Draws
I woke up staring at a spotlight.
Not the one in my crappy apartment ceiling, but a blinding white arena light. The smell hit me next—smoke machines, popcorn, stale beer, and cheap nacho cheese.
"…Okay," I muttered. "I'm either at WrestleMania or dead."
"Neither," came a velvet voice.
I sat up, blinking hard. Floating above the ring was a woman in a throne, her gown stitched with constellations, her hair rippling like galaxies. She smiled like a cat who already ate the canary.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked.
She leaned forward, chin in hand. "I am Xena. Goddess. Bored out of my immortal skull. So I decided to… shake things up."
I pinched myself. Nope. Not dreaming. "Shake things up how?"
"You love wrestling more than anything. So now? You're in a world where wrestling is everything. No WWE. No AEW. No NJPW. Just you. You run the only new show here. Immortal, unstoppable… until you're forgotten."
I gawked. "That's not a gift. That's a punishment!"
Xena's grin widened. "Depends how you play it." She snapped her fingers, and a glowing screen popped into existence.
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I stared at the floating text. "Oh my god. This is a mobile game. You turned my life into a gacha mobile game."
Xena giggled. "Thirty free spins. Don't waste them. And remember, your first show is tomorrow. Don't bore me."
"Tomorrow?!" I shouted. "You expect me to run a whole show in twenty-four hours?"
She leaned back in her throne, smug as hell. "Entertain me, Rose."
And then she vanished, leaving me in the spotlight.
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I paced the ring, trying not to hyperventilate. "Okay, okay, breathe. Thirty free pulls. This is just like Fire Pro mixed with Fate/Grand Order, except with more spandex and fewer waifus."
I hovered over the giant glowing SPIN button. "Alright. Here goes nothing."
I tapped it.
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First Draw
Cards spun in midair like a slot machine. A flash of light, a puff of smoke—
And then a clown landed in the ring.
Literally. A clown.
He wore baggy polka-dot pants, rainbow suspenders, and juggled three bowling pins. His nose honked when he laughed.
"I am Jingles the Jester!" he cried.
I stared. "No. No way. This is a prank, right?"
He honked again.
I smacked my forehead. "I hate my life."
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Second Draw
Another spin. This time, the air went cold. Out stepped a tall woman in tattered robes, eyes glowing red.
"I am Morrid," she intoned. "Mistress of Shadows."
I perked up. "Finally! Someone badass!"
Morrid tilted her head. "…But I have a crippling fear of ladders."
"…You've gotta be kidding me."
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Third Draw
FLASH. A short, pudgy guy in neon green tights flexed on the ramp.
"The Green Blob!" he shouted. "Master of squishy slams!"
I muttered under my breath. "Why do I feel like I just pulled a Rare Candy mascot?"
Jingles honked in agreement.
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Spins Four Through Ten
One after another, the weirdos appeared:
A masked luchador who only spoke in chicken noises.
A biker grandma wielding a steel chain.
A vampire girl who hissed but sneezed at the word "garlic."
A mime. An actual mime.
A muscular catgirl who clawed the ropes.
A "space pirate" with a plastic toy gun.
A nervous rookie who bowed ninety times before introducing himself.
By the tenth pull, I collapsed against the ropes. "This isn't a roster. This is a traveling circus!"
Jingles raised his hand. "Circus Wrestling Federation?"
"Shut up, Jingles."
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Spin Eleven
Suddenly, the lights cut. The arena went blood-red. A single card hovered, glowing, before exploding into flame.
When the smoke cleared, she stood there. Pale as porcelain. Crimson lips. Black eyes. Her gear was a mix of ring attire and a royal gown. She moved like she owned the ground she walked on.
"I am Lilith," she said. "Rank: S."
I grinned so hard it hurt. "Yes! Finally, someone strong!"
Titan—my very first summon, the huge armored brute—actually stepped back. "Formidable."
Lilith smirked. "Your circus is pathetic. But I will raise it from the mud."
The crowd—NPCs, generated by the System—actually cheered.
And faintly, from nowhere, Xena's voice drifted: "Now this is getting interesting."
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Aftermath
By the end of thirty pulls, I had a roster of absolute lunatics:
Jingles the Jester.
Morrid the shadow priestess with ladder-phobia.
The Green Blob.
A chicken luchador.
A biker grandma.
A vampire with allergies.
A mime.
A catgirl.
A space pirate cosplayer.
A nervous rookie.
And, thank god, Lilith and Titan.
I stood in the middle of the ring, surrounded by chaos, clowns, goths, and cat ears.
I took a deep breath. "Alright. Welcome to… uh…"
"Circus Wrestling Federation?" Jingles piped up again.
"NO."
I clenched my fists. "Welcome to Rose's Wrestling Alliance. Tomorrow, we debut. We crush the competition. And we prove to this insane goddess that I'm not here to play games—I'm here to build a legacy."
The System chimed:
[First Show: 24 Hours]
[Audience Expectation: 50 fans]
[Opponent Promotions: WWL, Dark Ring, Eternal Wrestling]
My stomach dropped. Rival promotions. Fifty fans. A goddess breathing down my neck.
And a clown honking at me.
I sighed. "This is gonna be hell."