Blake Trask

At the very least a non-binary option (utilising they/them?) would be welcome. There are an increasing number of GNC and trans performers in wrestling these days and as a modder it feels quite uncomfortable wanting to include while this "you're misgendering them" klaxon is blaring in the back of my head.

It's their overness +/- momentum relative to your company's overness. You might be thinking of it of the workers relative to one another, which is what it used to be like and has now changed. The help file explains it pretty neatly, but the content on the perception system is a bit buried as it's not in the workers section.

Lionesses of Wrestling XXV: Live! Saturday, Week 2 July 2020 Gloucester Street Youth Centre Attendance: 77 Not broadcast Commentary: None Amy Skrewt vs. OM2 Jape vs. Svenja Schwartz Hilde Zeller vs. Jaunt Brynn Davies vs. Countess Nasty Becca Casterly vs. Elizabeth Cain Aviator Agarwal vs. Sakuyama Amy Skrewt gets stiffed in the jaw by OM2 to open this one and immediately calls time out, hiding behind the referee and clinging to her shirt. The exasperated official extricates herself, and Skrewt pokes OM2 in the eye while the ref is occupied. OM2 tries to get going, but Skrewt keeps disrupting her with dirty tactics. Skrewt’s confidence grows! She twists OM2’s arm behind her back, Chinese burn! Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself! Skrewt struts like a peacock, dropkick into the corner! Skrewt Boot! (Running Facewash)! She pins OM2, and the ref counts three. — E+ OM2 stays down for a while afterwards, and with sinister shamisen playing, Shinobi appears! OM2 doesn’t know she’s there, clambering to her feet—sleeper hold! Shinobi chokes her out and leaves her lying in the middle of the ring. Ninjutsu! — E+ Jape shows no fear against Svenja Schwartz, but it’s possible that the jester doesn’t really grasp what a wrestling match is. She capers and cartwheels and sends Schwartz in a spin, but gets caught out with a lunging elbow strike. Schwartz scents blood, grabs Jape, and doesn’t let go, twisting her limbs to pieces on the mat. Worn down, the jester cannot evade the Invasion (Curbstomp). — E The women’s partners and/or sidekicks face off and Jaunt has little more luck against Zeller. Having studied the preceding contest, Zeller already knows what moves will be most effective. Ruthless efficiency! Clinical holds! Jaunt is dismantled! Bridging fisherman’s suplex! 1, 2, 3. — E+ A despondent Abbi Archer comes out and apologises to the crowd for letting them down. She let Sakuyama down, too. She wasn’t good enough to win, or to prove Sakuyama wrong. Maybe she’s not good enough to be here. She exits disconsolately. — D- Countess really gels with Brynn Davies, which is to say that Brynn’s perfectly solid foundation finds a great foil in the exasperation of Countess. The blueblood is better than this commoner, how can Davies be so difficult to beat!? Davies doesn’t care about the ranting. She throws hands! She goes up top! She grapples! She’s just too well-rounded, there are no openings! Countess feigns an injury and Executioner jumps up to wrap an arm around Davies’ neck. Oxygen dependence! Her only weakness! Once Davies is sufficiently choked, Countess miraculously recovers and shows her The Writ (Reverse Bulldog) — E+ Countess celebrates the win, arrogantly prodding Davies out of the ring with her boot. However, she doesn’t get the chance to enjoy it for long as the Sea Dogs charge out from backstage! Countess shrieks in panic and sends High Executioner in to fend the Dogs off as she absconds, holding Polly high in the air. Executioner is hard pressed against both Dogs and is eventually double clotheslined out of the ring, but does her job long enough to let Countess make a clean getaway. — D- The London boxer Nasty Becca Casterly gets a bit of buzz when walking out to the ring. She’s not a massive star, but she’s been on a non-wrestling poster or two. The bell rings and Casterly absolutely obliterates Elizabeth Cain, flooring her with a hard body shot and dropping her again each time she dares to rise. An uppercut turns her lights out, and sneering, Casterly pins her with a single foot. — E- Though the British title isn’t on the line, Sakuyama seems to have a point to prove and her unfortunate target is Aviator Agarwal. Sakuyama jumps her as she gets into the ring and gets in a few harsh hits before the bell, and the moment the match starts she’s back on Agarwal, beating her down into the mat. Sakuyama tries to finish it quickly with a tiger suplex, but Agarwal kicks out. Sakuyama gets frustrated and Agarwal comes alive, exploiting the moment of recklessness with a drop toe hold right into the turnbuckle. Agarwal soars and flies, she’s on a bombing run… standing senton! She’s heading for the runway, climbing to the top—Sakuyama dives for the ropes and slams into them, aviator down! Sakuyama puts the boots to her, and then channels her favourites. Ichihara vice grip! Butler lariat! Kagawa Driver 20! It’s over! — D- Sakuyama jealously snatches up her title and holds it up in the air, rubbing it in the crowd’s collective face. She goes to leave the ring and—three notes. Then again. ”If you could only see, the beast you’ve made of me” And here comes Steph Blake! Sakuyama can’t believe it! Blake asks if Sakuyama thought she was done. Well she’s not. She’s fought tougher than Sakuyama and kept on kicking, kept on fighting, kept on DDTing, kept on winning. We’ve got unfinished business, champ. See you in two weeks. Sakuyama tries to meet her intense stare, but is quite obviously rattled. — D+ SHOW RATING: D-

hahaha oh no

You should be able to use talk to worker and see how he feels about turning heel, so at least you know and it doesn't shoot you in the foot on the night.

My foot tapped nervously as I sat in the coffee shop. Going out for coffee was kind of an extravagance on my current budget of sweet FA, but this one was going down as a business expense. I needed this to go well. I fought down the urge to check my phone for the twentieth time in half as many minutes. It hadn’t gone off. I knew it hadn’t. Fully fifteen minutes after the agreed time, Debra slouched into the cafe. She caught my eye and sauntered over, taking a seat opposite.” “Wardy.” “Hey, Debra.” “Give me a minute to have a gander at the menu.” I bit down on a response, that she hadn’t even bothered to explain why she was late. I couldn’t afford to mouth off. Debra hummed and hawwed over the menu and then ordered something non-extravagant but expensive enough to make my wallet flinch, given it was footing the bill. Debra finally focused her attention on me. “So, what’s the occasion?” “I’d like us to hire Steph Blake back.” Debra said nothing and raised an eyebrow. I took a deep breath. “I get the point you were making by making it a short deal, and I’m sorry if it feels like I’m overspending. I’m just trying to keep the shows interesting.” “Mm.” Another steadying breath. It was fine. This was fine. “I think that having somebody like Steph involved is really good for us, both for matches and for our profile. She helps make us look legit, and she’s not asking for a lot of money, so—” Debra raised a hand and cut me off. “Alright, Wardy, you don’t need to make a whole performance of it. We can bring her in.” Relief. “Thank you—” She broke across me. “If you agree to a few bits and bobs.” My heart resumed sinking. “Like?” “First off, Svenny’s been talking about her booking, and she’s right. No more jobbing her out. If she doesn’t think she should lose, then change the finish.” I tried not to flinch. “Okay. I think I can—” “Lemme finish. Easier that way. Second, Cain and Oswell. S’far as I’m concerned, they don’t get it. Cut ‘em. Bring in a couple gels I know. Grit up the roster some.” Lizzie and Ophelia… I felt like they’d really been starting to find their groove. Apparently Debra disagreed. “Last, I want half.” I blinked. “The… gate?” “LoW.” The word plunged me into ice cold water. She couldn’t be serious. That was a joke, right? I searched her face for any hint of a smile. I waited for the punchline. I turned up empty. “Debra, that’s…” “Way I see it, I’ve been putting a lot of money into this. Probably done as much if not more than anyone else to get everything running. Reckon I deserve something in return.” I was drowning. I couldn’t tell which way was up. “I can’t just… give you the company.” Debra shrugged. “Sure you can. Got a lawyer mate. Could get the docs drawn up in a jiffy. And don’t be daft, I’m only asking 50 percent.” Only? “Debra, I really don’t think that’s a good idea. Just… let’s just forget Steph.” “Do you want a women’s scene or not, Wardy?” I stopped short. “What?” “Do you want Britwres to have a scene, or do you want to be queen of a tiny little castle, doing shows for fifty people a pop?” ...I did want there to be women’s wrestling over here. Was I trying to control too much? Did it matter if it was me calling all the shots, so long as LoW managed to get off the ground as a real company? “Course, just say the word and I can leave. Sure you’ll be able to scrounge up a few bob to pay the girls with.” Debra’s eyes bore into me. I struggled to meet them. “Or… I could ring up that lawyer.” She grinned. Nothing behind her eyes. “I…”

“Annnnd here she is. Who’d’ve thought.” I jerked up from my glamorous lodgings of slumped over a camp table and looked around blearily. Rajni leaned against the doorway of her parents’ caravan, an amused smile playing across her face. “Raj…?” “Sup, fam. Wait, don’t answer that. Sup is that you just fell asleep in the Rajmobile. Again.” I grimaced, squeezing my eyes open and shut, open and shut. My vision was all fuzzy and blurred and I couldn’t feel half my face. “Time is it…?” “Twelvish.” Twelve!? F**k! I had to get to the venue! I lurched to my feet and staggered bodily into a cabinet, rebounding right into Rajni’s arms. I steadied myself on her, and then tried to push past and outside. “Raj! Raj, we’re gonna be late!” “Nooo we’re not.” “Raj! This is serious!” I flailed in her grasp. Since when was Rajni so strong? I couldn’t wriggle out. “Ellen. It is Wednesday.” It took a couple of seconds for the words to break through. I stopped struggling. “...yeah?” “Yeah.” “Oh.” We stood there for several seconds, and then I extricated myself, sitting down heavily on the seat where I’d dozed off. My neck and back were killing me. Rajni followed. “Can’t keep doing this, Disaster,” she said, not unsympathetically, but not playfully either. I looked at the mess of papers scattered all over the place. Financials. Booking ideas. Contact details. Mum’s shopping list. Oops. I picked that last one up and shoved it in my pocket. “Soz. I should find somewhere else.” “Not what I meant.” Rajni gestured at the disaster area and then at me. “You’re pushing it too hard, Ellen. You look terrible.” I was all set to send her on her way with a roll of the eyes and a middle finger, but something about her tone stopped me. She continued. “Sal is too busy imagining she’s Ogiwara. Abbi won’t say anything because she’s got her own stuff to deal with and even if she didn’t, she looks up to you too much. Debra probably got her concern gland surgically removed, and Viv’s your little sister. So…” she shrugged. “That leaves me. You’re running yourself into the ground, mate.” “I’m coping,” I said weakly. Raj snorted. “Yeah pull the other one, Ellen. You just forgot what day it is. You’ve got ring-binder imprinted on your face.” I touched where she gestured and felt grooves. A hot, uncomfortable rush of blood ran to my cheeks. “You’re knackered. Abbi and Viv and me are knackered. Sal’s gonna smash herself into a brick wall. Rate we’re going, we’ll burn out by the end of the year and you’ll be flat skint and hate wrestling.” She prodded me lightly on the shoulder, firing off one of her trademark grins. “I don’t want to see you hating wrestling, Disaster, your passion’s the hottest thing about you. No homo.” She paused for a moment to consider. “Some homo,” she amended. My cheeks were still warm as hell and now probably bright red. “So I should take a break.” “Sort of.” Rajni slid into the seat opposite mine. “Just space out the shows a bit more. One a week got people’s attention, so go every other week. Can plan each card better, gives everyone time to recover, gives people time to get excited instead of just coming because it’s wrestling. Win win win.” “I was kind of hoping that running a bunch would, you know, help us make some money back.” Rajni shrugged. “Pretty sure renting the centre and paying everyone is where most of the dosh is going.” I hesitated. It felt as if we were really starting to make headway with how we were running things. Still losing money, yeah, but less and less each month as attendances crept up little by little and we were able to get that bit extra from sponsors. Our losses for June were only double figures. July was going to be our month for sure, and Rajni wanted to change the plan. But… it wasn’t all about the money. The money was stressing me out a lot, but I was eating, drinking and breathing LoW right now. Booking, flyering, setting up and clearing away the venue, laying out my own matches, getting some training in, getting regular exercise in. It was a full time job—more than a full time job. Rajni… Rajni was right. This wasn’t sustainable. “Okay,” I said quietly, more to myself than to her. “Okay, Raj. We’ll try every two weeks.” She reached over the table and squeezed my hand. “Thanks, Ellen.” I hid my face from her, embarrassed. Hopefully this paid off.

Money already buys literally everything else in the game, it's nice to have at least one thing that throwing enough cash at can't override.

Melody's old bio mentions the women's division being revamped in 2006, so perhaps it was kind of put on the back burner? though JMB got cut in 2007 for finances so uh nice revamp NOTBPW lmao.

Lionesses of Wrestling XXIV: Live! Saturday, Week 4 June 2020 Gloucester Street Youth Centre Attendance: 57 Not broadcast Commentary: None Elizabeth Cain sets to the task of taking out Ellen Ward with gusto, facing aggression with aggression, kicking Ward’s knee out from underneath her and taking it to the ground in a slugfest that wouldn’t be out of home in a barfight. Cain claws and bites and tortures and starts choking Ward with both hands. The official warns her, and she couldn’t give a damn, even if disqualified she might just keep—Ward wrenches to the side, loosening the grip, and then unleashes a point blank headbutt. Cain is knocked clear and Ward rises. And she wants blood for blood. A bowling-shoe ugly clinch knee sends Cain into the ropes and Ward rains hell on her. There’s some resistance, but Ward’s determination is single minded, and she turns out the lights with the Glittering Magician. — E+ Before Ward can leave, Samba Barnes comes out with a microphone, gesturing for her to stay put. Ward prowls the ring ill-temperedly, but remains. Barnes thanks Ward for the assist last week; it was good to send Schwartz running with her tail between her legs, and if Ward hadn’t got Zeller out of the way—Ward cuts her off. She doesn’t care and doesn’t want Barnes’ gratitude. She wanted a fight and Zeller was in the wrong place at the wrong time. All there is to it. She walks right past Barnes and exits, leaving her to give the fans an awkward smile and shrug. — D+ Who would have thought that a simple pair of jesters could become such a thorn in someone’s side? Rajni Smith looks like she’s going to blow a gasket as she awaits Jaunt’s entry to the ring. The jester is in no hurry to get there, and when Rajni exits to try and grab hold of her, Jaunt leads her on a merry chase around ringside. When the match does start, Jaunt is dodging punches like it’s the matrix, popping splits to evade clotheslines, cartwheeling and capering and generally making Rajni look like a fool. Alas, she flies too close to the sun, and Rajni manages to corral her into a corner. Trapped, Jaunt is beaten like a pinata and takes the Air Force Raj (Second Rope Leg Drop) — E+ Rajni collects a microphone and starts to rant about destroying the clown, and that when she’s done, there’s going to be nothing but a smear of greasepaint. Behind her, Jaunt starts to rise, and then starts to dance. The crowd giggle. Rajni whips around. Jaunt plays dead. Suspicious, Rajni resumes her ranting. Jaunt gets back up again. Dances. Drops just before Rajni can look around. This goes on for a few minutes, and Rajni eventually storms to the back, swearing up a storm. — E+ The clown’s tag team partner is up next, and call it OM2 having an off night or call it Jape not being as good a wrestler as she is a performer, but this one doesn’t go down quite as well. Jape’s still a pretty good high flier all things considered, but OM2 manages to kick her right out of the air on a springboard, and the Death Kick Kombo follows for the win. — E- Brynn Davies shows no fear against the champion, but that’s possibly because it would require her to show any emotion whatsoever. The two women engage in a grappling match, and Davies starts getting the better of it, sending Sakuyama to the mat. She throws hands! She goes up top! She grapples! She’s just too well-rounded, there are no openings! Sakuyama just grabs the hair and yanks her to the ground. Sakuyama seizes the opportunity and channels her heroes. Ichihara vice grip! Butler lariat! Davies is out on her feet, Kagawa Driver 20! — D- Amy Skrewt complains that the arena isn’t properly lit for flying, nor does Aviator Agarwal have clearance to be in London’s airspace. Agarwal pulls glowsticks out of her pockets, and then shows Skrewt what appears to be a permit. Skrewt fumbles for another excuse. Agarwal puts her in a headlock. Skrewt’s dead on Agarwal’s radar. She flies and soars, is ready for a bombing run—Skrewt powders out. Each time Skrewt passes one of the turnbuckles, she takes a moment to fiddle with the pad. Whatever nefarious plot she has in mind can’t come to fruition though, as Agarwal has take off! Skrewt is dropped and pinned with a splash. — E+ Skrewt takes her sweet time getting to the back; she’s still out after Agarwal has departed and Noblesse Oblige begin to make their entrances. As they pass one another, Skrewt taps Countess on the shoulder. Executioner steps in menacingly. Skrewt pleads forgiveness. Countess deigns to hear what she has to say. They exchange a whispered conference, and then Skrewt leaves. — D Countess and Executioner are up against it when fighting a pair of wrestlers as good as Lottie Lace and Samba Barnes. They need every inch of that instinctive teamwork just to keep their chances alive. Lace showcases her international experience with hard forearms, picture perfect suplexes, Barnes is all action, never staying still for a second. Countess goes for the eyes, rakes the shin, hits a crossbody when she has some separation. Executioner uses her power, slams the others to the mat. But it’s not enough for the bluebloods. Even working Lace over, she’s able to wriggle and twist clear, tag in Barnes, who runs wild over them. Sambo suplex! Yakuza kick! She hurls Countess into the corner and punches! Her! In! The! Face! Countess staggers out of the corner, falling flat on her face… and taking the turnbuckle pad with her! Executioner breaks up the ensuing pinfall attempt, knocking over the referee along the way, and then hurls Barnes headfirst into the exposed steel! The referee, still clambering back to her feet, doesn’t see it! Executioner does exit, but it’s by way of obliterating Lace with a spear through the ropes. Barnes is a hair later to rise than Countess, and is shown The Writ (Reverse Bulldog) — D- Noblesse Oblige are deeply smug over their victory, and Countess picks up a microphone in order to gloat. Lace and Barnes just learned what happens when peasants dare to fight nobility. Now, just as soon as Abbi Archer gets finished with her delusions of grandeur, the High Executioner will finish her off and Countess will claim her rightful throne as champion of this pathetic little company—but wait, what’s this? Cap’n Swann and Bosun Bakshi! They’re back! The pirates say not so fast! They aren’t done by a long shot, you scurvy landlubbers! Countess sneers that she gets plenty of fruit. Bakshi wonders if Executioner has to help her peel it. Swann declares that noblewoman and heavy have something—no, someone—very dear to them held hostage. They will not rest until they rescue Polly! — D- SHOW RATING: D-

Thank you!

I'd be very appreciative if somebody could take a shot at a couple of company logos for me. 1. Rainbow Action League (RAL). Preferably not something too bright and campy; they're a LGBTQ heavy company but it's more inclusive than it is flamboyant. 2. Aussie Women's Grappling (AWG). Three ring circus style of company, so any design that isn't completely brutalist or over the top would be suitable!

In 2020, I have a 4 year effganic game which if I resume I will probably reduce the number of shows so time advances faster. Overall, I have a 10 year game which also has lasted about 12 years IRL as I move it from 2010, to 2013, to 2016, to 2020. Only actually played it in 2010 and 2016 mind. converting data is time consuming.

Shortly before Lionesses of Wrestling XXIII: Burn... From the open spot in the middle of the youth centre that I was limbering up, I could see Abbi listlessly suiting up. I’d been taking periodic glances at her for about ten minutes now, ever since I caught a glimpse from the corner of my eye of her just sitting and staring into space. Her zoning out like that was never a good sign, and as best I could tell she’d been putting on her boots the entire time I was watching. Well. I had to do something about that. I walked across the room and straight over to her, taking a seat next to her on the bench. She hardly even reacted, lacing her boot for what had to be the third or fourth time. Her movements were slow and clumsy, entangling the laces more than she was actually tying them. After about ten seconds, she’d created a snarled lump of shoelace. She sat staring at it for a little longer, and then just as painstakingly, started unwinding the clump. “Hey, you okay?” Abbi startled like a frightened mouse. She glanced at me, and then quickly away. “Yeah,” she mumbled. “You sure?” She swallowed hard, and then slowly shook her head. I scooted up slightly closer and lowered my voice. “Anything you want to talk about?” She half shook her head, hesitated, seemed to shrink in on herself even more. “Everything’s just a lot. And I can’t see where it stops. Just waiting for a letter for a referral and—it’s been ages already. It’s starting to feel like it’s never going to come.” Reaching out, I squeezed her shoulder gently. “I’m sorry. I wish I could do something. I’d tear down the docs’ doors if I could.” “Heh,” it wasn’t really a laugh, but it was something. “You’d have to race me.” “Hormone raid. I’m all over it. Bet I could get everyone here involved.” Another not-quite-laugh from Abbi. I kept going. “I can’t make this all go any faster, but I’m here for you, and so are Viv, Sally and Raj. Same as always. I will always have your back. Always.” Abbi sniffled, knuckling her eyes. “Thanks, Ellen.” “Any time. You need to sit this one out? We can rearrange things.” She shook her head. “I can do it.” “Brill. You’re doing great, and you’re going to get there.” Abbi nodded. The high-pitched keening of microphone feedback split across the room and I glanced around as a cheer sounded from the opposite side of the area. A group had collected around some kind of machine, and as we looked on, a grinning Ophelia tapped the microphone, straightening up. “Testing, testing, one two…” her amplified voice was easily audible, and she fist pumped. “Allllllright! We got it!” Ophelia cleared her throat. “It’s a while yet until kick off, but this show’s already getting started. Coming to you live from the Youth Centre, we’ve got some karaoke, ladies!” Another cheer. Smiling, I looked back to Abbi. “Hey, should I butcher some rock?” Her laugh was much stronger, much more real. Warmth settled in my chest, and she nodded. Music started to play. Ophelia raised the microphone. ♫This ain’t a song for the broken-hearted!♫ She was very, surprisingly good.

vince?