Mr. Q's Residence, The Piggybank.

[MR. Q]

The Piggybank is a condominium rented by Mr. Q at an affordable prices (Hallelujah -Ivan screamed to the heavens) for his wrestlers cause some of them are dirt poor.

It doesn't help that the midget scams them everyday, most of them that is.

This forum will be filled with various stories of the daily lives of the residents.

[MR. Q]

Ivan's Savings

As a wrestler, Ivan's main goal is pretty simple.

Get enough money to keep himself and his little siblings back home afloat till they all finish highschool. He's gonna pass up getting an education himself, that's what online classes are for despite being expensive. It also helps that Ms. Nike is helping him. Who knew the clumsy nurse could be smart?

As such, all of his earnings in his matches are saved up in his room. He doesn't believe in banks and their schemes, he already had Mr. Q breathing down his neck after every paycheck. In his room, he kept his money in a hidden location.

It was under the wooden floors under his bed that he modified to function as a secret hatch. Inside, are various attaché cases that can hold $50,000 worth of cash. Not like he had a one full, he only filled one case one quarter full yet after his previous matches.

This cases are currently his important belongings and he will die for them.

So imagine his horror at the sight before him. He just went to kitchen cause his hungry after some exercise where the resident maid, Amon, bless her soul, gave him a sandwich as lunch is yet to be done. When he came back, he can hear a voice in his room.

Satan's voice.

"Ooooooooh! We hit the jackpot, Hermes! With this, we can finally buy that motorcycle I want! Yes, yes, I'll let borrow it for your stunts." He heard inside his room.

Opening the door, his eyes turned red at the sight of two pairs of feet currently jutting out of his bed. He then heard the sound of paper being sifted through. They even have the audacity to count his own stash!

With a smile promising pain and retribution, Ivan pulled Satan out underneath his bed. The blonde hoodlum blinked as she found herself in open light, a stack of bills currently in her hands. She then gave Ivan a nervous chuckle as she saw him glaring above her.

"Ahahaha, heeeeeey. You won't mind lending some cash for the gang right, Ivan? It's for the good cause!" She reasons, giving him a smile.

"Not part of your gang, Satan, and you don't have a gang." Ivan wasn't amused though. She can be cute all she want, his immune to it. He had siblings and this trick is as old as time.

"But I will, just have to make it." The blonde girl reasoned.

Ivan shakes his head before stopping Hermes who tried to sneak her way out. As if she can, they're both in his shit list for now. His oversized palm caught her head, squeezing them. The blonde magician yelped without a sound as she immediately tried to pry off the offending limb without success.

"You want money? You both have to work for it." Ivan growled before throwing Hermes to his bed, much to the pouting girl's displeasure. Satan began sweating hard as Ivan locked the door behind him.

They're both trapped.

Later.....

Beelzebub, the punk rock idol and friend to Satan, curiously looked at her friend sprawled on the living room sofa, dead tired.

"The hell happened to you?" She asked.

It was Argos, the tallest resident and strongest among them answered to her.

"Our naughty girl and her sidekick here got caught stealing Ivan's stash, he made him work for it by giving him a massage." Argos said with an amused smile, reading her magazine.

"Doesn't really answer my question? How does a massage does that? She looked like she went through a brawl and came out dead!" Beelzebub pointed at the unresponsive Gangster.

Argos gave her a knowing look instead, "Ivan's a Filipino, their muscles are made to work under the sun and toil for an entire day. Massaging that is like mixing cement with your barehands."

Beelzebub mouth formed an O after that. Well no wonder her friend is dead tired.

"Wait a minute! Where's Hermes? You said they got caught together?" Beelzebub suddenly noticed th absence of a certain magician.

"Giving Ivan a massage and I'm not talking about the normal one. Last time I peeked in there, he was punishing her little cunt with something long and hard before filling her up with cream." Argos said with a knowing grin.

Beelzebub deadpanned at the older woman. She can't believe she walked into that one.

Just a typical day then.

"Do you think they won't mind if I join in?"

"Please, no. Ivan can't afford the medical bill for a crushed pelvis."

[MR. Q]

Romance Troubles

If there's one thing that is pretty common sight in the morning in the Piggybank house, it would be the sight of Gaia walking towards the dining room like a zombie with disheveled hair and dour look. Something that Argos loved with how different it was to the normal Gaia. Satan calls it the walking corpse bride but only when the woman is far away.

After hearing it last time, the rest of the residents had to fish out Satan after being thrown inside a well.

Where did Gaia found a well? They didn't know.

With a groan, Gaia slumped on the table, faceplanting on it as she took a seat. Across her, Arianrod raises an eyebrow at her. Somethings different today it seems. Gaia normally slumps down on the table and eat her breakfast before refreshing herself back in her room.

But today, it's like the older woman is depressed. Super depressed.

Arianrod took one look at Argos who is eating her own breakfast. Currently, only the three of them are on the table if she doesn't count Amon who is cooking for them.

"What? I didn't do this." Argos looks offended after seeing Arianrod's stare.

"Just testing." The woman replied without context, much to the Greek woman's annoyance. Just because she's a flirt doesn't mean she's mean.

"You good, girl?" Arianrod instead poked on the problem head-on, asking the older woman directly.

Better rip of the bandage than do it slowly.

Gaia's worn out visage stares at her as the woman responded by turning her head towards her. Arianrod can't help but lean backwards due to how intense the look she is giving to her. What's wrong with this woman?

Suddenly, Gaia spoke.

"Your married right?" She asked with a hoarse voice.

"Yeah?" Arianrod replied unsurely, not really getting what she is trying to say.

Unbeknownst to her, Argos was signing her to keep her mouth shut frantically. It didn't work.

In a quick burst of movement, the older woman suddenly threw herself to Arianrod. Too surprised, Arianrod was helpless as she found herself being throttled by a crying Gaia.

"Waaaaa! Please! Teach me how to find a husband! I don't wanna grow old like Argos!"

"Hey!" Argos cried out in indignity. She's not that old.

"I want to have a husband, kids and grandchildren! I wanna retire and just stay home and play!" Gaia continued to cry, shaking the poor girl in her arms.

Poor Arianrod, as much as she wants to help, she's far worse in the situation. She's a widow, married under 2 years only.

Meanwhile, Argos can only shake her head at her friend's behavior.

Apparently, Gaia went on a date last night where she got stood up, again. Of course, Argos knows about it cause she setup the date and she knew the guy. One of her ex that is. She also called the guy as to why and that's when she knows that the poor man got into an accident. Fell off a flight of stairs and broke a leg, ouch!

Argos really doesn't know how to break this news to Gaia. Poor Arianrod, looks like she is to be sacrifices to the Albino woman's mood.

Seriously, what's with this woman's luck?