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."