Honestly, I had forgotten the settings made me intersex. I had a cock and balls that worked. I also had a working vagina hidden by my nutsack. It was not like I wanted to flash them. I looked back at Knox and Jax to see what they thought. Neither of them could look me in the face. "Sorry man. Our mom wants grandkids. As the oldest, it has to be me that gives her some at the very least. We're all on the down low about the "liking guys" thing. I couldn't go out with you even if you put a title on me." Knox said. I raised an eyebrow. "And my looks have nothing to do with it!?" I asked. "Let's not ask questions we all know the answer to." Jax interjected. He also thought I was too gross to get laid. "Don't say it like that, Jax." Knox scolded his brother. Jax just rolled his eyes. "I don't care. I'll give him my ass too if he gets me the tag title. He isn't going to be able to do it anyway, so it's all empty talk." he said flippantly. They were seriously underestimating me. To be fair to them, stats did not lie. They were stronger and had more endurance than me. If the 3 could fight me, they would win a match.
Being intersex or having a twinky 16 year old body aside, I was not someone they saw as worthy. They neither saw me as a romantic interest or a serious competitor in the ring. The triplets were always chosen for this angle. My match in front of the general manager was lost to Rhett. Rhett was the one they scouted. I was someone who got a pity slot on the team. Everyone here was aware. Probably everyone else on Boom knew it too. I simply forgot about it. There were only 2 things that I could do about it now: shut down and cry, or rise to the challenge. I was a Player. I could get better with time. They were NPCs. They could only go so far in the company. I had been using my exp. from the matches and vignettes to boost up my Charisma. It was important. Not only were promos received better from the audience, you also got to charge signatures and finishers faster. It was now at 2.5. They put their skill point into Strength. The triplets had a 5 in that stat. This meant that they were indeed twice as strong as me with my 2.5. I was pathetically weak. That needed to change quickly.
Only by winning matches and getting over with the crowd during vignettes and promos would let me do it. We all were going to need more training and experience. Much more training and experience than we were likely to get before our next match. That was the nature of pro wrestling. You were either at the right place and the right time, or you were not. I just got ready for the end of the day and went home. I was really on edge and nervous about my match. I did not know what would happen to me if everything crashed around me. I then sighed. I knew exactly what. I would go to an indie promotion, destroy the competition and then come back bigger and better than ever before. That was all there was to it. Wednesday came and Owen and I were getting ready for our big return. There had been some rumblings backstage about a new championship that was going to be unveiled in the middle of the card. That sounded interesting. We had to cut our promo first. We all went out together as a group. I was happy the female announcer remembered that Police Box was our group name.
