The Adventures of Dorg and Tone

I have a really long story (so far its about 35 chapters) - I am going to put chapter 1 in this post below - but my question to you is what would be the best method of sharing the additional chapters? I dont want to keep sending notifications out on here.

Also - I have included some of you in the story (Ugen, Ulysses, Kevin Curly, Gaming Machine 8, etc). Most of you have died. If you want to be included as a character in the story please comment below.


The night was electric with the fervor of fans, the echoes of their cheers reverberating through the grand arena. The spotlight shone brightly on the center ring, illuminating the triumphant figure of Dorg, the newly crowned Universal Wrestling Champion. Sweat glistened on his muscled frame, the championship belt gleaming as he held it aloft, basking in the adoration of the crowd. His journey to the top had been arduous, filled with blood, sweat, and tears, but tonight, he was the undisputed king of the ring.

As the celebration continued, a shadowy figure watched from the periphery of the arena. Tone, a grizzled detective with a penchant for conspiracy theories and a taste for terrible vinyl records, observed the champion with a critical eye. Tone’s wiry frame and slightly disheveled appearance contrasted sharply with the polished spectacle before him. In his off hours, Tone transformed into the eccentric host of a wildly unhinged conspiracy podcast, where he delved into the bizarre and the improbable, his voice echoing in the dark corners of the internet.

The championship match concluded, and Dorg retreated to the locker room, where the air was thick with the scent of sweat and victory. As he toweled off, he noticed Tone approaching, a determined look in his eyes. The detective's presence was incongruous amidst the revelry, his demeanor grave.

“Dorg,” Tone began, his voice gravelly from years of late-night stakeouts and heated podcast rants, “I need to talk to you.”

Dorg raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “What’s this about, detective? If it’s about autographs, you’re a bit late.”

Tone smirked, shaking his head. “No, champ, it’s not about autographs. It’s about something much bigger. We’ve got a situation, and we need someone like you—someone who can blend in, but also pack a punch.”

Intrigued, Dorg leaned forward, listening intently as Tone outlined the proposal. There was an underground network, a dangerous syndicate that had been eluding law enforcement for years. Their operations were shrouded in secrecy, their members ruthless. The police needed someone with Dorg’s unique skills and public persona to infiltrate their ranks.

“You want me to go undercover?” Dorg asked, incredulous. “I’m a wrestler, not a cop.”

Tone nodded, his expression serious. “Exactly. And that’s why you’re perfect. No one would suspect a wrestling champion. They’ll see you as just another celebrity trying to dabble in the dark side.”

Dorg considered the proposition. The thrill of the ring was unparalleled, but this—this was something entirely different. A chance to use his skills for a greater good, to step into a role that demanded more than just physical prowess.

As the silence stretched, Tone’s phone buzzed, the harsh ringtone a stark reminder of the world outside the arena. “Think about it, Dorg. This could be your toughest match yet. But it’s also your chance to be a hero in a way you’ve never imagined.”

The champion stood, his decision made. “Alright, Tone. I’m in. Let’s take down this syndicate.”

Tone’s eyes gleamed with approval. “Welcome to the team, champ. And hey, if you ever need some terrible music recommendations, you know where to find me.”

Dorg chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll pass on that, detective. But thanks for the offer.”

Together, the unlikely duo exited the locker room, the roar of the crowd fading behind them. The night was far from over, and a new chapter awaited the wrestling champion—one filled with danger, intrigue, and the relentless pursuit of justice.