This story just an idea, do not take it seriously

CHAPTER 1: The interview

MC POV

"Hey wake up, interview is now starting"

I was rudely awakened to consciousness by a constant shaking of my shoulder. Slowly blinking away the sleepiness, I surveyed my surroundings. I found myself in a small room with a podium in front, much like a classroom at college. I had been asleep on a chair neatly arranged in a 4x5 arrangement. As I surveyed the room, I noticed there were 20 people seated, with 10 women and 10 men. The ages ranged from teenagers to college-aged individuals. I saw a woman stand up and go to what appeared to be an office on the side of the room, presumably where the interviews would take place.

I mumbled a simple thank you to the guy seated left of me who woke me up from my nap. Now things got stranger as I assessed my situation. I don't know why I am here or any memories of who I am. I see that the girls are being called first, so I still had time to assess myself. I'm wearing a simple, boring blue polo shirt and some worn-out, but still fancy brown slacks. Perfect for an interview, if I asked myself. Fishing out my slacks pockets for some semblance of identity, luckily I found a wallet inside. Opening it, I finally knew who I am, Jayce Ramirez. It was shown by a school ID tucked inside of it. I found out I'm 18, presumably if the ID is updated. Looking at the portrait, I wonder if this is my face; light brown skin, sharp nose, neatly combed black hair. An ordinary face, to be honest. I also found a few cash totaling $150. I didn't find any familial evidence for me to trace my origins, but instead found a key with a number 4 on it. Putting the wallet back into my pocket, I still wonder, what am I doing here in an interview?

"Mr. Ramirez, Mr. Ramirez," a voice coming from the interviewee's office called out to me.

I quickly got up and then walked into the office. There, I was greeted by a simple yet small office environment. A small cactus in the corner, a large sofa to sit on, presumably for clients, and a small work desk. As I entered, I saw a woman typing on a laptop. Her dark hair was styled in a bun, she wore reading glasses, had a small, cute face, and lilac-colored eyes. She wore a business suit for women, with matching stockings; I could see them peeking out from beneath her desk. She was beautiful.

"Have a seat," she said as I was still standing in the middle of the room.

Looking around, I could only see the sofa as a suitable place to sit, so I made myself comfortable.

"I have read your file, Mr. Ramirez. Nineteen years old, dropped out of college. You were studying engineering. Described as lazy, often late, short attention span, and a troublemaker who frequently got into fights within the local school gangs. So, why should I take you on this ship?"

Damn, what did I do before I lost my memories? I was studying engineering and being a local troublemaker; it must have been quite the ride. But I really need to focus on this now. This is an interview, so I should probably pay attention. Unfortunately, I didn't ask the other guys what type of interview this is, as I was too preoccupied with my own memory loss. Guess I'll just have to wing it.

"I needed money"

A straightforward answer, bold but crude and a bit honest. Everyone needs money after all.

"I already knew about your mother's condition, Mr. Ramirez. I assure you I want to help you, but do you even have what it takes for this job?"

I'm so glad she said that. Now I know the reason why I'm here and she's sympathetic; I can count on her. That mother tidbit, though, was worrying. What condition did she have? What happened to her? Who is she? I'll think about it later, after I get this job. For momma.

"Ma'am, I assure you I need this job. I'm willing to do anything, learn the ropes, and improve my craft beyond its limits to help this company. I am not doing this just for myself; I have to help my mother. Please help me, Ma'am."

" Hmmmmm...very well then, I'll give you a chance. If you perform well in the ring, you'll get the slot. "

She finally said after a long pause following my short speech.

"Thank you for this chance, ma'am. I won't let you down." I gratefully thanked this kind woman for helping me and my unknown mother with a small bow of my head.

"You can go out now; go to Room No. 9 for the orientation," she told me, shooing me away for the next interview.

I immediately got out of the office and looked at the remaining applicants; there were six men left. I got out of the room and looked at the door number. It read 'Room No. 5.' I looked around and was greeted by a long hallway with white tiled floors and red wallpapered walls. I tried looking for Room No. 6 to use as a guide in this place. The first time I went the wrong direction and found No. 4 instead, so I had to backtrack my steps and see the man who woke me up. I decided to ask him if he knew where Room No. 9 was.

"Hello, can I ask if you know where Room No. 9 is?" I asked respectfully as I could.

"Oh, you have a drool face," he said to me.

"I didn't drool in my nap," I told him. "There's no evidence of drool."

"Nah, just kidding you man, also looking for number nine to answer you by the way. Wanna join me?" he said in a pretty happy-go-lucky voice I had ever heard in my life, as far as my memory served, which was faulty at the moment.

"Could use the company, let's go"

I agreed to him mostly because I needed help navigating this strange building. What kind of building has these long hallways anyway?

"My name's Jayce by the way," I added, introducing myself to him as we walked the hallways and found the room.

"Mike," a short reply came to me immediately. We just passed no. 6; we're on the right path.

We walked in silence through the red hallways until we came to Room Number Nine. Next to it was an elevator. I realized I had never seen a window anywhere in the building, not even in the offices or hallways. It was a very strange design, and my engineering mind couldn't help but wonder what the purpose of such a design could be.

Upon opening the door, we saw the contents of the room at first glance. Ten seats, currently occupied by eight people. Five women and three men. A massive flat-screen TV on the front wall was likely used for meetings. Mike and I took the last available seats and didn't have to wait long before the orientation began.

She was the same lady who interviewed us all. Wow, it must be a tiring job for her to have to do all the interviews and conduct the orientation.

I saluted you ma'am for your dedication. I mentally saluted her.

"Now that all of you are here, we can now start this orientation. However, just because you are here does not mean you have been recruited yet; no, you are all still potential recruits, and I am going to tell you what you need to do to be truly recruited."

She dropped this bomb right on top of us, causing my fellow applicants to murmur in worry, anticipation, and excitement. I don't know about the last one, as Mike's giddy expression seemed to indicate he was excited.

Oh fuck! I didn't expect this. We still have to prove ourselves to be recruited! Now I'm panicking because I don't know what job position we are aiming for or what skills we need to display and use to impress the handler.

"Here in Scuffed Rumble, we believe in trial by fire. So right here, right now, in this facility, you all will have your first Scuffed Rumble match. You'll all be paired randomly in a match. Here, you don't have to worry about winning or losing; all we need is for you to perform very well. If your performance is good enough, then you'll be recruited. If not, you'll be let go and given a compensation of $10,000 for getting this far."

She added to the murmuring applicants, who suddenly grew quiet at the sound of promised money.

Damn, now I'm tempted to flunk this just to get the money, but then I remembered my mom. She might need more than $10,000 if the lady is willing to give her a shot. So, might as well grit my teeth and bear whatever she throws at me now.

If you are worried about all slots being taken, there is no need for concern. We will accept anyone who performs well during their matches. This means that even if all of you manage to do well, we may still have room for more. The TV screen lit up as she spoke, displaying a list of match rules that shocked me.

(TV DISPLAY)

MATCH RULES:

1. No Face Strikes

2. No Serious Injuries - Instant Disqualification To The Offending Party

3. All Types Of Wrestling Moves Are Allowed

4. No Referees

5. No Pins, Tapouts, KOs Or Ring-Outs

6. Hentai Moves Are Allowed

7. Stripping Is Allowed

8. No Time Limit

Reading the rules started off normal enough and then it got weird. And I reached the 6th rule. What the hell did I sign up for? An underground battle arena to fight in.

"As you all can see, these are the rules for your matches. Do not strike your opponent's face; it would be a shame for it to be damaged. Do not injure your opponent seriously; a few bruises and sore body parts are allowed, but no broken bones or bloody cuts. Might as well try not to spill your opponent's blood after all. All kinds of moves are allowed in the ring. All wrestling moves are allowed as long as they're unlikely to leave a serious injury. There are no referees and no time limits; your proctor, who will watch and judge your match, will decide when the match ends. And last but not least, my favorite rule: all hentai moves are allowed. It means you are allowed to make your opponent cum, which the Scuffed Rumble is all about. You can play with their bodies, even strip them down and rape them. This is what the Scuffed Rumble is based on, boys and girls. Now you get to experience it."

"What the hell did I sign up for?!" I screamed at my head as I held it down and looked at my feet.

I had stumbled into a depraved wrestling association, and now I was being tested as a recruit in a wrestling match. My mind then went to one of her comments that now rang loudly in my head.

I was reminded of this comment when I looked at the rules again. There is no referee, no time limit, only a proctor who would watch us and judge our performance. The emphasis is on the performance.

We were expected to rape each other on the mat, to perform like porn actors/actresses, and those who impressed the proctor got recruited. I covered my mouth in horror.

What the fuck is this kind of recruitment strategy? We are straight up doing a porno here, except with a bit of wrestling violence thrown in.

"Oh, we have already decided the match-ups here. All matchups are male vs female, as normal, so no gay matchups if you're disappointed boys and girls. Come up here and get a room number from me. You're all gonna head to the elevator, then come down to level 2 and head to the locker rooms, change into your wrestling attire after all, and then go straight to your designated room where your proctor and opponent will be waiting."

Now I'm truly horrified. I'm gonna be honest, I'm a virgin. I think so? I don't know, I have amnesia so fuck. I don't know how to handle a woman much less fuck one. Universe, why do you do this to me? I then slowly walked up to the lady to take a room number. I was the last one to take a number and I got 5. As I took my number, I took a glance at the lady and her expression terrified me. She had licked her lips with a canary-looking smile and said to me;

"I will enjoy watching your match, Mr. Ramirez," she said while licking her lips and giving me a naughty expression that I could only describe as being thirsty for more.

I immediately walked out of the room and followed my fellow recruits to the elevator. If someone calls me a coward for running away, sue them. This was a strategic retreat, guys. The elevator can only hold five people, so the girls got to use it first while the boys stayed and waited. I still thought I should have left by then, but I figured I might as well stick around.

I already knew about your mother's condition, Mr. Ramirez. I assure you I want to help you, but do you even have what it takes for this job?

I am reminded why I am here. I curse my bleeding heart. Even though I don't know who my mother is, I gotta do this. This is my mother's life on the line (probably). I can't waste this. I heard a ding of an elevator, it finally came back. We entered it and saw the panel's labels, Level 1-10. That's a lot of levels. Mike pressed level 2 and the elevator closed on us. As it closed, I steeled myself and said;

" Ma your boys gonna become a man now"

This is a Scuffed Rumble story

Scuffed Rumble is a 3D wrestling hentai game developed by Enlit3D I made this as an idea seeing it has no story So here we go, first time writing still need to polish this.