[VS] Openweight Open Challenge! [Kiwi]

[York]

THE CHAMP WANTS YOU!

If you’re reading this and you think you’re a tough guy, hardbody, meathead, or badass of any kind, than this is a message for you, brother!

The Openweight Champion of the World, Adrian Idol, is calling you out for being a punk weakling who will crumble like a dried leaf under the might of Pure Professional Wrestling, the greatest fighting style that exists beneath sun, sea, or sky!

If you’ve got anything to say about these words, and you can summon the guts, meet THE CHAMPION HIMSELF at the Higgins Boxing Gym for a one on one, no hold’s barred, no referee, no wimp cowards fight for the belt!

PROVE HIM WRONG, PROVE YOURSELF RIGHT, HOT STUFF!

BEWARE OF FALSE IDOLS! THERE IS ONLY ONE, AND HE IS THE BEST WRESTLER IN THE WORLD! DO YOU DARE CHALLENGE HIM!? THEN WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? ARE YOU CHICKEN?

THIS AIN'T A CHICKEN FARM, JACK! THIS IS THE REAL WORLD!

Time is ticking, the champion will only be in town for an undisclosed period of time. Don’t let this opportunity slip through your fingers like a LOSER WOULD! Immortality is within your grasp. You just have to come to the Higgins Boxing Gym and take it!

“Today, posters. Tomorrow, a marquee!” Adrian Idol thought, sitting on the stool in the ring, and downing his water bottle. It cost a pretty penny to produce all of the posters Idol needed, but it was paying off n ways more important that money. In the past week, he had gotten more Openweight Championship challenges than in the entire month before! Granted, it had mostly been against untrained jerks who wanted to prove that they still had something they had lost ages ago, Idol was happy to take on the practice.

“I wouldn’t mind something I could really sink my teeth into, though” he thought, as he unwound the dirty athletic tape around his hands and picked up a new roll. “Knocking out a ham sandwich is fun and all, but I want something a little more substantial. I want a steak!"

With his polished and shiny World Openweight Championship Belt around his waist, Idol leant against the door frame of the Boxing gym, longingly looking out at the passersby. “Are there any steaks in this town?”

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 1

It was a dark and stormy night when a certain creature read the poster on the wall. She perched on top of a wooden barrel to elevate herself in order to read the inscribed text in the dim lighting. While the rest of her body was a mere silhouette, her large, golden eyes glowed within the shroud of darkness, deciphering the words with her night vision.

According to this poster, the champ wanted her. Champion of what, she wondered.
The poster claimed that this message was for her if she was…

A tough guy? No, she was female.

A hardbody? No, her body was very soft.

A meathead? Well, she was certain her head contained some amount of meat.

A badass of any kind? She was uncertain.

Apparently, there was someone who went by the name of Adrian Idol, an Open Weight Champion of the World, claiming that Pure Professional Wrestling was the greatest fighting style ever. She had heard of wrestling, but she didn’t know what ‘Pure Professional Wrestling’ was. Having been exposed to her master’s martial art style, she had severe doubt about this being the greatest fighting style.

Higgins Boxing Gym? Why would a wrestler be at a boxing gym? Boxers wasn’t a grappling art. But there were no restrictions, no referee, and no cowards.

The little grey cat with a white underbelly and white paws wiggled her tail as she smirked. “I wonder how he’d react to a cat challenging him to a fight.” The thought amused her. She could just imagine the confusion of being confronted by a talking feline.

The next day, the front entrance to the Higgins Boxing Gym swung open with no one behind the twin doors – unless one would look down as a four-legged creature trodden inside.

The little grey and white cat stood up on her hind legs before pointing onwards. She mewled loudly, releasing an adorably high-pitched sound to announce her presence. “Adrian Idol! I challenge you!”

[York]

Idol sat on the floor of the gym, holding up the ring apron and assuring that he had enough supplies underneath for the day’s incoming challengers. Water, first aid, some snacks, a couple of steel folding chairs in case some spectators came around. Everything appeared to be in order. With supplies like these, he could take on one hundred challengers! One thousand!

With all of the busy work out of the way, Idol scrambled into the ring and sat on his stool again, cracking open a fresh copy of his favorite newsletter.

The Eye of the Wrestling Beholder! All of the news and information of the professional wrestling world, in one place for a low low price! Idol flipped through the pages of the thick newsletter, desperately looking for news about his home, the West Blue Championship Wrestling Battle Ship, when suddenly, the gym doors flew open.

Idol sighed, annoyed. Dropping his newsletter on the ring mat, he stood up mightily and approached the other side of the ring to face his new challenger. Idol stared confidently at the door, only for his confidence to fade and be replaced with confusion at the sight of a cat barging in. How did it open the doors? Those weren’t revolving doors.

“Is this some kind of joke?” he thought, watching as the cat stood on its hind legs and pointed at him. Idol smirked, and jokingly pointed at himself too.

But all of the smiles left when the cat started to talk. This was just silly now. Someone was definitely trying to trick him. But Idol was not about to let someone get the jump on him. There was probably, almost definitely a hoodlum waiting by the door with a weapon, looking to ambush him when he approached the cat. You don’t become a legendary pro wrestler by falling for easy tricks like this. His smirk returned and he nodded to the cat.

“If you say, kitty” Idol said, sitting down on the middle rope and holding the top rope high to offer the cat an easy entrance into the ring. “Come on in, and we’ll get started.”

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 2

Without a change in her outward expression, Miu was stunned on the inside.

EH!? He’d fight a cat!? Who is this monster!?

She was a mere little cat who could not have weighed more than four kilograms. Her small size and mass did not even lead to this man hesitating. What kind of cruel, heartless monster would be willing to harm a little feline?

Silently striding towards the ring on all four paws, her footsteps were completely inaudible due to the soft, plushy paw pads cushioning each step. Upon a few meters away from the ring, she nimbly leaped through the ropes to which the man facilitated by holding up the top rope. Landing softly and quietly, the feline’s first instinct was to sniff out her unfamiliar surroundings.

The surface of the ring was pale white, but it appeared to be a covering over what felt like strong planks of wood beneath that has been elevated off the ground. The ring was almost a perfect square but not quite; it was about eleven cats wide and eight cats long. At each of the four corners was a red pillar which supported three taut red ropes that surrounded the ring: top rope, middle rope, and bottom rope. They were shown to be elastic and evenly spaced apart.

Approaching a corner before turning to face the toned man of average height and frame as far as humans goes, the feline crouched low to the floor on all four paws as if ready to pounce on the man at the opposite side of the ring. Her prey had green eyes and platinum blond hair. He looked like a very passionate and prideful young man, but he didn’t give her the vibe of someone who was the strongest in anything. She had encountered all sorts of whacky monsters in the world that send a sense of caution into her heart. But this man didn’t make her feel that way; she didn’t feel such fear or the need to be extra cautious.

Her head was lowered until her chin was just an inch above the ground. Her large, unblinking eyes locked onto their prey. Her concaving spine and scrunched up legs all served to compress the potential energy throughout her small frame. Her tail wrapped around and rested on the floor. “I’m ready,” the talking cat signaled to her desire to begin.

Had it not been clear before to the blonde man, it should be now. This grey-and-white cat wasn’t an ordinary cat for it truly could speak the human tongue. Furthermore, the strength within such a creature was far beyond what her size would suggest.

DASH!

The feline sprung forth like a rocket. From one corner to the opposite corner, the cat closed the distance with ease with a single leap. The force of her legs propelling her mass was far greater than what any ordinary cat could hope to achieve; her speed was over twice that of an ordinary cat, rocketing through the air. In order words, the speed that this little cat achieved was on par with a cheetah at top speed or two-to-three times faster than a boxer’s jab.

Retractable claws revealed on all four paws. Upon striking distance, the feline aimed low, swiping to slash at the man’s right thigh.

[York]

Idol stifled a laugh as the cat actually approached the run and hopped through the ropes. It was kind of cute. It must have been very well trained to follow an order like that.

As the cat appreciated the battlefield, Idol rolled his stool and newsletter out of the ring and onto the floor. He didn’t want the cat to scratch it all up or get sick on them, it was the only newsletter he’d get for the next week.

Leaning against his corner, opposite the cat, Idol glanced over to the gym’s double doors, expecting someone to run in. “How long is this charade gonna play out?” he asked himself, turning to look at the cat.

Yup. Just a normal looking cat. The type kept on ships to hunt down vermin and eat fish bones. Idol hadn’t too many fond memories with cats, all they wanted to do was lounge around and be lazy, maybe stop by for a belly rub or two. If this cat were like any cats Idol had ever crossed paths with, it would probably just lay down, and roll on the floor. Lick itself into submission, perhaps.

The cat spoke again. This act was already getting old. “Oh are you? Well go on, then” he said, lazily leaning against the corner.

Idol didn’t even have time to change his facial expression when the cat leapt across the ring like a cannon out of the corner. This was a tried and true wrestling tactic, catching your opponent off guard with a corner attack to get the advantage. But a creature of that size? At that speed? It was unheard of in the thousands of pages of Newsletters Idol consumed.

In the moment he had before the attack would strike his leg, Idol summoned all of his energy and quickly pulled himself up to the top of the ring corner, spread his legs out in a split on the top ropes. The wrestler was now sweating heavily, and breathing hard.

Maybe this wasn’t just some ordinary cat.

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 3

“!” Miu was surprised by her prey’s clever means of avoiding her attack. To think that this man would utilize the ropes to maneuver oneself, this shirtless man must be very familiar and comfortable with this type of environment. The feline had never played in a ring before, but her heart was racing with excitement. She felt like a little kid playing in a sandbox.

“Humph!” the momentum had carried her claws to piece into the corner structure, but without touching the ground, the kitten raked her paw downwards to propel her four-kilogram body upwards. Her other paw swung upwards, ready to rake her claws along the centerline of the man, starting with the groin and then the abdomen. This was essentially a feline’s equivalent to an uppercut. Although she may lack mass behind her strike, she possessed claws to at least be capable of drawing some blood. Plus, a strike to the groin was a cheap shot that didn’t require much power to begin with.

[York]

Immediately after putting himself in the splits position, Idol realized just how bad of an idea it was. The cat was directly beneath him now, his legs were wide open for an attack on an area he’d rather not be attacked in. This cat was something else, and Idol was not prepared to see what effect its claws would have on him.

Idol tried to readjust himself, but found one of his boots stuck to the top rope. He jostled to free reposition himself in time to avoid the attack, but in his hasty panic, he lost his balance. Fortunately, the cat’s uppercut wouldn’t hit him. Unfortunately, he would slip off the top rope, and fall from the elevated position all the way to the gym’s hard floor, back first. As a wrestler, he was trained in techniques to minimize fall damage, but an 8 foot fall was an 8 foot fall, and he hit the ground with a sickening S P L A T.

Idol groaned in pain, thanking the heavens that no one was around to see this.

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 4

The rising paw lashed through thin air before the feline flipped back and landed softly on all four paws. Her eyes widened innocently at the sight of a man having clumsily fallen off the ring and landing onto the gym floor from an eight-foot drop. It was at this moment that the cat had to question whether this man was truly all that strong. The audacious claims from the poster advertised all over the town were now starting to seem like gross exaggerations.

Tilting her head in confusion, the grey-and-white cat spoke up, “D-Did I win?” She wondered if falling out of the ring was a sign of defeat, imagining that to be a common rule among combat sports. However, it was also stated in the poster that there were no rules. “Hey! What are the conditions of winning?” She asked him.

In a single leap, she landed on top of the cylinder-shaped pillar, the same one that the man fell from. Perched on top, she casted her gazed down from a higher up position and onto the man lying on his back. From their positions alone, the little creature ironically appeared to be the triumphant one, having now claimed her opponent’s corner.

[York]

“No you did not win” Idol snapped, as he rolled to his side and onto his hands and knees. “Maybe in lesser combat practices, a ringout would mean something, ughh, but not in professional wrestling.”

Groaning, Idol got back to one knee and grabbed the bottom ring rope. “Knockout, or verbal submission. Those are the only ways you can guarantee your dominance and walk home with that!” Triumphantly, he pointed to the Openweight Championship belt, proudly hanging the gym’s broken display case.

With a deep breath, he stared up at the cat perched on the top rope. This cat. This damn cat. Whose cat was it anyways? Who let it in? Where did it come from? Why does it talk? Why? Just why? Idol turned back to the gym doors and pointed at them with two fingers.

“To whomever it is who owns this cat, and sent it in here, I got something to tell you” Idol said, in a loud voice, “You are a coward for playing the ventriloquist and hiding behind this cat! And the poster said no cowards allowed! ”

Standing up, he patted his shoulder and rolled his neck. Idol looked towards the gym doors and pointing at them sternly. “If you’ve got any guts, then show yourself! Face me like a real challenger would!”

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 5

Standing on her hind legs, the cat held her chin with a paw with a pensive expression, “Hmm…, an owner, huh?” Listening to this man shouting at an imaginary person made her wonder who exactly owned her. Was it the one she called ‘master’ who had followed around? Was it her master’s adorable little sister who fed her fish through her amazing cooking skills? Nonetheless, neither of them was behind the entrance door; they weren’t even nearby for that matter. And her voice was certainly her own.

Little by little, Miu was starting to understand how this activity of theirs works. As the man said, the winning condition was either for him to admit defeat or for him to be knocked out. Furthermore, there appeared to be no requirement to even be standing in this ring to begin with. In other words, there fight can take place even outside of the ropes.

Creeping close towards the edge of the corner pillar, the cat deliberately leaned forward until her paws slipped off. But before her fall towards the ground could truly begin, her hind legs naturally slid against the vertical surface of the pillar before suddenly propelling her body onward with a spring-like force, shooting herself towards the man like a projectile.

As the man’s attention was occupied by the entrance door, the feline kicked out her right hind leg to stretch out as she aimed to land all her momentum onto the man’s head.

“Anti-Human Dropkick!” 

A surprise attack by the feline who aimed to punish this man for casting his eyes away from her. Despite her small mass, the force of her dropkick was well over fifty kilograms of force – all thanks to her incredible speed. The combination of raw strength and flexibility resulted in a spring-like force, the same type of quality in muscles that many martial artists desired.

This was the power of the talking dropkicking cat!

[York]

“Oh, I’m hot now” Idol thought as he stared through the door, waiting for the cat’s master to show up. Whoever got through those doors was in line for a grade-A butt whooping courtesy of the champ himself.

“Wait, I can’t let him see me standing outside like this. I gotta get in the ring!” he thought, “I’ll look stupid if the cat has a higher ground than I do. I’m the star here, after all!”

Idol turned around to reenter the ring when the cat shaped bullet shot off the ring post and charged towards his head. This cat was really trying to kill him.

With no time to dodge leftwards, or rightwards, there left only one option for the blonde wrestler. As the cat careened towards him, Idol bent backwards and stuck his hands behind him to plant himself in into a perfect bridge to dodge what would've likely been a knockout blow, or worse. He avoided the attack, but was unable to hold up his bridge and collapsed on the cold gym floor, clutching his aching ribs.

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 6

Miu flew right over her prey who bent backwards to avoid the dropkick. With a new line of sight, the feline rocketed towards a punching bag that hung from the ceiling. Her extended paw landed onto the dense, heavy mass that swung a bit from her impact, and for a brief moment, her paws were all pressed up against the bag. But, as the heavy bag swung back in the opposite direction like a pendulum, the feline sprung in the opposite direction with the same speed as before.

Witnessing the man now collapsing onto the floor, the feline began spinning forward in the air like a wheel, gathering rotational momentum. The spinning ball of fur that rocketed towards the shirtless man suddenly unleashed all that built-up spinning energy into a downwards kick to the man’s face.

“Anti-Human Axe Kick!” 

The feline swung down her extended leg, executing a midair axe kick. The force of which would be comparable to her previous dropkick assault, but this time, her target was on the floor.

This was the power of the talking axe-kicking cat.

[York]

Idol no longer cared that this cat was talking. It was obviously no normal creature. It was some sort of mythical beast that gained the ability to talk and fight. Worse off, it was coming after his championship, to take it back to whatever hell it came from!

“If you think you’re gonna humiliate me like this, you’re wrong you little monster!” He craned his neck and watched as the cat spun itself like a saw blade, no doubt to power up its next anti-human attack.

“No more holding back. No more dodging. No more any of that, you hear me!” Idol said, his patience with this cat having run dry. “I’ll show you what I am capable of!”

The cat was now above him, aiming a kick downwards. Laying on his back, Idol threw both of his hand over his face and braced himself to catch the little foot before it made contact with his head. He was still significantly bigger than this brat, and it was about time he used that size difference to his advantage.

[BlacKitten]

Miu - 7

Slam!

Miu’s axe kick struck down against the man’s guard which shielded him from taking a hit to the face. And from that defensive posture, Idol had caught the little foot that was nearly whacked him in the head. Moreover, the man seemed to have lost his patience with the feline.

“Heh-Heh!” The grey-and-white cat smirked. She was thrilled that her opponent was finally serious about fighting a little cat. What could be more demeaning than that? Even if this man were to win, it would be a victory that couldn’t be bragged about without sounding ridiculous.

“Anti-Human Purification!” 

Miu unleashed her next improvised technique as the little leg that the man grabbed was suddenly engulfed in mystical blue flames. It was only for a few seconds, but there was no denying that her leg was coated in flames before it died out.

To be grabbing her leg would be akin to pressing one’s hand onto a hot stove.

Although he may have intended it as an insult, Idol was correct to have referred to her as a little monster. After all, right now, Koneko Miu was literally a monster cat – a Bakeneko. Within just a few seconds, she revealed a sliver of her elemental power, intending to burn the man’s hand as punishment for grabbing her.

She didn't tolerate animal abuse, expecially towards cats.

[York]

The force of the kick almost knocked his hands into his face, but it wouldn’t have made any difference, now that he had this damn cat in his hands, he wasn’t about to let go for any reason. “Finally. I gotcha!” Idol said, grinning like a madman at having caught the cat’s foot. No more running, jumping or flying around for this little beast. Now all that was left to do was to-

“Huh? Anti-human what now?” Idol asked before, suddenly, bizarrely, the cat’s leg began to produce a blue flame that engulfed the tape around Idol’s hands. The wrestler didn’t know how to react for a moment, too much was happening at once and his brain was struggling to keep up.

The burning pain in his hands kicked in, and he shouted as he threw the cat away from the ring and swung his hands around to put out the flames. Without a moment’s hesitation, he rolled under the ring apron to create separation from this little demon cat, like a crafty ring general certainly would have.

Laying in the darkness beneath the ring, Idol’s breathing got heavy again. Why did he have to put up those stupid posters? Whose stupid idea was this anyway? Why couldn’t some ham sandwich have walked into the gym for an easy wrestling match? Why’d he have to ask for a steak!? Of all the days to get a steak!

“I don’t even like steak!”