Wildly Riding The Cute Angel~ (Dabriel vs Cary)

MATCH TYPE: BEST 2 OUT OF 3. THE WRESTLERS MUST EITHER PIN THEIR FOE OR FORCE THEM TO SUBMIT IN ORDER TO SECURE A POINT.

DABRIEL OPHANIM:

VS.

CARY CULLEN:

Dabriel was dancing on his feet in his locker room. The angel was throwing out punches at an imaginary foe, picturing the hits he'd connect and the grapples he'd connect from there. His first outing in the ring had certainly been a one-sided affair, as the angel had been tossed around the ring like a ragdoll by the giant Shokan Korrath. He'd needed a long bout of recovery after that, but he hadn't let the lost dampen his spirit. It was his first match in the league! He was bound to improve! Right?

And so his second match had finally arrived. With the slightest bit more experience now under his belt (even if it was mainly taking abuse...) the angel felt confident that he had a good chance of coming out on top tonight. Even better, his opponent was apparently a lithe feline. Compared to the titan that was Korrath, this foe was surely more evenly matched against Dabriel! As long as he kept his wits about him, he should be able to win.

At last, the time finally came for him to make his entrance. Exiting from his locker room, he practically sprinted straight through the backstage area towards the entry ramp that led to the ring. As Dabriel stepped out, he was greeted by a thunderous amount of cheers and applause. His pure white wings tensed and glistened in the grace of the spot-lights above, and the angel gave a plucky grin as he pumped both fists into the air.

"GOOD EVENING EVERYBODY!!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs, before floating off the ground and darting down the ramp towards the arena. The angel slid under the bottom rope and rolled into a crouch, getting up and heading straight for the nearest turnbuckle. Dabriel clambered up and shot both arms into the air, this time pointing his index fingers skyward as he grinned. "Fancy seeing a show? Good, because this is the right...no...the BEST place to get one!" His bold declaration was met by more roars of approval as he remained on the turnbuckle, smiling at the audience around him before he climbed back down.

Dabriel began to strip his white toga away, followed by his sleeveless black top that he dropped outside of the ring. Clad in only his boots and his tight-fitting shorts, the angel hopped up and down as he eagerly awaited the arrival of his opponent. In the meantime, he did a few squats and arm stretches to get his body ready for the physical performance about to happen, his face one of intense concentration.

Not having any doubts that he would be winning his upcoming match Cary casually laid on his back in the very back corner of the locker room, not paying any attention to anything around him as he typed out a message onto his chosen social media site, on which he had managed to gather quite the impressive amount of followers for someone so self-sure and rude. 'Tune into AFW to watch me beat another loser into the ground. I mean seriously, everyone here is so pathetic, it's like, impossible for me to lose. ; )'  The feline tapped out quickly before sending out the message, blowing another pink bubble with his chewing gum before powering down his phone, slowly getting up and putting the device away safe in his locker.

Only moments later Cary was given the all clear that it was time for his entrance. With a bored roll of his eyes the feline began making his way towards the entry ramp, taking special care to spit his used gum in a random locker far from his own before he exited the room. Who gave a shit who the person who owned the locker was, the actual bin was so much further away, and it's not like any of the peasant junk in there would be worth anything anyway.

When Cary reached his destination and stepped out into the arena he received a much more mixed reaction when compared to the angel. Although quite a significant amount of the audience cheered, the feline also received quite the fair share of boos and hisses, some people clearly not being a fan of his attitude nor the way he conducted himself in the ring. In response to a specifically large section of negative fans the feline deviously smiled, sticking out his middle finger and pointing it towards the audience members in question before giving it a sensual lick, truly trying to get across that fact that he didn't give a shit about their worthless opinions.

After he finished insulting specific audience members Cary began to strut his was towards the ring, pausing once he reached it to strike a pose for the cameras before sliding inside, immediately hopping to his feet and looking over at his opponent with a less than impressed expression. Looking the angel up and down once more the feline sighed, placing a hand on his hips and sticking out his rear while his tail began to aggressively flick from side to side.

"What is it with you idiots and claiming that this is going to be a show? This is going to be an exhibition of how pathetic you are and how amazing I am, nothing more." Cary spat over at Dabriel before gracefully spinning around, sticking his plump rear out once more before slowly rubbing it with his tail. "This is what you're going to be kissing all match angel boy. Hope you get used to humiliation quickly."

Well, his opponent was definitely an arrogant one. He sauntered to the ring with the confidence of a peacock, and clearly wasn't afraid of having a few haters among the audience. Dabriel would have been pretty disheartened to hear boos and hisses aimed at him.

As Cary slid inside and gave a disdainful look at the angel, he listened and watched as the feline made a promise that this was going to be a one-sided match filled with humiliation and domination. The angel watched Cary turn and his lips twitched. "Heh..." Dabriel suddenly clapped his hand over, but his body began to shake and sounds of amusement slipped through his fingers before he suddenly burst into laughter.

"HAHAHA!! What is with that girly ring gear?!" Dabriel doubled over, tears of hilarity glistening in his eyes. The match hadn't even started yet, and his ribs were already beginning to ache...but not from physical contact. "Did you forget your own and have to raid the league's lost property? Oh man, poor you...bwahaha!" The angel couldn't contain his laughter, giving a look of pity towards Cary.

"If you had come and told me, I'd have lent you some of my stuff so you weren't wrestling in..." The angel trailed off, gesturing at Cary's gear and breaking out into another fit of laughter. "It's too much, haha!!" With one hand placed on his stomach to soothe it, he had to grab a rope on the turnbuckle with his other just to prevent himself from falling to his knees in hilarity.

With Dabriel bursting into laughter and uttering his first set of insulting words specifically directed at his attire Cary felt his temperature swiftly darting upwards, the feline's expression twisting in outrage as he immediately spun back around to face his opponent, aggressively balling his fists as he attempted to contain his fury.

"There is nothing the matter with my wrestling gear you giggling idiot!! You just don't understand proper fashion because you're fucking stupid!!" Cary mewled in disgruntled hatred while repeatedly stomping one of his feet against the canvas, the mere laughter of his angel opponent clearly being enough to completely ruin his previous calm temperament as his face began to light up with a bright crimson blush, truly getting across how viciously upset he had become in such a short space of time.

Unable to contain himself for any longer Cary abruptly threw himself at Dabriel with as much power as he could muster, the bell instantly ringing as the furious feline leapt forwards shoulder first, attempting to nail his opponent straight in the unprotected stomach with one of the most sturdy parts of his otherwise quite lithe form.

"Don't think I'm unaware of who you are Dabriel!! Unlike the majority of pathetic people here I do my research before going into a match!! I saw that moronic brute Korrath use you as nothing more than a fucking work-out tool!! And I promise you!! By the end of this you are going to regret laughing at me!!" Cary would spit down at his opponent if his previous attack managed to connect properly, wasting no time before nimbly hopping back up, jumping up in the air and trying to land knee first straight on the angel's face.

The angel was so caught up in his laughter that he barely registered the ringing bell, signalling the start of the match. He glanced up while still chuckling, but the giggles finally ceased as Dabriel realised too late that Cary was charging straight for him. The feline aimed his shoulder to crash directly into the angel's gut, which met its target as intended!

"Urk!!" A sharp pain like being stabbed with a dagger made itself known in Dabriel's stomach as he fell on his back to the floor. Caught off guard, he lay on the ground recovering while flinching as he felt the saliva from his furious opponent fly onto his face. Cary was fuming, and determined to make the angel pay for treating him like a joke.

He saw the incoming knee drop and swiftly rolled to the side, managing to avoid it as Cary instead dropped onto the canvas. Dabriel kept himself in a crouch while brushing away some of the residual spit from his face with his fist. A bold smirk now on his face, the angel instantly rose up and swung himself around the cat, spreading his arms and locking them securely around his foe's waist from behind.

"Heh. I don't follow fashion much, but even I understand a fashion disaster when it's standing right in front of me." The angel teased. His head moved forward to hover over Cary's shoulder, Dabriel still smirking. "If you want to dress like a girl, go right ahead. I just hope you don't fight like one." He squeezed tightly, pressing the cat's back against his front. If he didn't retaliate or escape in some way, Cary would find himself hoisted over the angel, who would arch backwards and drop his opponent behind him in a German Suplex!

"Hrrr!!" Cary growled as the knee missed it's mark, a dull pain in the impacted area making itself known but not being enough to distract the enraged feline from his current goal. That goal being to destroy Dabriel and humiliate him in-front of the entire audience for even daring to point and laugh at him in such a demeaning manner. No doubt about it, this angel was going to pay.

However as the furious Cary leapt back up to continue his barrage of attacks Dabriel wasn't within vision. Unluckily for him the cat boy only had a mere moment to be confused when he suddenly felt arms tightly locking themselves around his feminine waistline, forcing him to release a momentary mewl of distress as he had a pretty good idea of what was going to be happening next if he couldn't break free.

"Nyaaahh!! Just you wait!! I'm going to!! Hrrr!!" Cary yelled back furiously in response to the angel's teasing, sent into a complete tizzy as he struggled to the best of his ability, trying to gain his freedom by aggressively squirming, occasionally throwing what little weight he possessed from side to side to see if he could somehow throw his opponent off balance. As Dabriel squeezed tighter Cary knew he was running out of time. In an act of desperation the cat began frantically pulling at the angel's arms, unfortunately unable to do much in time as he felt himself being flipped backwards through the air, now on an unstoppable journey to meet the canvas.

"Nyaa!!" Cary mewled in displeasure as his head came crashing into the canvas with an almighty bang, a ripple of pain shooting through his small form as he was forcibly flipped by the force of the impact, disorientating him as he stumbled backwards, tripping part-way and landing against the ropes, hooking one arm around the middle set to try and stabilise himself.

As Cary spluttered to get his words out while trapped in Dabriel's tight lock, the angel couldn't help but chuckle at his foe. "Something wrong? Cat's not got your tongue, has it?" He said, that same teasing tone that was rapidly fueling the feline's anger.

He had to give props for the cat struggling so aggressively, but the angel refused to relinquish his hold on Cary. Even as the cat tried to pry his arms away, it only motivated Dabriel to reinforce the lock he had on Cary. And then the plucky angel heaved the feline off his feet with a grin, his own boots slipping slightly off the canvas.

"FELINE SUPLEX!!" Dabriel shouted as he dropped Cary squarely on his head. He could feel the tremor rip across the ring, and oh-so-melodious sound of his opponent crashing down upon the canvas as the angel slammed him backwards. As the cat slid from his hands, Dabriel remained in his position with a smirk before lifting his legs up and hopping back onto his feet, slapping his hands together.

"Did you enjoy that, folks?!" The angel put a hand to his ear as the audience boomed their approval, and he turned with folded arms whilst staring down at his opponent. "In case it wasn't obvious, I named that suplex in honour of you kitty. Thanks so much for volunteering to demonstrate it to the audience!" A cheeky grin wormed its way onto his mouth. "Not that you had a choice in the matter, heh." As Cary took a moment to collect his senses and ascend to his feet, Dabriel stood firmly and brought up his arms in the center of the ring. The message was loud and clear; an invitation to a lock-up challenge if the cat fancied his chances. He was feisty for sure, but strong? Dabriel doubted it, displaying a confident smirk. Otherwise Cary would have escaped the suplex, right?

"Nyarrrr.. Managed to land one hard-hitting move and you're acting as if you have already won the damn match.." Cary growled to himself angrily as he was forced to continue leaning on the ropes for the minute. A seemingly endless amount of rage rapidly building up inside of the feline as he was unable to do anything but look up at his opponent with fire-filled eyes, listening to Dabriel's idiotic taunting with the severe need to put him in his place.

After watching the angel's next few movements an ominous grin crept it's way onto Cary's face, silencing his previous look of fury as apparently a sinister idea of some sort had managed to collect itself in that devilish mind of his. What exactly the idea was would currently be unknown to everyone but the feisty cat himself, but chances are the only person it would be benefiting would be him, and that it would spell disaster for his unfortunate foe.

"Heehee.. You think you're stronger than me..? Alright.." Cary mused with a slight giggle as he climbed back up to his feet once again, strutting his way over to the angel to look him straight in the eyes. "Then let me prove you wrong.."

Without leaving much time for a response the crafty Cary shot up his hands to forcefully interlock them with Dabriel's, deceptively sharp claws moving from his furry hands as he did so, allowing for the exact opportunity he wanted. While making sure to keep an incredibly tight hold on his foes hands Cary would tense his own, viciously digging his claws in as deep as he was able without letting go, all the while pushing with all his might in an attempt to force the angel back. If his cheap strategy worked as planned the unfair feline would employ the use of more cheeky tactics, shooting up a single leg in an attempt to nail his opponent straight in perhaps his most sensitive of areas. Sure he might not have been exactly playing fair, but honestly at the end of the day as long as he came out of the match on top, who cared.

The angel bounced on his feet, eagerly awaiting his opponent to regain his senses so they could engage in a grapple. Dabriel's plucky smile melted away as he caught sight of the feline's sinister grin. The giggle that followed sent a strange chill down the angel's spine - it was the sort he'd expect a particularly naughty child to give, when they'd broken a toy they had been too rough with. And the peculiar way Cary sauntered over to him...it was as if the cat had decided in his head that he'd won the lock-up challenge before it even started.

"Er..." Cary's behaviour led the angel to drop his guard, and the cat quickly snatched hold of his hands with his own before Dabriel even realised it. The feline's grip was surprisingly secure and firm, but the claws he tore into Dabriel's skin was what caused the real agony for the angel. "Aaah!" He cried, wincing and trying to wrench himself free. Cary was cutting in so deeply that the angel swore he was going to draw blood.

Another thing that Dabriel hadn't expected was the strength hidden in the petite, svelte frame of his foe. He was nowhere near as muscular as Korrath, but the cat was actually overwhelming him! Dabriel tried to push back with clenched teeth, but eventually found himself being forced across the ring with gradual steps. "Nngh...!" The angel grunted, attempting to redouble his efforts, tensing his biceps and pressing his feet into the ground. He just had to make a stand...!

His thoughts of turning the tides of the lock-up turned to confusion as he caught sight of the cat swinging his leg back. "Wait, what are you-"

Cary shot his leg up directly at the spot between the angel's legs. The sound of a bell ringing once, not unlike that of the ring's own, exploded across his now blank mind. The angel's eyes bulged out of his sockets and were glazed over with pain and disbelief at what Cary had just done. "G...gh..." The angel's legs quivered and he doubled over. It was only because of the feline's claws still stabbing into his hands that he didn't immediately fall to his knees. Several winces flashed across his face as he sucked air in, trying to relieve the pain a little.

"Th...that's playing...dirty..." He managed to gasp out innocently, still trapped in the feline's grip.

"Nyheehee.. Is that what playing dirty is like..?" Cary purred innocently as if he had no idea he had just done anything wrong, looking at the canvas with fake confusion in his eyes for a moment before digging his claws in even further! Aggressively twisting them around while using his surprising amount of strength to make sure that Dabriel remained on his feet. This worthless opponent had dared to mess with the seductive felines temper, and now he was going to fucking pay for it.

"Is this also playing dirty!? I'm not sure I quite understand the definition of what playing dirty is!! Maybe you could clarify!!" Cary broke out into a hiss as he continued the sharp claw torture hand hold, yanking his opponent up a little further before abruptly releasing him from the stinging pain, only to go for one massive powerful punch to the stomach before nimbly hopping behind him, almost acting like a school bully as he kicked one of his legs against the back of his foes, knocking him down with a tremendous canvas shaking crash.

Slamming one of his feet straight next to his downed opponents head Cary would lean in closer to Dabriel's face, a smug smile boldly standing out as he stared down on him, contemplating a few things in his head for a moment. "Nyah nyah. You look far more attractive laying beneath me like that." The crafty feline mused, actually finding the angel to be pretty arousing at the current space of time and making a decision right then and there because of it.

"I'm thinking that when I'm done beating you into the ground for all my fans to gaze upon I'll have my way with you. A fitting victory prize. Undoubtedly." Cary mewled lustfully as he remained in the same position of admiration for a few moments longer before leaning back up, stepping over Dabriel's head with his other foot while turning away from him, clearly preparing for some kind of manoeuvre that was really up close and personal.

"Already managed to win one match with this one, why not use it to help me win another? Don't let that fool you though, you'll enjoy this one, I'm sure of it." Cary mumbled with an undertone of arousal as his tail slowly moved to wrap around the back of his opponents head, the feline himself not actually paying much attention to the angel or his movements due to him believing that he already had this particular point in the bag.