Thanks for LowDefinition for providing their permission via Discord for sharing. Tiamat and GrandAkumaShogun from AFW are also inspirations for this AU.
Profile
Real Name: Cosmo Imai aka the King of Stranglers or Pretty Blue Boy Scout
Age: 20
Eyes: Turquoise
Hair: Blonde
Height: 5’ 9” or ~171cm
Weight: 154 lbs or ~70 kilograms
Nationality: Japanese
Alignment: Lawful Good - Face
Sexuality: Straight
Entrance Music:
Alt Theme :
Personality
A fighter through and through, Imai has found his calling in the form of combat sports.
Outside the Ring:
Aside from training, Imai mostly likes socialization with his peers whether that'd be eating lunch/dinner or general hanging out. He can put away a surprisingly large amount of food too, thanks to the metabolism he has that doesn't seem to be slowing down much. The gravitation one might feel towards him comes from his happy-go-lucky disposition. This can even extend to people who fight him in the ring if their personalities are compatible. Affectionately, he may refer to certain friends like siblings such as using "Bro" in the case of his current employer of a security service company. He is a quick learner, being flexible and adaptable to situations in the ring and having a good reaction time even when out of it due to his past history of getting into petty squabbles he can barely recall the reasons for when he was far younger. Regarding romance, he has a...."perpetual weakness" towards "older, more mature women". A strong Triangle Choke doesn't hurt your chances either.
In The Ring:
Cosmo, as his spice of unique flavor, craves the ego-pumping result of a WIN rather than the sting of a loss after coming to a conclusion about his inner self during a notable brutal fight in the past. Imai Cosmo is a purist of grappling, so that is what he sticks to usually instead of drifting towards the fate of an all-around fighter. As an upside, this means he can use to the BJJ's selling point of allowing a smaller fighter to beat bigger ones no thanks to his above-average height. Having been trained for several years by Kureishi Mitsuyo whom intertwined their fates by offering to train him after Imai bit off more than he could chew in the aforementioned schoolyard brawls, he is very familiar with all manner of throws, takedowns, and submissions. Rear Naked Chokes, Buggy Chokes, Kimura Traps, Guillotine Chokes, Armbars. He can pull off all of them with all the vigor of somewhere between a Purple and Black Belt.
Wrestling Information
Strategy:
Grapple his enemy with all manner of moves from BJJ until they tap out or something snaps. Simple. Tested. Reliable. The limited acrobatic strikes he knows are mostly used for setups or as a last resort, given his preference for Jiu Jitsu moves.
Weaknesses:
- Gets weak in the knees for assertive, senior women so long as they aren't a severe bully.
- His lack of striking options can allow him to be locked down by better brawlers.
- His size is less of a weakness in LAW, but can easily leave him worse off against the genetic giants that walk through these halls if they gas him out or he loses options against them.
- In hentai matches, he does not have much experience. It is not like there is a master to teach him how to be better so he must learn quickly or lay sprawled in a puddle of his own drippings. Too late to dwell on better life choices now.
Preferred Matches: Comfortable in MMA or Submission matches. Will do anything else except for stipulations that make his stomach churn or make his hairs stand on end.
Attitude To Hentai: THUMBS UP
Physical Statistics
General Statistics
Endurance ★★★★– He possesses a great amount of willpower and a body to match it, save for snapped bones. The enemy needs to whittle both down if one wants him to bend the knee.
Strength ★★★.5 – Above Average with dense muscle. It is not his strong point.
Speed ★★★★ – Quicker than most when using ‘The Zone’ which is what Imai bets on for decisive finishes.
Defense ★★★★ – Suffers from defending against elaborate striking combos or elaborate ‘dirty/inappropriate tactics’. That’s about it.
Technique ★★★★
Wrestling Statistics
Strikes ★★– The quality of what he can pull off is good enough. Has a mean ground n’ pound. The purist approach to his fights can be a problem though.
Submissions ★★★★
Powerhouse ★★★
Aerials ★★
Counters ★★★★
Signature Moves and Finishers
Wheel Kick
Swinging RNC from Triangle Choke
Scissor Throw
The Zone
Past
As a child, Cosmo was getting into fights on the streets day in and day out, until he met Kureishi Mitsuyo, a mixed martial artist who offered to teach him martial arts. Cosmo proved to be a natural at it, so much so that when one of Kureishi's other students, a young businessman named Nishihonji Akira, came to recruit Kureishi to fight for his business, Kureishi instead referred him to Cosmo.
At the tender age of 14, Cosmo became the youngest person to ever debut in the Kengan matches, taking down a giant man 20cm taller and 30kg heavier into submission. He attended high school during most of his tenure as a fighter, and struggled to keep his brother and school friends from knowing about his rather unusual part-time job. At the age of 17, Nishihonji brought him to fight Anderson Arona, a public MMA fighter. Despite Arona's impressive win streak in Cage Fight, Cosmo ended up easily defeating him and causing Arona to retire from fighting altogether. - Excerpt from the World Wide Web
During the Kengan matches, there were three notable matches of his to be discussed. One was against a beefy, strongman that he befriended later who made his living through fighting in street fights and inside the hockey rink. It started off easy enough for Cosmo, until he got outpaced in striking when he secured a takedown via a Scissor Throw. This disadvantage compelled Imai to redirect his approach into luring the brawler into the range of ‘The Zone’, a timing technique which allowed him to win against the huge man by a Triangle Choke. The next match consisted of a particularly enthused ‘officer of the law’ who Imai challenged in his own field by sticking to striking. Wheel Kicks. Straight punches. He pulled off an arsenal of moves that whittled down his foe but could not quite make the cut in putting the officer down. Yet, the entire altered approach was a lead up to another Triangle Choke which the opponent BARELY avoided thanks to his one-of-a-kind reaction time despite Cosmo starting to get a feel for how the officer fought. Next came a Rear Naked Choke after his back scraped against the harsh ground, but still he could not finish the fight. The officer then revealed his true colors as a deranged individual whom was obsessed with his ideal of ‘justice’. While Imai is not evil, he was an obstacle that stood in the way of justice and had to be exterminated. This led to Imai discovering the effects of a lethal match on the human psyche, making him lose his composure and get pinned down where his ribs slowly ‘popped’ one by one. As a silver lining, he came upon the conclusion that his conviction lied in WINNING instead of enjoying the pain and getting hit like others did. After coming to this conclusion, he managed to finally choke out the menace using a Guillotine Choke.
The third match is his first recorded loss, where the accumulated damage he sustained from punching above his capabilities caught up with the young fighter. Imai traded grapples with the dark horse of the tournament, who used his bigger arsenal of combat moves to counteract Imai’s newly-developed foresight. After flexing his superior grappling, Imai bet everything on a misread tactic of the other man’s which lead to the King of Stranglers getting strangled himself.
Currently, after recovering from the entire debacle, Imai has been contracted out in a joint collaboration between LAW and ‘Nishihonji Security Services’ to fight in LAW for the foreseeable future, unlike being scouted by a LAW official, since there are no big tournaments to participate in.
Fang and Claw - Sample Story from a collaboration with HalfRateHero on DeviantArt
‘Open Grappling Session in the Avalon Ranking Gym. All members welcome.’
It seemed innocent enough on the flyer. He hadn’t been a member of Avalon long, but Imai understood the necessities of gauging the competition better than anyone. That, and he had been dying to match with the best of the best for weeks now.
He was excited to see the venue in full swing when he arrived. Sponsors and trainers from wall-to-wall slamming their bodies into the floor and each other at every turn. A quick glance and he could see every style under the sun. He was familiar with quite a few in his travels; greco-roman, judo, sambo, sumo. Cosmo felt like a kid in a candy shop, unsure where to center his attention for even a moment.
That was until his eyes were suddenly drawn straight ahead, where he caught the gaze of a woman sat at the foot of the sparring area. Her black, fur-lined dougi caught his attention first, which did little to cover the rest of her figure. He took note of the well-sculpted arms and thick legs; the compact frame of a grappler, or at least a fighter that preferred getting in close.
From the far end, her lips slowly curled to smile back at Cosmo. He broke out of his fixation quick enough to catch himself turning giddy on the inside. He wasted little time in approaching her.
“Hello.” He said, kneeling down and flashing his boyish smile. "No takers yet, huh? How about it? Want to go a round with me?"
“Okay. But if I win, I keep your belt.” That reply confused Imai for a moment. He wasn’t wearing a belt, just his usual jiujitsu wear. It was only a second later when he noticed her smile twist and expand unsettlingly from ear to ear that he grasped her meaning.
Ah, and here he thought he was being discreet. Avoiding the title of the grappling prodigy was a difficult task, it seemed. But then, Imai never got to where he was by sidestepping a challenge, especially the unsanctioned ones. He couldn't help snickering after hearing her response.
“That works for me. But after I win, we get dinner. Feeling yakisoba?” Okami simply chuckled in response. Maybe it was his young nubile male predisposition talking, but in that moment, he’d taken it as a tacit acceptance of his infallible roguish charm.
Once they’d started rolling, he realized how just dead wrong he was.
From the start, he'd been swept off of his feet and thrown down to the floor with the kind of power that had no right coming from a body like hers. On the mats, the pair struggled for dominance. He could hardly even clasp a clean hold on her before she either slipped away or reversed the technique back on him. The exasperation in his face clashed with the wild, excited mania that twisted her countenance.
He had to admit, this was fun. In the worst way possible. There was nothing typical about this woman. No conventional tactics and no fear. Just predatory intuition and reckless abandon.
Nobody in the gym was sparring anymore. Each of the sparring groups had one by one taken an interest in the intense bout breaking out beside them. The open session had slowly become a private bout, with bets already being tallied. They wouldn’t have to wait much longer to count their winnings.
The two were locked in the middle, crouched low and pushing against each other in the middle of the space. Cosmo seized an opening and leaned back, kicking her over with a monkey flip that left her on her back. He rushed in for a mount only to find her heels raised from the floor before they came down and slammed onto his shoulders, sending him face first to the mat. Before he could stand, there was a weight draped over his back. Okami pressed into his toned back and left him squirming on the floor for a moment before the arms seized his neck.
He pushed off his knee and rolled onto his back, pinning Okami between himself and the floor. Before she could wrap his legs around him and drag him to his doom, he kicked off the floor and threw his legs over his head, rolling back and slipped free from her grasp. Okami grinned up at him, expecting her opponent to retreat, only for him to come down on her neck in kind with his left arm. He came down flat across the floor as his one arm crushed her throat like a python with a reverse arm triangle. It was a maneuver he'd done a million times, picture perfect. This would put her away.
He had hoped. But it was only after he'd rushed the hold that Cosmo noticed her forearm pushing back against his shoulder, inching space like a jack. She'd braced for him at the last moment. Clever.
Two fingers from her free hand shot to his eyes. Cosmo blinked. They didn't hit, but that wasn't the point. It was the smokescreen; that half-second of hesitation and relaxation that forced his body to jump and his muscles to relax. She slipped her head free out from under him.
Cosmo sat back up and raised his hands defensively. The action slowed for a moment as the two competitors considered their next move. To be honest, though, he could hardly think. His heart pumped strong in his chest, feeling a tightness take the back of his throat. He kept staring at the scarred woman as though he had wandered onto a remote peek, finding himself face to face with a lonely predator, starving for a hunt.
Cosmo rushed in again and hoped to take her off balance while she was recovering her breath. He should have taken the warning on Okami's disconcerting smile more seriously, as she pushed him down and slipped onto his back. He immediately balled up and tucked his knees beneath him, only to find her arms already waiting halfway around his neck. An ambush.
On instinct, he went to grab them and try to peel them away. Only, the wolf grabbed him first.
Her hands seized his arm as she suddenly dismounted and twisted her body before hitting the floor. Her legs wrapped around his neck in the same motion, threading his arm through and locking her ankle beneath her knee with a seamless triangle choke.
Crushing force beared down on his neck and pinned his arm between her legs. The pressure was instantaneous. Just as Cosmo began to struggle, her hands cupped behind his head to keep him in place. There was no slipping out of her grasp as he failed again and again to yank his head free. Sweat, blood, and heat were all he felt between the aroma of her scent and destructive power enveloping him.
But what caught him was the eyes, that manic and wild look that sent a cold rush through his failing muscles. A long smile slashed across Okami's face as she tightened around his head, straining her thick quads as she stared into his eyes gleefully. His blue gaze stared back, betraying only a taste of despair in his eyes. He knew he was done, but somehow, he wasn't disappointed. Not in the slightest.
She constricted one more time around his neck, his vision blurred before he finally tapped out. This is why he just couldn’t give up fighting.
It seemed innocent enough on the flyer. He hadn’t been a member of Avalon long, but Imai understood the necessities of gauging the competition better than anyone. That, and he had been dying to match with the best of the best for weeks now.
He was excited to see the venue in full swing when he arrived. Sponsors and trainers from wall-to-wall slamming their bodies into the floor and each other at every turn. A quick glance and he could see every style under the sun. He was familiar with quite a few in his travels; greco-roman, judo, sambo, sumo. Cosmo felt like a kid in a candy shop, unsure where to center his attention for even a moment.
That was until his eyes were suddenly drawn straight ahead, where he caught the gaze of a woman sat at the foot of the sparring area. Her black, fur-lined dougi caught his attention first, which did little to cover the rest of her figure. He took note of the well-sculpted arms and thick legs; the compact frame of a grappler, or at least a fighter that preferred getting in close.
From the far end, her lips slowly curled to smile back at Cosmo. He broke out of his fixation quick enough to catch himself turning giddy on the inside. He wasted little time in approaching her.
“Hello.” He said, kneeling down and flashing his boyish smile. "No takers yet, huh? How about it? Want to go a round with me?"
“Okay. But if I win, I keep your belt.” That reply confused Imai for a moment. He wasn’t wearing a belt, just his usual jiujitsu wear. It was only a second later when he noticed her smile twist and expand unsettlingly from ear to ear that he grasped her meaning.
Ah, and here he thought he was being discreet. Avoiding the title of the grappling prodigy was a difficult task, it seemed. But then, Imai never got to where he was by sidestepping a challenge, especially the unsanctioned ones. He couldn't help snickering after hearing her response.
“That works for me. But after I win, we get dinner. Feeling yakisoba?” Okami simply chuckled in response. Maybe it was his young nubile male predisposition talking, but in that moment, he’d taken it as a tacit acceptance of his infallible roguish charm.
Once they’d started rolling, he realized how just dead wrong he was.
From the start, he'd been swept off of his feet and thrown down to the floor with the kind of power that had no right coming from a body like hers. On the mats, the pair struggled for dominance. He could hardly even clasp a clean hold on her before she either slipped away or reversed the technique back on him. The exasperation in his face clashed with the wild, excited mania that twisted her countenance.
He had to admit, this was fun. In the worst way possible. There was nothing typical about this woman. No conventional tactics and no fear. Just predatory intuition and reckless abandon.
Nobody in the gym was sparring anymore. Each of the sparring groups had one by one taken an interest in the intense bout breaking out beside them. The open session had slowly become a private bout, with bets already being tallied. They wouldn’t have to wait much longer to count their winnings.
The two were locked in the middle, crouched low and pushing against each other in the middle of the space. Cosmo seized an opening and leaned back, kicking her over with a monkey flip that left her on her back. He rushed in for a mount only to find her heels raised from the floor before they came down and slammed onto his shoulders, sending him face first to the mat. Before he could stand, there was a weight draped over his back. Okami pressed into his toned back and left him squirming on the floor for a moment before the arms seized his neck.
He pushed off his knee and rolled onto his back, pinning Okami between himself and the floor. Before she could wrap his legs around him and drag him to his doom, he kicked off the floor and threw his legs over his head, rolling back and slipped free from her grasp. Okami grinned up at him, expecting her opponent to retreat, only for him to come down on her neck in kind with his left arm. He came down flat across the floor as his one arm crushed her throat like a python with a reverse arm triangle. It was a maneuver he'd done a million times, picture perfect. This would put her away.
He had hoped. But it was only after he'd rushed the hold that Cosmo noticed her forearm pushing back against his shoulder, inching space like a jack. She'd braced for him at the last moment. Clever.
Two fingers from her free hand shot to his eyes. Cosmo blinked. They didn't hit, but that wasn't the point. It was the smokescreen; that half-second of hesitation and relaxation that forced his body to jump and his muscles to relax. She slipped her head free out from under him.
Cosmo sat back up and raised his hands defensively. The action slowed for a moment as the two competitors considered their next move. To be honest, though, he could hardly think. His heart pumped strong in his chest, feeling a tightness take the back of his throat. He kept staring at the scarred woman as though he had wandered onto a remote peek, finding himself face to face with a lonely predator, starving for a hunt.
Cosmo rushed in again and hoped to take her off balance while she was recovering her breath. He should have taken the warning on Okami's disconcerting smile more seriously, as she pushed him down and slipped onto his back. He immediately balled up and tucked his knees beneath him, only to find her arms already waiting halfway around his neck. An ambush.
On instinct, he went to grab them and try to peel them away. Only, the wolf grabbed him first.
Her hands seized his arm as she suddenly dismounted and twisted her body before hitting the floor. Her legs wrapped around his neck in the same motion, threading his arm through and locking her ankle beneath her knee with a seamless triangle choke.
Crushing force beared down on his neck and pinned his arm between her legs. The pressure was instantaneous. Just as Cosmo began to struggle, her hands cupped behind his head to keep him in place. There was no slipping out of her grasp as he failed again and again to yank his head free. Sweat, blood, and heat were all he felt between the aroma of her scent and destructive power enveloping him.
But what caught him was the eyes, that manic and wild look that sent a cold rush through his failing muscles. A long smile slashed across Okami's face as she tightened around his head, straining her thick quads as she stared into his eyes gleefully. His blue gaze stared back, betraying only a taste of despair in his eyes. He knew he was done, but somehow, he wasn't disappointed. Not in the slightest.
She constricted one more time around his neck, his vision blurred before he finally tapped out. This is why he just couldn’t give up fighting.
Unnamed Mother and Father.
Meteor Imai - Younger Brother
Hiroyuki Takijima - Friend (Know each other from Hiro’s short tenure as a fellow fighter for Nishihonji in the past.)
Bast - Infatuation
Gallery
Ponytail FTW
”Best Triangle I've done so far!"
Sensual, Sexual Healing
Sensual, Sexual Healing (NSFW)
”Silky Thighs…”
No Gi/NSFW Attire
Locked In
In his spare time, he enjoys listening to music such as soft rock or techno similar to the genre of his theme song.
Rather prefers dogs, although he does not own one.
Unfortunately, he is not the best at housework judging by how his brother takes care of those duties usually.
His favorite color is the shade of blue that you can see in the sky on a cloud-filled day.
His 2nd favorite color is red flags, despite their danger.
Timeline:
Year One
Sensual Sexual Healing (Pending Canonization)