Five Rounds of Cat-astrophe — Lynx Felyne vs Spectre!

[Monsy]

Match Type: Best of Five!
Falls gained by: Pinfall, Submission, DQ or Hentai Submission
Rules: Sexuality is permitted, but standard wrestling rules are in-effect.

A fucking… KITTEN.

Strangely enough, when she imagined the next challenges after the two supercard events, there would be a REAL MEAL on her hands. Not this… Cute, bottom-heavy, baby-faced, toned… Shit-. Catty, small-waisted, squishy-leg, soft-legged son of a... dirty cat-mom. They really lined her up with a slab of punch-meat with neko ears. He even came with a little bell. How the fuck was that fair? And where was that bucket list she wrote down? Maybe she should’ve gotten a collar and bell for Dot too. She can hear it already, ‘DING-DING, BOSS!’. Maybe it wasn’t the absolute worst. Just a side mission, yeah. Not hard. Unlike his stomach. Judging by the pictures and posted cosplay.

Zoom… Zoom… Enhance… ENHANCE

Skinny.

In other words: the boldest way to ask for someone to knee them on the street. It was practically begging to turn that smooth skin purple. Then to feel her fist sink into his belly until she got the highest, most cute-pitched meow a man could make. She wanted to grab his hair and pull it. To fucking bite him on the bone of his shoulder so he jumped and scattered. To yank that tail for the hell of it.

All the while, she asked herself: Why am I now into this?

She didn’t answer that. Just that she’s making a trip to a local shopkeeper for a cat-collar and leash.

Then, the rest is history.

“Let's just get this show goin. I’m getting impatient.”

And now, in the LAW arena with a hungry and jeering audience, thunder banged on the audio speakers. Dark purple lights became the norm, with anything else killed in a matter of seconds. When the thunder finished its audio, the bells of Spectre’s entrance sounded another episode of one of LAW’s most evil.

And it’s only to get worse from here…

Spectre’s logo took to the blank Titantron. Spires of tall purple flame shot from the stage’s lip, going at eight feet tall of pure scorching awesome. Mist from the ring corners now spilled purple onto the canvas, prompting the referee to leave the ring and cover their nose with their black and white shirt before memories of bullying likely crept in. She descended from above on a thin cable, coming down to the middle of the ring where she looked to hover. Several small spotlights flicked on in the misty dark, making every inch of the leotard-clad supervillain sparkling like lightning in the cosmos. Her cape fanned out as Spectre spread her arms, looking down, eyes closed and stoic until folding them behind her back...

And donning a grin.

Evil manifests!

“This is who you put in front of me?” Spectre lets one arm fall, and bunched in her hand unravelled a black collar with a golden buckle and a tiny bell. A leash attached to that, printed in sanrio textures up and down. “A fuckin' pet. For five rounds? Or rather, three, if we’re countin' the shutout.” The crowd jeered in response, louder than before, fuelling her over time like a regen effect. She took a deep breath from her chest, biding her moments, taking their time and thinking none of it while she looked at her own logo. “Well then.”

The arm still folded behind her back opened a latch on her attire, then she descended in free-fall into the ring, landing on both feet and crouching down until a fist punched the canvas, stabilizing. Then she rose up, her arm folded towards her shoulders to hold the collar and leash in a fist like squeezed spaghetti.

The lights, mist, fire and music tapered into quiet, but her voice still carried the weight around the sound systems.

“...Let's have some one-sided misery.”