L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Casey had to admit, wrestling from Cape Town was a hell of a lot more different than wrestling from Japan.

Moving from city to city was a fun little affair that left Casey with some fans here and there but wrestling internationally...THAT was something new to him. But for right now...a new kitten has finally entered LAW's litter-box and this one came with claws~

The light went down and flashes of claw marks filled the stadium, gathering all the way down to the main entrance. Inquiring eyes from around the entire crowd as they looked to see who this clawed wrestler was! Only his silhouette was visible but it appeared...feline. With hips only women could dream of and hands outstretched, revealing nails the size of claws and eyes as yellow as the sun illuminating the dark arena!

His hips swayed as the spotlight came down on him, a chesire smile and body sculpted by Greek gods, Casey Calico strutted his way down the ramp! Heads rolled, eyes bulged as this cat-boy in rather skimpy trunks and furry boots pranced down the ramps.

"Like what you see, boys and girls~?"

He said, rolling the tounge as he said "girrrlls".

Finally approaching the ropes, he slid into the ring and stretched his body in the middle of the ring, waiting for his new scratching post.

Casey! Ready to Fight!

Wrestling in Japan has been nothing short of a delight for Noah.

A rich history steeped in tradition, the reverence with which the fans hold the sport- It brought him great joy to know he was part of something grand, and as with any other night, he was determined to give the audience a show worth remembering!

Flashes of vibrant greens and brilliant yellows in abstract patterns danced across the screens of the arena, and in time with the drop of a peppy electronic-infused rock track, Noah Taelman jogged onto the stage with a winning smile and confident peace sign held high in the air! A short cheer rang out as fans recognized the rising star's face immediately, bringing a content sigh from his lips as he strolled down the ramp and happily slapped hands with eager fans reaching out to him as he passed.

Reaching the ring and scaling the apron, he took a brief pause to examine his opponent, looking them up and down as he tapped the toes of his boot into apron. With a deep breath, he crouched down and leapt over the ropes with ease, wasting no time in approaching the catlike newcomer and offering a hand to shake.

"Un plaisir de vous rencontrer- I look forward to facing you tonight!"

Noah Taelman! Superstar Scholar!

"Oh I'm sure~"

Casey smiled mischievously, accepting the handshake as he lounged about on the ground. He would hold onto the handshake as he pulled himself up!

"You are...dapper looking fellow!"
He examined, his eyes darting and down as he still shook his hand. The feline foe couldn't help but stare at Noah's chest. Globular slabs of meat just waiting to be marked!

But no. He had to be patient. A skill that Casey could never envision being useful.

"So...French boy, ready to throw down~"
Casey hummed, his hand going up and down as they still shook hands. Casey didn't realize, mostly cuz he was still fixated by Noah's body.

"Ah--" Noah chuckled softly and held up a finger matter-of-factly. "Belgian, actually, I'm Belgian. No harm, it happens all the time!"

If Noah was aware of Casey's eyes rather shamelessly sizing up his chest, he at least didn't raise any fuss over it- Just continued to shake his hand politely until the bell rang.

Ding!

"There we are- Shall we get started then, mon ami?" With a nod, Noah looked to pull his hand away, eager to get the match underway and circle his feline foe in a stand-off!

"Hm."

Instead of pulling away, Casey pulled back. His golden eyes glinting with mischievousness as he held on.

"Sorry~" He said, releasing the grip he had on Noah. "I tend to get a bit clingy with my play-things~"

Noah was a fine specimen indeed. From the way he walked to the way he looked to the way he spoke. All of it seemed to tick every single little box that was in his brain. Oh how he would love seeing him all marked up...by him. As the bell rung, the two seemed to circle each other. Casey made no real attempt to rush it. Make no mistake however, Casey WAS focused on the match at hand...

For a second there it seemed as though, his fake tail swished...and then he struck!

Aiming straight at Noah, Casey would attempt to grapple him into a headlock, using his claws to poke if he had to bring him to heel!

"Hm?"

Noah's brow shot up as he felt a tug on his arm, still feeling Casey tightly grasping his hand. He stood with a curious tilt of his head, wondering just what--...

"... Heh." A soft laugh escaped his lips, as he lowered himself into his stance and gave a determined smirk to his rival. "I'm flattered, but careful calling me a 'plaything'- I'm not just looks, you know."

As the two strafed around the ring, Noah kept his guard up, watching Casey attentively as he flexed his fingers and rolled his wrists. There was a keen focus in his gaze, carefully scrutinizing every little move the feline made even as they stared into one another's eyes...

Finally, Casey takes the initiative, as Noah lets out a small breath once he's caught inside the headlock! But before the cat even had a chance to bear his claws, the influencer was quick to reach up and grab hold of Casey's arm, looking to slip his head free and twist his foe's arm behind his back in a hammerlock!