A Golden debut! Goldstar vs. Kasey Crass

[Lycanstar]

It was seemingly a trend at this point that Kasey Crass was finding Himself once again as the welcoming committee for new wrestlers entering LAW. After His last matches however His confidence was not quite where it should be in this sort of scenario- after all He didn't want to just be a doormat for new rookies to wipe their feet on. And to that extent Kasey would be coming into this match having done something He never thought He would ever do- actually train.

His matches before joining LAW Himself mostly consisted of ego-toting showcases in which His opponents were not so subtly paid off to take a fall- which while doing wonders for His ego and padding His wrestling record; did not do much in aiding His actual experience. And unfortunately that lack of experience was almost a little embarrassing when He found Himself hitting the ropes earlier that day and finding it rather difficult to keep up with the technique and ring ability of the other trainees... Especially since He didn't consider Himself a trainee or rookie in the slightest! Half of those young lions and lionesses in there hardly had HALF the matches He had in LAW, which made it very easy for Kasey to see Himself as above them.

Well no matter, He put in a good hour or so and was ready to focus on what was important- how He planned to dismantle and ruin the night of the next upcoming rookie being sent His way. Previous debuts He was on the other end of were rather unfair and beneath Him anyways; none of those rookies had the looks or bravado that Kasey carried. And judging from the whiteboard with His opponents name written next to His- She would probably not match Him in that way either.

"Goldstar..? Eugh, I swear they just pick these people from the nearest drama school alleyway. Is there really that much a lack of edge in this place?" Kasey exasperatedly whined to the crew member readying to send Him out, a blank look on Their face as Kasey's yammering didn't seem to phase Them in the slightest. An awkward glare was exchanged as Kasey expected some kind of response or acknowledgement that His thoughts were correct and the edge in this company was at an all time low... But the only reply was the crew members fingers counting down from 3 before pointing at Kasey while His music began to play. "Sigh. Amateurs."

"MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING... THE CONFIDENCE KILLER; KASEY CRASS!!!"

Spoiler

Kasey sauntered out with His usual bravado; a cocky lean in each slow step He took as He creaked His head to observe the full scope of the crowd in the arena. Feeling pumped from His hour of training, Kasey flexed His chest out and pumped His arms while making His way down the ramp. It looked as though He didn't have a single care in the world- or perhaps just didn't care enough, but climbing through the ropes He took His sweet sweet time as He let His exposed body remain on display for the fans to jealously oggle~ At least His looks would never be an issue. Stepping towards His corner, He leaned carelessly with His legs crossed and arms spread wide over the top rope- unsure perhaps if He should hope His opponent would be interesting enough to be worth the trouble or perhaps dull enough to not be remembered once He squashed them with His newfound wrestling confidence.

[Monsy]

The Titantron flicked on with an luminescent animated five-point star spinning centre-screen. Smaller stars gave it a halo. On the centre of the two main star faces was the chibi-neko of the blonde Superheroine dancing the sad neko dance on one side, then hands overtop to augment her cat ears, swapping hip to hip with a joyous face. Beams of white light went vertical on the screen to add contrast, displaying her name in English on one side of the star, then her name in Kanji for the other, flashing five times before warping away in an explosion of sparkles.

Golden flakes poofed from machines, raining from the ceiling. A little bit of cold pyro gave a little smokescreen. Then, from the depths of underneath the stage, a white and golden figure blasted from the smoke, warping it—and Goldstar’s body twirled four feet into the air before making a cat-like perch to land. She popped back to her feet, standing on one foot, folding up her latter leg,

. "Heeeere I am!" Then began her descent. The crowd reacting with curiosity, a stir amongst their forward ranks but little more, while eyes pulled from phones from afar in the upper-bowl, seeing this sun-spot on the rampart.

The flakes caught on her cape, her hair, her shoulders, boots and odd places from her thigh to hip and breast--glimmering in stage light that cast cones from the sides, spotlighting her path. At a section of the audience ringside, using finger and thumb, she made a heart with her hands and approached who was the prettiest guy she found. She leaned in, then with his invite and turn of cheek, put the heart-shape on his cheek then kissed it to leave a perfect stain of golden lipstick. With that, she entered the ring, sling-shotting herself over the top-rope and then dancing on her ankles in a spinning walk towards the centre, striking a new pose with hands over her cat-ears, then she leaned, offered a smile and a wink!

ITS TIME FOR THE GOLDEN HOUR

"Hello! Hello! Hello-Hello!" The crowd gave her a small cheer, making her heart feel all warm and charmed. Her face went slightly pink, then she curled her toes and sighed.

(They... praised me.)
(Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuu.)

While she held her pose, relaxed and eyes-closed, donning Cat-like smugness with happy chirps. She lost her train of thought, where she was, just stuck in a happy place until she no longer felt the fur of her cape. The ref took it. "Huh!" Her head wiggled, then turned to Kasey. "Oh heyyyyyy! You're the real Kasey Crass, oh my--I didn't think it was the real thing. You smoked aaaall those people on the indies, you were terrifyingly... So, I asked myself!" A finger to her own cheek, looking diagonally upward in ponder. "What's a badass like that wrestlin' with a small noob like me." Then that finger pointed to him. "I bet it's because you have a good heart and want to give a rookie a welcoming boost! Right?!"

[Lycanstar]

If there's only one bad omen in wrestling; it's when your opponents entrance is flashier than yours. Sparkles? Smoke? A cape?! Clearly this Goldstar wasn't just some lackadaisical rookie stumbling their way into the arena- There was some hell of a production value behind Her which means that the management must think at least something of her.

Kasey was in a mix of dread and disappointment; of course He knew His opponent was named something ridiculous and as such would carry Herself to that standard, but the fact She was being presented with such fanfare would make it doubly embarrassing if She managed to get the upper hand on Him! And the embarrassment wouldn't end there for Him as once She arrived in the ring She chirped and enthusiastically carried Herself like a cat... It was quite frankly causing Him to cringe just being in the ring opposite to Her. Why do they always need to try so hard? Is it too much to ask for a rookie to come out in basic wrestling briefs and maybe some elbow pads? All this flashiness and cute behaviour was so far out of Kasey's realm it hardly felt like the two should even be in the same company.

"Oh heyyyyyy! You're the real Kasey Crass!"
*Jesus fucking christ*

"What's a badass like that wrestlin' with a small noob like me."

Kasey closed His eyes and rolled them as far back into His skull as He possibly could. So true, what the fuck was a guy like Him doing in a match with Her? Is it so hard for management to have given Him an actual suitable opponent instead of the goddamn circus performer?

"Yeah, cut the shit for the love of god. This is a wrestling match, a fight. Can it with the stupid cutesy bullcrap, how the fuck you manage to come out like that without being embarrassed is either a miracle or making me question your cognitive state." Kasey held nothing back; His tone and attitude making it very clear He'd rather be anywhere else in the world right now. This wasn't even to try and get into His opponents head or anything, He just spoke His mind as plainly as possible for Her to understand.

"Also, I don't give a shit if you know my indie record. If you really paid attention to your surroundings rather than researching my history, maybe you'd understand as a rookie you shouldn't make yourself out to be some grandiose champion like you're *really* trying to right now. It'll be pretty fucking embarrassing once you lose."

*DING DING DING!*

"Sigh. Just put up your fucking dukes and lets fight already."

[Monsy]

A feeling of nakedness set in.

Public exposure, but where the skin underneath was ugly, full of boils, warts, folds and awful scars. Just what did she do wrong?. Even after trying so damn hard to get this wonderful for maximum infectious joy. Weeks, months, years of imagining, running her rehearsals, sowing and stitching who she wanted to be as a wrestle: so off temperature to what really pleased anyone she needed the respect of. These were her locker-room comrades after all...

Her throat squeezed tight. She felt squeezed into a little box. Her chest burned as did her face, becoming redder by the moment. Her arms slowly limped to her sides and she had this itch not to raise them. Her lower-lip started trembling as she looked up. Then her eyes went bigger, more wounded, more frozen as it became glass. And as she got more and more of it, the dam already broke and tears welled up.

"..mmm-miracles are g-good, thh-though, r-r-righ--..." Her fingers sheepishly drew a little heart in-front of herself, then spread her fingers and showed her palms, shaking them like jazz hands to emphasize, then receding and having her limbs tuck tight to her body, grabbing at her leotard neurotically in a clumsy self-hug. She made herself small by pulling her feet together, legs, grabbed her opposite arm, slumped her shoulders and still looked up. Four tear streaks glazed her red cheek. "...i just wanted to--" The pounding in her chest now raced, gnawed, and she thought she heard someone begin to laugh from the stands.

"i-i-i...i...i-i..."

The bell rang.

Then: a command.
Put up your fucking dukes.

Goldstar was so tongue twisted, so full of feeling and sense of dread in her emptied gut that when she opened her mouth again, the air was absent and her tongue was dry and spongy. No sentences came out. Just a shaky, slow, up and down nod.

"...O-Okey."

Her posture didn't change and her tone was like a mouse. Still slumped. Still with her legs together. Then she began crying more audibly on the spot, shaking, and scarlet red in the face. Her fists were more like wilted hands clumped into a soft hunched over paw. She folded her elbows up, then had a loud sniff with two smaller ones coming right after. When she finally got her dukes up at shoulder level, an open arm with two sticks for defence, she piped up what seemed to be a little attempt to lighten the mood, even if pathetically.

"R-Ready~" A tone weak, but still trying to forcefully be upbeat and welcome him to throw down.

[Lycanstar]

Kasey closed His eyes and shot His head back. His hands pushed against His forehead as tightly as they could, fingers clasping at His hair.

This.
Was.
Hell.

This was actually fucking hell.

There is no fucking way that Kasey fucking Crass was in this goddamn situation right now. Here He was, dressed in His provocative wrestling attire, ready to truly make a spectacle of the evening and across from Him was a blathering, CRYING sparkly wonder magic girl with GOD DAMN cat ears.

Her overly cutesy demeanour breaking down into a pathetic ball of whines and subservient acknowledgement was fucking brutal to have to even be in the same postal code as. Why did He have to be here right here, right now? Should He just leave? Was that more or less embarrassing? Well He might get a stern talking to and another loss in His record if He did... And if He ever had any intention of proving He was MORE than worthy to be graduated from the doormat for undeserving rookies, He may as well just pack it in and "Win" the match. Hopefully they had a stocked bar backstage to help Him forget everything that would happen in the rest of this match.

"Can you. Quit. Fucking. Cr... God, just; please don't fucking cry" The frustration was extremely apparent in His voice. This shouldn't be happening and yet it was. Kasey had to talk down His opponent before even laying a finger on Her in the match.

"Look just... *eugh* just, don't make a fucking fool of yourself anymore and follow my lead. I'll just put you away real quick and you can get back to... wherever it is you came from. Because quite frankly; I'm not looking to be your shoulder to fucking cry on. If you didn't intend to be a serious wrestler, you shouldn't have fucking stepped foot in this ring."

Kasey walked forward in a uncaring manner, not putting up a single defence as He looked about ready to storm out of the ring the second the bellkeepers hammer was raised. He rolled His eyes and approached Goldstar closely, His physique hopefully speaking everything it needed to as He was near Her- He was stronger; confident and assertive. He left His whole body on display to prove that point quite well- While Goldstar looked about as threatening as a dandelion. Kasey would softly grab Goldstar's left arm and lower it down to Her side; breaking up Her meagre "fighting stance" as it were.

"Alright look, I'm gonna lift you on my shoulders and it'll just sting for a second. Trust me; I don't even want to be anywhere near you but just let me finish this up real quick, alright?"

While the words on paper sounded polite; His tone was anything but. He would look to simply pull Goldstar's arm across His back and shoulders and just lift Her into a fireman's carry, expecting the rookie to sheepishly allow Her body to go along with it like a good little jobber.

[Monsy]

I don't want to be anywhere you

Was a sentence she didn't expect to hear on her debut. It made her visibly flinch lower, close her eyes until the lids were rippling folds, then her lips an earthquake of jitters, and her throat a Sahara, her legs like two earthworms, her arms made of rickety welding bearing weight, shaking. What was so ugly about her? Was she annoying? Crass?? Rude??? Was he discriminatory against blondes???? She didn't know. If only there was really a fix she could make about herself that would pad this all over. A TIME MACHINE, yes. A TIME MACHINE. Roll back the clock, let her strike a different pose, say a different line, kiss one more cheek or one less.

She couldn't really think strongly about it. The audible crackle of her aching whimper and sob overpowering her thoughts. It was less a wahhhh so much as a series of choked squeaks as she inhaled, gathering herself, scrunching up her face as warm-wet droplets stroked down her blushing complexion. Then her shoulders flinched and so did her fists. She sunk lower, her face wetter, her chest pounding. But at least he asked for subtle permission with 'alright?'

She might've taken the time to answer him, to contemplate his offer — but that came with a tug of the arm. There was no deliberate thought behind it. When he grabbed, she went with in a stumble, then took a deliberate step under his arm. When he dipped forward, expecting to pull the arm across his back, she entered a snappy backflip. Her foot became an overhead swinging axe, coming around, sharp and pointed in the air as it whipped around in an almost a full circle. The main artillery of her pele kick was aimed at his mean face.

[Lycanstar]

A deep deep sigh was heard from Kasey as He began to pull Her arm slowly towards Him. Really sad it had come down to something like this but well, may as well make the best of a bad situation? A win was a win in the record books so if this was how He had to pad His record... Hopefully this would be a extremely forgettable affair outside of the unnecessarily flashy entrance by Golds-
*THOK*

...Had He lost focus for a second? Wait, what happened? Something felt off- He had bent forward to yank Goldstar onto His shoulders but His body instead had sprung backwards. His arms failed Him- falling to His sides limply as they swayed inactively along with the rest of Him, remaining in a quiet upright stance as He stared off into nothing. A slight twitch of His body forward- then...

*WHAM*

Kasey's eyes rolled up then closed before His body sank to the mat in a thunderous heap. His arms at His sides meant there was no cushioning for His face as it smacked against the canvas with all of His weight falling behind. His body was as still as His mind- save for a light twitch of His fingers shortly upon impact and a cold feeling crawling up His spine. It took a while to process but once it finally came to Him He had realized what happened- Goldstar had manoeuvred around the unfocused and frankly exasperated Kasey so swiftly He had nary a second to react to the boot that found itself smacked right against His face.

And now- Kasey was face first with His eyes closed, body exposed and ego shattered in the centre of the ring against an opponent He told in no uncertain terms He deemed to be a waste of space.

[Monsy]

He...Fell.

Goldstar landed calmly down onto her chest and shoulder, the rest of her following in tow. She was quick to rise to her hands and knees, cape draping, her puffed up eyes steadying finally after mapping her smothery palms for about a minute. A tinge of blur still remained, cleared after many blinks as she dumbfoundedly stared at what appeared to be a slump of man. She did that. The feeling was a tingle. A powerful feeling that came second priority to the fact this was not the showcase she had envisioned.

Her brow raised, perplexed, "Wow—you've fallen over already?" Her top lip pushed down, stifling a laugh as she blushed pink. He really does sag like a bag of bricks! A smile regrew with attempt two as she rose on-top of her knees and walked on them to his head. All that bad spiritedness must've rotten his body to such fragility. She was... At least a little aware of the type that could really talk their way into winning. Bullies too. The mixture? It gave shivers. But having one so quiet in her midst was like reconciliation. At the very least, she could say they are striking when they sleep.

"Hell-ooooooo~" She prodded him with a finger. Tap, tap-tap. She picked his head then wiggled him left and right. "Say, you gone already, Mister Crass? You-whoooo. Iiiiii—think you missed the mark. You were a bit slow." Wait "But still veryyyy fast, yes, mhm—just not quiiiiite enough to rely on only pullin' me in."