L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The 'Lord of the Seas', Isaac Edwards vs Felix Celeste
Match Type: "Standard + POW Match."
Win by scoring a pinfall of three seconds on the opponent, forcing a wrestler to submit, or by knocking the wrestler out. Additionally, if a wrestler remains outside the ring for too long, by the count of ten they will be disqualified. Furthermore, if a wrestler performs an illegal move and is caught in the act by the in-ring official, they will be disqualified.
Standard rules - DQs, Count-outs, and the submission or pinfall MUST happen within the confines of the ring.
POW - The loser, upon immediate defeat, will become the winner's "prisoner" for the rest of the evening.

Isaac was pumping himself up, getting ready for this upcoming match as he slapped his face, trying to ease his pre-match jitters as he warmed up. The athletic, slim, and effeminate-looking young man tossed a few punches in the air, shadow boxing a little and performing some other warm-up maneuvers in the form of stretches. Tonight, Isaac was going to be facing another male opponent in this upcoming match, and this time the stakes were a little different. At the end of this match, someone was going to become the winner's personal 'toy' to play with for the rest of the night.

Eventually, the time came for his entrance, and Triton grabbed the rest of his gear, getting nice and comfortable in his hoodie before putting his headphones on and walking out into the limelight.

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He bathed in the audience's cheers, thoroughly enjoying the mass amounts of praise and adoration. The positive feedback did wonders for his ego, giving him a confidence boost as he fed his hyped-up energy into the crowd and the crowd sent it right back at him. Like him or hate him, the guy was definitely a crowd-pleaser and a people-person. Naturally, he took a long while to do his introduction as he posed and had a bit of fun with those at the edges of the barricades, snapping several selfies, blowing several kisses, and making his way toward the ring with a fiery passion as he climbed up the apron, performed a bit of a sensual pose as he grinned, giving the audience a bit of a tease before slipping through the ropes and stepping into a corner, now waiting on his opponent: Felix Celeste

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At the same time, Felix was putting the finishing touches on his costume, wriggling into his boots before tying them tight, and slipping on his bright pink cat ears and tail. The slim little wrestler gave a pose in front of the mirror, looking himself over to make sure all was well, and then tugged his sporty t-shirt over the top for his entrance.

Hearing Isaac's music playing through the walls, Felix stepped out of the locker room and made his way up to the arena in time for his own entrance. As the music faded, and the lights dimmed, he inched closer to the top of the ramp, and then once his own music began to play, burst out in an excited rush, a wide and goofy smile on his face as he struck a rather girly pose at the top of the ramp.

He was very short for a wrestler boy, even many of the girls reaching over the barrier to try and catch a high-five stood noticeably taller than him, but he didn't seem to care much as he jogged down, arms outstretched to catch anyone who could reach in far enough.

Diving in under the bottom rope, Felix rolled over smoothly onto his feet in the middle of the ring, letting his eyes drift slowly over Isaac's effeminate, yet very well-honed body. The two were built very similarly, but Isaac had the benefit of being naturally much taller, and so much heavier at the same time. It would be an uphill battle for the little catboy.

The little blonde got a smug look on his face, before darting over to Isaac's corner and bouncing up onto the bottom ropes, essentially trapping him there while matching his height as the young referee girl looked on in panic.

"Hey cutie~" he'd tease, crossing his arms over his chest. "Looking forward to being my toy for the evening?"

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Isaac smiled with a competitive, friendly, and yet smug attitude about him once he saw Felix make his way toward the ring. He was bigger and heavier than him, he could tell from a glance. Even the mutual fangirls that they shared between them stood taller than Felix. If he was such a lightweight, this would mean that his game plan would likely revolve around either high-flying moves or submission-based attacks...either way, it was likely that Felix was going to try and win this via speed and technique as opposed to a game of power and strength. While Isaac was no heavyweight bodybuilder, he still knew a fair bit of power moves, grapples, and slams so he'd have that advantage. The main difficulty would likely be trying to catch his fellow effeminate opponent...

However, as if on cue when Isaac was thinking about catching him, Felix walked right up to him in his corner. Isaac wasn't intimidated, more so just...surprised. His smirk didn't waver, even as Felix stood on the bottom ropes, meeting his height if not just slightly under by an inch or so.

"Hey yourself~" Isaac replied, looking up and down at his opponent, admiring his features. "Mm, that's a pretty bold claim for someone of your stature. What makes you so confident, 'tough guy'...?" He asked, blushing a tad as he teased Felix back.

Felix was a very slim, femininely-shaped little wrestler. While his small body was very pleasing to look at, and it was clear Felix went to great lengths to keep it that way, he had almost no muscle definition beyond the faintest outline of his abs. Such was the price he paid as a male fighter to stay inside the tight restrictions of his sister's weightclass, and yet he still managed an impressive winrate within that weightclass.

He continues to smirk at Isaac as the taller boy looks him up and down, letting his hips sway from side to side to make his faux tail flick back and forth as his opponent's eyes pass over them. "I've beat so many cute boys that looked just like you, why shouldn't I be confident?" he taunted back, taking hold of Isaac's chin in his hand to make the taller boy look into his eyes, prompting the referee to move closer to them.

"Well, tonight's the night you get to experience being on the other side of the equation. Because I am NOTHING like the boys you've beaten before. I'm ten times better and I'll demonstrate that after I've crushed you. You'll be bowing to your new lord before the night is over. I guarantee it..." He said, smirking as he gently caressed Felix's hips.

"You might wanna step away before the ref ruins our fun prematurely~" Isaac said, winking at him.

Felix just stood there, arms crossed over his chest while Isaac taunted back. The tiny catboy kept such a smug, superior look on his face that most people would have trouble keeping themselves from hitting him. Listening to Isaac talk, he rolled his eyes, not even letting his opponent finish talking before grabbing his wrists, pulling them away from his hips, and pushing them back behind Isaac's head. The move put them both so close that their noses touched, and soft bodies pressed lightly together.

"Bla bla bla~" he seductively teased, "Literally heard that so many times, you might just be reading from a script. You could just give up now and skip the part where I break that cute little body in half~" he'd taunt, the fake tail waving back and forth as he tilted his hips one way and then the other.

Eventually, both the referee and management decided too much time had been wasted before the fight, and the ref girl stepped in to break things up. She was about Felix's size, maybe a little more msucular. Rather than just demanding they step apart, she actually wrapped her arms around Felix's waist and carried him back to his corner. He looked very surprised at first, but then just settled into a smug smile, waving at the crowd and blushing until she dropped him and gave him a gentle push into the corner.

He gave her a questioning look, she shrugged back at him, and then he shrugged too. Now in his corner, he ran through some quick stretches ready for the match, leaning down to touch his toes, bouncing on his feet, shaking his hands, etc.

Triton was pleasantly surprised at how forward and open Felix was being...It was-, it was...kind of a turn-on to be honest. The way he swayed those hips, that stupid but cute tail gimmick of his shaking around, the way he grabbed his wrists to establish dominance, and how close their bodies got together. The Australian could feel the American's soft, gentle breath on his skin, causing him to shudder a bit as he blushed. He forgot his character while he was lost in the moment, having allowed the charm of his opponent to fully take him out of his mindset...giving his full focus to the American cutie that stood before him. That smug and smarmy charm of his disappeared as he listened to Alex's sweet voice, overtaken by his personality and beauty. He could listen to him talk for ages. He got lost in those eyes, that pink shine to them was so appealing, it was as if it was a star in the night sky, utterly breathtaking.

Soon after, he snapped out of his little 'trance' and his smile returned as he began to fire back his own little provocative taunt. "Well, I dunno if you've noticed but..." He perked up his body against Felix's for a moment, pressing his chest further into his, nearly matching his height as he stood tall despite Felix standing on the ropes. "You're a little lacking in the muscles department. Are you sure I'M the one who's gonna be broken? It seems to me that, if I'm not too careful with you, I'll snap you like a twig." He teased back. Just as he was about to do something a little...spontaneous...The referee came in and ruined their pre-match fun. Seems their time was up, what a shame...Though, it was kinda funny and amusing to watch the slightly more muscular referee lift up Alex like it was nothing and separate him.

As Alex was being carried away by the referee, Triton didn't take his eyes off of him for even a single second, sharing that same smug sentiment as he grinned, patiently waiting for the bell to ring as he stood in the corner. The Lord of the Seas was fully prepared to give this charming little kitten a royal beatdown and teach him where his place in the hierarchy lies: Beneath Triton's Heel.

DING !!!


The bell rings and the match is underway, Triton steps out of his corner and slowly approaches the center of the ring, getting in close with the male Celeste Twin and trying to find the best angle to approach him with. He figured he'd go with your standard opener for any wrestling match and lock-up with him via a Collar and Elbow Hold.

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As the referee began motioning for both fighters to be ready, and then for the bell to be rung, Felix finally tugged off his tight-fitting sporty t-shirt. It was technically his sister's, bearing her half of the twins' logo, and was clearly shaped for a feminine body, but the twins were such a close match in body shape and size that it looked perfectly normal on him. And now that his sleek torso was fully revealed, it was clear why.

Felix was still removing his shirt as the bell rang, giving Isaac a brief head-start as he dropped it out of the corner. Still, he was able to come out to him in time to prevent the larger wrestler from cornering him.

It was blatantly clear that he was at a disadvantage when it came to physical power, so rather than accept the other boy's lock-up Felix would try to bait him forwards, then circle around him to vaguely corner him, and swing a kick up into his midsection!

Isaac stepped out of the corner and he made a beeline toward Felix, aiming to catch him with the standard opening technique of locking up in the center of the ring. He stepped in and reached out to try and tie up with the slender lightweight in order to start the grapple and kick off the match properly. However, Felix managed to outmaneuver him, leading him into a vulnerable position after that opening lunge. Triton's hands grabbed nothing but air as his attempt to grab onto the man missed entirely, and he was 'rewarded' for his efforts with a swift kick to the body, striking the top of his hip and one of his lowermost ribs.

He lets out a brief sound of pain, releasing a singular grunt. For someone who was pretty light overall, that kick HURT. Even if his hoodie might've cushioned it a little, it left the 'Lord of the Seas' with a lingering pain that just wouldn't seem to go away. It might just be Triton overthinking it but after a kick like that he was starting to guess that Felix was a pretty good striker...which leads him to think that his plan might be to avoid any head-to-head grappling against Triton.

Time to test this theory...After recoiling from the kick, he tries to go after that same leg before Felix can pull it back, aiming to try and hit him with a Dragon Screw if he can grab a hold of Felix.

The younger boy was fast, and very precise with his movements. Despite refusing the typical lock-up and taking advantage of Isaac's vulnerable position, the audience seemed to enjoy seeing him perfectly slip under the middleweight's arms to deliver that well-positioned kick to his belly.

His next step would be to hop up and throw his other foot down on the back of Isaac's head to drive him down into the canvas. Or, it would have been, if Isaac hadn't caught the first foot right as Felix jumped up.

A split second later, and the little rookie was spinning through the air, landing harshly on his back with an "Oomph!". Still, he rolled with the momentum, looking to twist over and push to his feet as quickly as possible to prevent Isaac from being able to mount him.

Down on the ground like that, the rookie's tiny figure was even more emphasised. He was so sleek and slim, and yet you'd still almost have to squint to see his abs!