Wrestle Princess (Private With Mr Hoo)

[Babygabrial]

A pair of eyes open, they see a bright light. Perhaps this is it. Perhaps for this peron time is up. Maybe they should move forward to the light. But suddenly, that light flickers "Wh-wha...." His thoughts trail off and he feels something. Something weighing him down. He suddenly sees what looks like the hand of judgment coming down from the light. The light flickers again and it then looks like the hand of some white guy. The camera goes to third person as our hero gasps remembering where he is. He looks over to see the referee counting the pin. "One-two-th-" instincts takeover and our here bridges onto his head and turns onto his stomach so his shoulders can't be pinned on the matt by his opponent. "Kick out" called the ref. From here we get a good look at our hero. Slightly shory and chunky in build, his brown forehead covered in sweat, his long black hair a bit of a mess. He suddenly gets hoisted up by his muscular singlet wearing opponent, that appears to be a brown anthropomorphic bear, then attempts a gut wrench slam. But our hero rolls with it in the air and lands on his feet. We can now see that our hero is wearing nlack trunks and white knee pads. After reversing the slam our hero turns the tables by spinning away from his opponent and grabbing him by the neck and dropping him face first down with a sick looking Cutter. He pushes his opponent on his back before hooking his head and leg for a technical pin. "One-two-three!" The ref counts "Pinfall!" He calls as our hero stands up and shakes the adrenalin off. "Here's winner Gabriel Angel!" A mid western voice calls over the pa system as a crowd of about 50 people cheer. The camera gets a sweeping shot of the literal high school gym they had the match in. It looks dingy and worn down. Heck the lights above keep buzzing and flickering. The ref raises Gabriel's hand and he leaves the ring and heads to the locker room. He sees some other wrestlers in there getting warmed up for their matches. Some are young like him, some look way too old to be wrestling. Some are dressed in basic attire, some are trying to do flashy gimmicks."What do you think of the name Tiger Slayer Tom?" One guy clearly named Tom asks his lizardman friend who's still getting dressed. "But you're facing a cheetah today" the lizardman explains as Gabby goes by and heads to the locker he is using. He sees another human on his phone watching a news update. "These are the top 200 rankings in the World Championship scene in professional wrestling. All of these names have a chance to comepete in the world cup of wrestling, or better yet a title shot at the World Heavyweight Champion Dynamite Eddie Wolverine." The news reporter shows an anthropomorphic wolverine holding a huge championship belt over his shoulder. Gabriel sighs and walks to the showers solemnly. As he showers he thinks about how he has been overlooked all of his life and even as a gifted wrestler, big name promoters won't scout him. He leaves the shower and opens his bag, everyone else seem to be out of the locker room so he looks deep in and sees a spare change of clothes. That spare being a giant baby diaper and a pink dress. He sighs thinking about wearing them but then gets cold feet deciding to just put on a t-shirt and jeans.

[Mr Hoo]

At the same time this was happening, a short green-furred tabby cat wearing a brown coat, fedora, and faded blue jeans was outside the exit of the locker rooms, trying to get the attention of the wrestlers that were exiting the building, "Hey you, wanna- You sir? No? Hey, you seem- OK, you're busy I get it." were just some of the things that left his mouth. It was obvious that he was trying to scout the wrestlers who he saw fight in the ring that night, but they either flat-out refused or ignored him. "Is it so hard for a cat to get just one client?" he thought to himself as the last of the wrestlers walked out the door.

He slumped against the brick wall of the building and gave a heavy sigh, all he wanted to do was get his paws on some raw talent and make it big in the world. Everyone saw him as a freak due to his odd coloring for his species, but he would soon prove them otherwise. Although, that won't be the case if he can't scout a client. His belly grumbled, causing him to take out a small can of sardines, the only type of food he can afford at this point. He opened up and began to eat away his sorrows as best he can.

[Babygabrial]

Soon the cat was bumped into by one Gabriel Angel dropping his sardines, but at the same time, dropping Gabriel's bag, which was partway open. Sardines and some clothing, including a distinct plastic rectangle falls out. "O-Oh, I'm so sorry." He said as he panics a bit and got on his knees looking around wondering what to do. He whimpers and shakes nervously. This man beat a bear in that building, but he looked like a deer in headlights. Those prankster deers always jumping in front of cars for views and clicks.

[Mr Hoo]

"Thanks a lot pal, now I guess I'll have to starve for ton-" he started to say before he noticed the peculiar item that fell out of the man's bag, "What the heck?" he stated.

[Babygabrial]

Looked up hearing the man stop mid sentence "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll maaaaEEEEEEEP!" He let out a high pitched, girly squeal seeing what caught the man's attention. He blushed profusely. He was absolutely distraught.

[Mr Hoo]

"That isn't a diaper is it?" the cat asked, looking at the person strangely.

[Babygabrial]

Gabriel's cheeks were crimson red. He had no clue how to answer that. He didn't really have to though. The proof was on the pavement. It was pink, with stickers on it, even had a wetness indicator on it. His eyes darted back and forth between the diaper and the male cat.

[Mr Hoo]

An idea then popped into the cat's head when he saw the person's worried face, a smug smile appeared on his own, "Relax kid, I won't tell no one. After all, we live in a society where some people think its fun to be tied up onto a rack, blindfolded, and beaten around with whip. All I ask for in exchange for my silence is that you buy me something to eat." he said while gesturing to his spilled can of sardines.

[Babygabrial]

Gabriel looked to where he was pointing. He nodded his head. "I-I can do that." The cat must mot have recognized him. Not hard to, even if he had recognized Gabriel was a wrestler, what would he get out of it. A small time unranked rookie still trying to get booked wherever he can, living out of his tiny apartment. Gabriel didn't have much to give for his secret, but buying someone dinner he could at least do...depending on price.

[Mr Hoo]

The cat then looked at Gabriel, eyeing him up and down, taking in his well-built appearance, "Say kid, I think I remember you being in that ring tonight. You really handed it to that bear didn't you?" he said, trying to sound as flattering as possible.