Starting off, thank you for being crazy enough to try this…unique crossover. Yeah, pro wrestling and a fantasy book series about feral cats don't seem like an ideal crossover. But that just makes me more determined to try this out. So without further ado, I give you the first ever attempt at a pro wrestling and Warriors crossover. The Independent.
Chapter 1: The Circuit
"Break it up! Break it up!" the referee yelled as he tried to separate two wrestlers. One of the wrestlers, a large black tabby, kept ignoring the referee's orders and kept pummeling his smaller, orange-haired opponent in the corner, landing blow after blow on the young tabby's skull. Finally, after countless blows and the referee threatening to disqualify him, the huge cat backed down. The crowd cheered on the black cat, which cockily gestured toward his downed opponent and expected the referee to stop the match and declare him the winner. The crowd cheered him on, as all the cats had bet their hard-earned money on the black cat to win to. After all, he was the 50 to 1 odds on favorite. He was 4 seasons old and extremely strong. In everyone's mind, the black cat had all but won this match, even before it started.
His opponent was a small, frail orange colored tabby. He was barely 6 moons old and was currently bleeding tremendously from his skull, courtesy of his larger opponent. He had taken a beating in this match, yet his opponent had never gotten more than a count of 1 before the tabby kicked out. The black tabby even hit his finisher and couldn't get the pin fall, which had leaded to the frustrated pounding in the corner on the lowest turnbuckle.
The referee consulted the orange cat about throwing in the towel but the cat shook his head as he using the turnbuckle to help himself up. He put his back on the turnbuckle, turning his bloodied face to look at his opponent. To the black cat's surprise…and rage, the small orange cat had a look of defiance on his face and with one hand motioned his opponent to come at him. The audience laughed and mocked him for his apparent stupidity with one fan throwing a empty bottle at him, which shattered on the turnbuckle. But the small tabby never even blinked as the referee backed out the way so that the black cat could finish what he started.
The black cat let out a deranged yell as he charged across the ring at full speed, looking to crush the smaller cat under his large frame. Suddenly, at the last second, the orange cat rolled out of the way, doing a somersault under tabby's stretched out arms. The black cat slammed straight into the turnbuckle at such speed that the audience thought they heard a loud "crack" as the tabby immediately covered his ribs with both arms and turn around to exact revenge on his opponent for the teeth gnashing pain he felt, only to suddenly be knocked out by a powerful super-kick right under his jaw.
The crowd, extremely loud and chaotic a second before, immediately fell silent in shock as the black cat slumped onto his back and didn't move. The orange cat either went for the pin or just simply collapsed from exhaustion onto his opponent. The referee, who was also standing in shock, shook himself like he had just waked up from a deep sleep and counted.
1…2…3
The crowd was absolutely silent in shock as the orange cat sluggishly hauled himself to his feet and let the referee raise his hand in victory. The crowd remained silent. Until, some cat started to slowly clap. Slowly, others began to join him and before long the entire room was filled with the sound of clapping. The young cat collapsed then rolled under the top rope and slowly walked to through the crowd as they continued to clap. The young tom stopped as he started to stare at the money holder as if he was not going to hand his winnings, then he reached into the money-holder's pocket and took his winnings plus the bonus of being the underdog. The young tom his orange fur dimly glowing in the weak light, wearily walked his way to the bathroom to change out of his tights.
The crowd then slowly shuffled out of room, some sullen by the loss of their money, other still memorized by how powerful that super-kick was. In less than 5 minutes, almost everyone had left the room, just a few cats that were trying to sleep off all of that alcohol that they had consumed. Only a blue she-cat with a hint of silver on her muzzle was still there. She had watched the match and was impressed with the young orange tom. He had shown remarkable toughness and cunning despite his size and age. The she-cat stared thoughtfully at the bathroom where the orange tom had disappeared too. She walked over to the counter and ask the bartender when the orange tom was going to appear again
"He takes wrestles in another quarter-moon," the heavy white tom said. "Why? Do you what to place a bet on him?"
The blue-she cat smiled slightly, and then looked up at the stars through one of the holes in the roof. "Yes, something like that."
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Well, what do you guys think? I think that my writing is complete and total crap, but I'm my biggest critic. And just for notice, this will be my shortest chapter in the series. Can you guys please send me reviews and let me know how you feel about this story. Thanks!
-Jack Holmes
