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There was a question that remained. Why was wrestling so popular in France? The only two sports that would come to one's mind in association with France was football (soccer) or cycling. Even though wrestling served its history, it wasn't the first assumption that went in people's mind. All those views that came from France to Acmetropolis was due to one person only, and one who didn't have good intentions behind them.

In a grand mansion where he resided, there was a frivolous party that took place. A soirée that was filled with many people that came and enjoyed themselves and one that the host was on the lookout for. He didn't host these parties just for the fun of it. He wanted to find the toughest of the guests that he could use for an underground fight. However, no one knew of these fights because the defeated never made it out alive and the champion was locked away. As for the spectators, they were just as careful to not get caught either but they did pay a good amount of money to be a part of.

It had been quite the challenge trying to find that specific champion and bring him all the way to planet Earth, but having extraterrestrial connections served as a great benefit.

He walked about the busy halls of his mansion, greeting his guests and being extra charming to the ladies, who recoiled due to his not so pleasant scent. At least their spouses were kept busy as they watched the wrestling matches that was streaming live from Acmetropolis.

The Frenchman turned around looked closely at the screen. Ahh yes, a worthy opponent for his underground fights. This place, Acmetropolis, was so far away and he never thought of leaving France. It would be starting a new life all over again he knew that it would be difficult.

Once the match on the television finished, with the Twisted Spinner claimed as the winner, on came the commercial break as everyone expected. However, it was national news that caught everyone's attention.

"Nous interrompons cette émission avec les dernières nouvelles," the news reporter said, "le diamant régent et les bijoux ayant appartenu à Marie Louise ont été déclarés volés au Louvre. La police pense que le crime a peut-être été commis par La Chatte Cambrioleuse dans tout de Paris."

That was indeed national news and a tragedy for the Louvre. Over the past couple of months, Paris had been plagued by the Cat Burglar. Jewelry stores, in particular, were robbed and no one knew whom this person was. Now it had been Louvre's turn and he wondered how long it would take them to find out whom this criminal was. Not that he cared about the items being stolen but considering how he had held those underground fights and hadn't been caught yet, either the villains had become too good in hiding or the authorities just didn't live up to their potential like they used to.

He heard a light chuckle behind him as he turned around and saw whom it was. A slender woman with black hair that was nearly tied in a French twist and an elegant dress that hugged her figure stood a couple of feet away from him, her eyes glued to the television as if she knew a secret that no one else did.

Never had he seen this woman in any of the soirées that he hosted, not that he minded seeing the same faces, but this one was quite different. Curious to know who she was, he wasn't shy to walk up to her. The closer he got to her, the clearer he could see her interest upon him. He would be surprised if she didn't know who he was. It wasn't a secret that he beheld the reputation of being the Casanova in all of Paris.

"Enjoying yourself madame?" he asked as he saw her eyes slowly move from the television screen and over to him.

Her eyes slowly turned over at his direction as he hovered the glass of champagne over her lips. "Oui," she answered him. "When I heard about this little soirée being hosted by the Casanova of Pairs, I had to come and see for myself." Her French was light and evident as she spoke.

"And what do you think so far?" he asked her, taking her response as a compliment.

She remained quiet for a second as her eyes surveyed the whole environment. "Eh, I have seen better."

He gaped when she said that. Was that a joke? He hoped so! All his past parties had been a success. "You must have been to the wrong soirées ma chérie." Once a flirt, always a flirt. It was part of the personality.

She might have, but parties weren't really her favorite pastime. Solitude sounded more better than being in a house full of people that one didn't know. Why not take this man for example? All these people, did he know all of them that he had invited. To her, it seemed that not a lot of people enjoyed his presence and were probably there more for the food. "What of you?" she went ahead and asked him, "why do you host so many parties with people you don't know?"

If he were to tell her, it would be sending a message to the authorities that he was the one hosting those underground fights. Before he could answer, she interrupted him with an assumption.

"It sounds a bit lonely, oui?"

He wouldn't say so. Aside from his ancestors and to the point that he had reached, he felt that the only good company to have around was himself. "Aren't you an observant one. What makes you think that I don't know any of these people?" he asked her.

A smirk came upon her lips as she looked at him. "None of those ladies knew you when you flirted with them. Nor the gentlemen when you tried to hold a conversation with." She motioned over to the group of women whose attention were captured by their spouses as the television continued the breaking news. It was amazing how much attention the reporters were giving this 'Cat Burglar.' Wouldn't they be watching the news as well and planning out their next scheme?

The woman tapped a manicured nail against the champagne glass as she looked at the news with interest. "It's been months and they still haven't caught her," she said before taking a sip of the drink. "Some people have all the luck in getting away with it."

He turned his attention over to the screen and saw another picture of the Regent Diamond and the jewels that belonged to Empress Marie Louise and the museum curator who was devastated over the loss of those priceless items. He turned his head back towards the woman and almost blinked when she noticed the earrings that she was wearing. They were elegant enough for her and unnoticeable to anyone who didn't stand so close to her. However, if he was to compare the ones that she was wearing to the ones on screen, he would think that they were the same. Surely the ones that this woman was wearing had to be a replica. There was no way she could have gone through that intensive security to get them…could she? Though there was one thing that she said that caught his attention.

"How do you know it's a 'her?'" he asked her.

Allez! Réfléchis avant de parler Fleur! she mentally facepalmed upon the slip of the tongue. She pushed away that slight uneasy feeling before she turned her eyes upon him. "Why not?" she coolly asked him, "not all crimes are committed by one type of person."

"It seems like you're encouraging this type of behavior madame," he pointed out to her. "What would this cat burglar think when, let's say, she finds out that she has une admirateuse."

She looked at him up and down. Two could play at this game. "What would the authorities think when they find out that Paris's Casanova is hosting illegal fights?"

He was shocked upon that accusation and thanked the heavens that the guests had moved away from them and were out of earshot. He scowled as he walked up to her, grabbed her by the arm, and escorted her over to the balcony. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked her. "You're la gendarmerie?" he accused her.

It didn't take a detective to figure out who hosted those illegal fights. There were some things that could arise anyone's suspicions. A famous Casanova hosting monthly parties where wrestling was the main theme, fighters disappearing, and her being sneakily present in all those fights. She had escaped the authorities somehow and underground was a better solution that being out in the open, before heading back home. With those fights, there was nothing enjoyable in seeing others fight to the death but she really enjoyed seeing how much a person could get away with it and, from what she had seen, this man had gotten away with a lot.

"Non," she said to him with a shake of her head whilst beholding a coquette smile upon her lips, "I know what you have done and who you are…Monsieur Le Pew. You could say, je suis une admirateuse."


A/N: A quick note: Fleur Pussycat was originally a superhero in my previous works but will be AU in this story, and she's human. I was interested in exploring a villainous side of her, therefore Pierre Le Pew will remain a villain and not reformed (as in my previous works). I will say, he's the only villain that I enjoyed in the series, so we may see more of him in upcoming chapters.