Wrestle Princess: Re-Wreleased

[Mr Hoo]

Carl went over to him and immediately started giving him attention, "What's wrong, kitten? Wanna tell daddy?" he asked.

[BabyGabrial]

He shook his head  and hugged his daddy. "No like." He just nestling him and clinging to him. He was having fun when everyone was playing in the sand, so they don't exactly have to leave yet.

[Mr Hoo]

Carl got the picture and reassured him, "Don't worry, kitten. You don't have to play in the water if you don't want to. I'll tell the other kids. Alright?" he asked.

[BabyGabrial]

"Pwomise?" Gabriella asks as he sniffles and rubs his eyes. Between the playing, sun, and crying after some form of a traumatic experience, Gabriel probably could use a little nap in the shade.

[Mr Hoo]

"Promise." Carl told him. After getting him out of the changing room, he explained everything to the others. They understood and respected Gabby's wishes to not go anywhere near the water.

[BabyGabrial]

They played with him as need be or let him be if he wanted. If anyone wanted to go in the water they would rotate or take Gabby to the caregivers and let them decide. All was forgiven, and they had a good time overall.

Soon everyone cleaned off, showered, and went out for dinner together. Gabby sat between his friends and they played a bit even if they were supposed to be more adult at the moment. While they waited for food to arrive Maxie started looking at his phone. Gabby was talking up Ashley, but soon Maxie tapped him on his shoulder. When he turned Maxie took Gabby to Carl. "Uh....I think you both are supposed to see this." Maxie said nervously. He holds up his phone to show a paused video. The video title is the real attention grabber. "187 Meet About The Principality."

[Mr Hoo]

Carl scoffed and took the phone while saying, "Let me see that." He then clicked the play button to watch what these chumps had to say.

[BabyGabrial]

The video starts in a dark room, illuminated by one light above a table. In the background you can see brick walls, a pool table, and the American, Mexican, and Puerto Rican flags pinned up. Under the sole light in the room is a single round table with eight chairs. 

A chubby cat in a button down shirt, shades, and forward turned burett comes and takes a seat at the table. "In this world of professional wrestling." The chubby cat starts, with a light Latin American accent. "Anything can happen. You can reach for the sun, claim wealth and fame beyond your wildest dreams, and build a familia to share it with." He says as he smirks at the camera. "Many people know who I am. But you don't, do you? In my heyday in this sport, they called Senturion De Maximo. A former Campeón Del Mundo, World Heavyweight Champion." The cat chuckles and leans back."Those were the days, those were the days." He laughs out before leaning forward, and putting his hands on the table. "Many say that would be my greatest moment. Reaching the mountain top, and that may be true. However, my proudest moment, is something you may become familiar with one day. That is fostering, nurturing, and building someone else to climb the mountain." Senturion stares at the camera for a moment, it's like he's not recording himself, but trying to have a conversation with someone.

"Let me introduce you to mi familia, The 187." He claps his hands and two young wirehair cats rocking Puerto Rican bandanas come out and sit down at the table. One sits next to Senturion, the other sits with a chair in between himself and Senturion. "This is the third generation, of The 187. My youngest boys." Senturion gestures to the one next to him. "I believe you've already had the pleasure of meeting one of them. Angelo Oscuro, striking out on his own, maybe when he was just short of being ready." Senturion pats Angelo's shoulder "You'll get another opportunity, Miho. Just be patient, and be ready to do what is right." Senturion turns back to the camera and gestures to the other wire hair cat. "You haven't met him, but this is Diablo Ligero. I took him in when he was out starting street fights to pay for his papi's hospital bills. I trained him, molded him, gave him a way out through Lucha." Senturion takes a breath. "Together these two get closer and closer to becoming world tag team champions. I couldn't be prouder. They carry the 187 name with honor, and heart. However, they aren't the only ones." Two more men come into frame.

They both look much older than Angelo and Diablo. One is a large pit bull in a white beater, and the other is a coyote with his face covered with two bandanas. "Let me introduce you to the OG'z. First generation, the men I started this little outfit with." Senturion gestures to the large pit bull who takes a seat away from Angelo. "Jesus Astro,, a true journeyman, busting his ass up and down the road for this sport." He then gestures to the coyote who sits next to his fellow OG. "Asesinato, a true outlaw to the end. One of the most respected men in the business. You can ask any locker room. Together, these two have won seven World Tag Team Championships and have comepeted for national level gold as singles competitors."  He gestures between the OG'z and the 3rd generation. "However, as you can see there's some problems here. Some things don't add up. There are two things wrong here. First, there is conflict between generation. Second, there is a missing piece to this puzzle.

Two more men come in and take seats immediately. One looks a bit in between the other two generations in terms of age. The other seems almost as old as Senturion. The youngrr one is a large Rottweiler with a backwards, and the older one is a smaller Humming bird wearing a pancho. "These two, are the second generation of The 187, the ones I took a more...hands off approach with. Let them handle themselves like men. Let me introduce you to" He gestures to the hummingbird "Gory Pelea Jr, a member of the legendary Pelea family. You cannot mention Lucha Libre royalty without the word Pelea coming from your mouth, and Gody Junior lives up that namesake." He then looks over to the Rottweiler. "And uh...speaking of royalty. King Teddy. Don't let the name fool you. He's as hard as they come feel his head if you wanna check for yourself. I should have kept a tight leash on him, and I paid the price." He looks back at the camera.

"Just goes to show that family comes in all types of variety. But with variety comes volatility." The camera pans around at the six men all eying each other. "Gentlemen, there has been a lot a beef between three generations under the 187. However, I believe it is time to set that beef aside and unite under a common cause. One Mr. Rick Bishop came to me with a proposition. You see, in the Empire State, there's a little upstart group that's gaining a cult following. They call themselves The Principality. Led by Princesa Gabriella Angel." Angelo Oscuro looks down with his fists balled up. Something interesting though is King Teddy's eyes dart over with a mean glare.

Santurion continues "Some of us know La Princesa Ardiente (The Burning Princess). Some of us know his colleagues. I believe, there's some good. Money to be made from this. Call It, war profiteering. We've all hit some bumps in the road. Some of owe a few favors. But if 187 comes together as familia. Then many problems go away." He suggests to the table.

There is an air of silence as he waits for any of the six men to respond. "I got a question." Everyone turns to Teddy who's glaring with his feet up on the table. "You talkin' bout fightin' for money, powah, settlin' deals. I wanna know why I should give a flyin' fuck about these guys? What about these guys should make me waste my freakin' time? I can get paid anywhere in this stinkin' country. That's the American dream. But you ain't said a damn reason why I gotta bother with these Principality shit stains, much less why I gotta play nice with anyone in this room to do it." He states making Senturiom to snicker. 

"Teddy my boy, you sure know how to ask a question. Alright, I think you'll find your answer in their leader. You see, King Teddy, and Princess Gabby,are a lot alike. But talking to you is worse than talking to the brick wall behind me. So stick around, and find out for yourself." Teddy glares at Senturion, but he also has a look of curiosity. 

Astro pipes in next "If you ask me, it just sounds like your getting payback for your little boy not bein' able to get the job done at the Rookie Tournament. He lost, now you want all of us to send the puta that beat him and they whole crew six feet deep." That ticked Angelo off and made him pop up. "You don't know shit about Gabby! Your mediocre ass couldn't take him on your best day! I know what to do to beat him!" Angelo yelled making Asesino stand up "Little boy, you better stay in a child's place! If you could do it! Then you should have done it!" Diablo gets up to defend his brother "We'll do both your old asses in right now!"

"TRANQUILO!" This prompts everyone to turn to Senturion. "Let's all settle down. We're here for peace with each other. Angelo, Diablo. You boys are talented beyond belief, but you still have much to learn. Angelo, you'll get another chance. Astro, Asesino. This is for all of our benefit. Do it as a favor of our friendship. Teddy, Junior. I think you'll get more from this than you first think."  A group of scantily clad women come and pour the six of them shots of tequila. "I declare a toast, to a new day for the 187!" He says as his boys raise their glasses and declare "For the 187!" Then they throw their shots back.

"So uh....where's your glass, Mistah War And Peace!" Teddy asks staring at the glassless Senturion. "I won't be taking my drink yet. You see, I want to first have a glass with a certain someone. After all we have much to discuss." He turns to the camera. "I've united my troops. Why don't you bring yours and have a round with me?" He pats the empty eighth chair next to him. "I saved you a seat...Carl." the video fades to black.

[Mr Hoo]

Carl stared at the blank screen with a dead stare. One that eventually turned to pure hatred. He knows he was being called out be these guys, but he wasn't going to fall into their trap. One thing he learned from his days on the streets is that you should let your prey come to you, not the other way around. "Carl? You alright?" Maxie asked.

Carl simply handed the phone back to him, "Fucking gringos. Chumps like that belong in the barrio, not the ring. They undermine me by having the gall to call me out like that? All of us out? As if. We don't have to meet with anyone if we don't want to. It's obviously a trap. They can just sit back and suck their tacos and tequila and just deal with it. And that is my statement to them. If they want to meet, we'll do it in the ring. That's how we do things where we come from, none of this showman crap. Asshats..."

Everyone at the table was silent for a while after that. Mostly because of Carl's blatant racism, but also for the way in which he expressed his distain for these punks. To Carl, it didn't matter who or where you came from. If you can't back up your words with the right actions, then you're useless to him. Just another wannabe punk who deserves to be forgotten. Those guys for example.

[BabyGabrial]

Gabriel hugged his daddy to try and calm him down. Even going as far as sitting in his lap, and purring like a pretty kitty. The mood eventually lightened up after a few changes in conversation. Soon everyone said their goodbyes.

Needless to say, by the next morning Gabby's phone, and Carl's email was blown up. This was a huge amount of attention. Journalists asking about the possible match. Promoters wanting to know if they signed anything finalizing a match. Principality members wanting to know what the next step is, and of course Rick Bishop, declaring that video that has gone viral in the wrestling community, as his proof to Gabby. 

Gabby responded to his Principality members, letting them all know to stay silent on the issue and that his Daddy doesn't want to meet with Senturion or the newly united 187. There was a definite mix of responses between the other five members.

"Them uniting sent a wave across American Pro Wrestling." Gabby explains to his daddy as he lays by his feet scratching at a ball of yarn. "187 is a group nearly two decades old with success in national level promotions, and one of the most successful Latino groups in America. That alone would get attention." He states. "Add to it, the three generations having been at war with each other for a while. To call peace to focus on a group most people haven't heard of, probably......"He stops to clearly mess his diaper. "Got......a lot....of people.....curious!" He grunts out. Ironical his potty face looks like he's trying to get out a fur ball. 

[Mr Hoo]

Carl got to work with helping his kitten fill his diaper by giving him belly rubs, "I got that part well and good, kitten. That's the thing though, they're doing this for clout. They're probably trying to pull us into some sort of scam disguised as a deal. We can't afford to take any risks. Despite our success, we're still very unknown to the general public. They have name recognition and they know how to use it." Carl eventually got his kitten to mess so he could get him changed, where he continued his conversation, "Once we sign on anything with them, they'll have the leverage over us. They might possibly end all the good momentum we have going. We'll fade into obscurity and lose everything. I'm not about to let that happen. Not now."

[BabyGabrial]

"I know Dada." Gabby calmly states as he lays back. He purrs and smiles up at Carl. Hard to tell if it is because he just trusts his daddy's judgement that much, or if he's happy to get his butt wiped up.  "Keep an eye out at the tournament." Little kitten tells his daddy. It seemed like just a random reminder that they have other business right now that probably should take priority. Then again, Gabriel at points has proven to be wiser than he let's on. There's no telling how much deep thinking goes on in that pretty little head of his.

[Mr Hoo]

Carl knew that deep down, Gabby had a mature side to him. Heck, he did have a mature side, but his baby side held prominence over his personality. Carl didn't mind it that much, he loved him this way. He finished the change and set Gabby down. He was right, all they could do now is focus on the upcoming event.

[BabyGabrial]

Said upcoming event came up soon. It was time for the round of 32 in the United States Rookie Tournament. Gabriella was backstage by himself. His daddy was watching the merch table. This left Gabriel alone. Alone with his own thoughts. Alone with questions. Alone when he may be on the verge of a war on two fronts. One enemy he can guess would try and take him out if they caught him slipping. The other side, he doesn't know on that level. His daddy rejected Senturion's offer, and Gabby hasn't been allowed to respond to the video. Will that allow this to blow over, or was this situation a pot over a flame. Getting ready to boil.

[Mr Hoo]

Carl himself didn't care what came. He has faced worse things in his life, death being one of them. If those 187 guys want to prove themselves, they do so like men. However, one part of Carl couldn't shake the fact that they might take it out on Gabby. Although, that would be a huge mistake on their part. When it came to those who picked on or even hurt Gabby deliberately, Carl was a time bomb. A small furry ball of rage that will show no mercy.

[BabyGabrial]

For now, Gabby needed to worry more about the immediate threats. Everyone currently still in the tournament. Including BlackJack, Bronze Frankenstein, and especially Desmond Blade III. They're not even who he faces tonight. Tonight he has Andre Evans. A high flyer with definite athletic talent, and much experience along with youthful energy. Nothing to sleep on. Ironically Gabby took a nap before being called for bell time.

[Mr Hoo]

He was called up and brought to gorilla position before the announcer made their calls.

[BabyGabrial]

Gabriel is called to go out first. His theme hits and he skips out wearing his orange and pink Burning Princess gear. The crowd cheers as he has a bit more buzz. Despite lack of response, more eyes were on Gabby thanks to his enemies and potential rivals ironically. "The following second round match up is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from the Boroughs Of Empire State, weighing in at 179 Ibs, Burning Princess GAAAAAAAAAABBYYYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAANGEEEEEEEL!" Gabriel twirls in the center of the ring and curtsies as his music fades. 

Some rap-rock hits as the crowd cheers again, but not as much. Andre Evans sprints out down the ramp and high fives fans. "And his opponent, from Tar Heel State. Weighing in at 155 Ibs, Andre Evans!" The koala bear jumps over the ropes and hits a backflip before throwing his arms up. His music fades as he turns to Gabby who is staying warmed up. This tournament match starts now!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

[Mr Hoo]

Andre dashes in and slides between Gabby's legs before rebounding off the ropes and hitting a dropkick right to the back. After Gabby falls down, he jumps up and hits a elbow strike to the shoulder blade. He quickly gets up and puts some distance between himself and his padded opponent while considering his next strike.

 

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[BabyGabrial]

Gabby gets on all fours and holds his back. Andre jumps over the ropes to the ring apron, and waits for Gabby to slowly get up. When he does, Andre springboards in, only for Gabby to reveal that it was a fake out, and jumps up hitting a dropkick and backflipping landing on his feet.

Andre rolls out of the ring and Gabby runs the ropes. It looks like Gabby was about to suicide dive, bit Andre smartly jumps in the ropes and kicks him in the head. This makes Gabby fall back to a sitting position. Andre tries to springboard in again, but Gabby grabs his arm and pulls him down into a Hammer Lock.

Gabby attempts to slow down the pace of the match by transitioning the submission into a Cattle Mutilater. He flips and gets the hold in, but Andre scoots his body to the ropes, and gets a foot on the bottom rope. The ref yells at Gabby to let go, so the Princess does so. They both get to their feet, with Andre stretching his shoulder after those holds. Gabby waits in the center of the ring, trying to make sure they wrestle his type of match.

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[Mr Hoo]

Andre was not about to let that happen though. He sprinted in and made it look like he was going low, but then jumped up, hitting a hurricana. While Gabby was down, the koala gave a hard kick to the side of the head before pulling Gabby up and slamming him head-first on the mat. He then dragged the princess to the ropes and performed a flying splash from the middle rope. He then applied a lock on Gabby's arm, being sure to work his shoulder more.

 

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[BabyGabrial]

The back and forth action is exciting the fans in attendance, though something else may have them excited as well. Andre was doing well, until he, ironically, tried to outwrestle Gabby. Andre was faster, no doubt, but he failed to see what had Gabby keep turning the tide. Gabby was grabbing him, and locking him down. So, this arm breaker, that Andre attempted, got him rolled onto his back for a pin attempt. "One-Two-Kickout!"

Andre had to let go of the arm to get his shoulder up for the kick out. Gabriella didn't let a strained arm slow him down though, Gabby dove in, and hooked the head for a front headlock. From there, hit a gater roll to flatten him out and weaken his neck. Gabby climbs Andre climbs up his body, and grabs him by the waist. Then, shockingly, Gabby pops to his feet and hosts Andre up into a gut wrench. Gabby walks around with Andre dangling from his arms, before flipping him around and slamming him on the mat.

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[Mr Hoo]

Andre wasn't going out just yet. Though he was in pain, he still swept Gabby's feet from under him. He dragged him to the ropes and planted a knee to the neck. Just when Gabby was on his hands and knees gasping for breath, the koala ran back and performed and 619, sending Gabby on his back. He still wasn't finished, though. With Gabby still near the ropes, Andre climbed to the middle and did an elbow strike to the shoulder yet again. He learned his lesson to not crawl into Gabby's playpen and put some distance again, this time getting himself set on the ring apron.

 

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[BabyGabrial]

Gabriel rolled onto his stomach so he wouldn't be able to be pinned. He cringed and held his shoulder. The strikes to it were paying dividends for his opponent. Gabby got to a low stance, on one knee, and tried to shoot in on his opponent, but Andre dove over Gabby, so Gabby rolled forward and did a hand stand against the ropes. He tried to use the momentum to bounce back for his Angel Wing Cutter, but Andre dodge rolled, and jumped on the middle rope while Gabby had fallen in his back. Andre went for a Inverted 450° Splash, and it connects. Andre goes for the pin. "One-Twp-Th-Kickout!"

Back and forth, back and forth. These two are not holding back. Technical prowess vs high flying specifically, a beautiful clash of styles. Andre went and climbed to the top turnbuckle.he stood high, and was ready to fly. Sadly for him, Gabby clipped his wings but kipping up, and pushing Andre's legs off the top rope making him land crotch first on the turnbuckle.

Gabby stepped through the ropes onto the apron, and climbed up to the top with Andre. He hooked the koala by the head and neck, and was clearly going for a dangerous superplex. Andre held onto the turnbuckle, but Gabby headbutted him, and got his grip loose. From there, Gabby lifted him up high, and they both came crashing down onto the apron with a nasty looking Superplex. 

As they lay on the floor and the ref calls to see if they're OK, Gabby holds his back, only half regretting what he just did. However, when he looks up, he is only half suprised to see who is in the front row of the crowd. All of 187, over there sitting or leaning over the guard rail. King Teddy stood out as he say with his feet on the guard rail. On the outside he looks uninterested, but he hasn't taken his eyes of Gabby. Neither has Angelo Oscuro. Gabby looks at them before scooting away. He slowly gets up. They aren't exactly hopping the guard rail to attack him, but Gabby can't be too cautious. He was sadly distracted enough that Andre grabs him from behind, and throws him into the guard rail before tossing the Princess back into the ring to continue their match.

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[Mr Hoo]

He follows this up by jumping on Gabby with another splash, making sure to put a knee to the princess' lower back. Gabby was picked up one more time and tossed into a turnbuckle. Once there, he was pelted with a hard blows to the head and shoulders before the back of his head was grabbed and planted right onto the mat. Andre drags Gabby away from the ropes before slingshoting himself from them and planting a flying knee into the side of Gabby's head while he was trying to get back up. Believing that the padded grappler was down for a nap, he went for the pin.

 

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