Caesar's Moon

Chapter 23: Chapter 22: Categories

In the morning, inside the Balland and Barnes Bakery as the bakery was bustled with warm smells, Caesar moved behind the counter with her fingers dusted in flour.

She then boxed up a tray of pastries, placed it on the front display, and returned to kneading the dough.

During her work, Caesar spoke in her heart.

"Gura just announced she got a call from Balland and he will not be coming because he’s got some issues to settle.

She says he is not sure when he’ll be done. That it might take days so until then, he is going to remain absent.

Odd. Really odd. I wonder what they are, though? The issues... What are they?

Do they have anything to do with me? Do those issues involve the Mizukais and helping me?

He once told me that he is risking his neck for me to get me help."

While Caesar was working , two coworkers standing afar which were a fair skinned blonde male human and a dark skinned female beastfolk with black hair were discussing with each other.

"Did you watch yesterday’s match? The one with Nero Rogue? It was crazy!" The fair skinned blonde male said.

"Hold on. You actually watch that thing?" A dark skinned female beastfolk with black hair asked, "You didn’t strike me as that kind of person."

"Usually, I’m not, but with the scandal that has been going on especially with the affiliate, I couldn’t help but check it out." The man replied.

"Affiliate?" The female beastfolk asked.

"Yeah. There is an affiliate... A Mizukai affiliate. They say she skipped the company’s development center and entered straight into the ring."

"Really? I heard the news that years ago, the Mizukais joined the list of sponsors for that company, but now they are bringing in someone to represent them?"

"Yeah, they are. And from what I’ve heard, she wasn’t the first. Someone came before her but it doesn’t matter." The human replied, "Man, that match was so good, yet messed up!"

"Hold on. They had someone before and now they are bringing in another person? Who is this affiliate? The current one, I mean." The female beastfolk said.

"The same one who almost sent Ruz to the other side." The human replied.

Hearing that answer, the beastfolk’s eyes widened.

"Wait! You’re not serious? Her?! As in Caesar Moon!!!"

"Keep it down, would ya." The human replied.

The female beastfolk turned her gaze and smiled nervously which made the human turn his own gaze and saw Caesar was staring at them, realizing that she overheard them.

"Oh." The human said.

The two quickly turned their faces away and resumed working like nothing happened.

Caesar shifted her attention back to the dough she was kneading. While kneading, Balland’s face replayed in her head which led her to narrow her eyes.

Hours later in the afternoon, within the bounds of the Sanity gym, Caesar stood in the ring with Cedric, wearing a black midriff top, black leggings and white sneakers with black accents, while Cedric wore a black tank top with black shorts and black sneakers.

"Didn’t think you’d show up today." Cedric said while stretching his arms.

"And repeat what happened with Nero? No way." Caesar replied, "If I’m going to get better and stronger then I need to bring my ass here everyday. Whether I want to or not."

"Hmmm. I like that." Cedric said, "If only the guy I was training earlier showed that kind of fire then I would have put more efforts into his training."

Cedric then slammed his palms against each other enthusiasticly and spoke.

"Okay, let’s start! In your match against Nero Rogue, you did well despite your loss.

You used everything I taught you with the little time we had.

The punches, the grapples, everything."

"Though the hair pulling was a foul but against Nero, you get a thumbs up from me." Cedric said with a smile as he closed his eyes, "So next time if you meet him again after the one year suspension, please pull his balls and if you can... Crush it."

"It’d be good to see that flith-bag getting what he deserves." Cedric continued as he slightly tilted his head while still smiling.

The words and smile from Cedric made Caesar stare at him with a blank face and an arched brow.

"But wouldn’t that get me disqualified?" Caesar asked, "Come to think of it, since I arrived here, i have been getting struck on my sissy.

Cardinal punched me there, Nero slapped, kneed and kicked me there and yet none of them got disqualified."

"That’s because it wasn’t a blatant strike." Cedric replied.

"Huh?" Caesar said in confusion.

"In the rules, if you outrightly swing on your opponents groin, your gonna get disqualified by the ref without a second thought unless it is a no disqualification match and in a no DQ... Anything goes. Well almost anything." Cedric said, "Now in a standard match, if you place your opponent in a hold and go after their vital spot, you won’t get disqualified for that but you’ll get a warning from the ref for illegal strike or whatever.

A repeated strike to that spot while your opponents are locked will fetch you a warning count to stop and let go. Refusal to comply leads to a disqualification.

It’s kinda a loophole we learnt to exploit"

"Though, I must say not every ref is like that." Cedric continued as he scratched his beard, "Some refs will disqualify you immediately after the first warning.

The only moves that seems not to count as an illegal strike is an atomic drop or the inverted one. You know... The one Nero performed on you twice with his knee."

Caesar immediately recalled both scenes of the inverted atomic drop as she dropped groin-first on Nero’s knee.

"So the request, If it’s going to happen in a standard match, be sure to crush it before the count of five but in a no disqualification... You got nothing to worry about." Cedric said while smiling.

Caesar’s left brow twitched while she stared at Cedric with a blank face.

"Besides, going below the belt is a common thing in the ero-ring. In an average match, expect to be struck down there one or two times... At the minimum." Cedric continued, "Just hope you don’t get struck down there after getting a marking point or your opponent getting an ero-capture from you because at the moment that happens... You know... After the marking point or your opponent getting an ero-capture, you become hypersensitive.

Raw to everything including pain, and trust me ’unpleasant’ would be an understatement for how terrible the pain would be when your opponent swings on that spot.

The prettiest way I can explain the experience is like adding salt on a wound.

But you’ve felt it before in your match against Nero. Just expect more of that feeling in your career.... Maybe worse."

Hearing those words from Cedric, Caesar stared down at her groin.

"A word of warning: groin trauma is quite common in ero-wrestling. Too common. So expect a lot of them in your average match." Akari’s voice replayed in Caesar’s head.

After the remembrance, Caesar narrowed her eyes.

"I guess it wouldn’t be odd for me to get a cup, right?" Caesar asked Cedric as she raised her head to gaze at him.

Cedric’s brow arched as he stayed silent at Caesar’s question. Without a need for an answer, Caesar stared down at her groin again and sighed.

"Of course. It would affect me in the ero-aspects. Great. Just great."

"Enough talk about that. Let’s get down to business." Cedric said, "Now as I was saying, you used the little I taught you very well. The punches, the grapples, everything. But right now, I want to dive into something deeper. Something I didn’t get to teach and explain because of the time limit.

Today, we’re gonna find out what of category of ero-wrestling you fall under"

"Category?" Caesar asked.

"Yeah. In EBW we have categories of ero-wrestling.... Styles as you may say." Cedric answered, "We have the ’powerhouses’... They are all muscles and domination.

We got the ’high flyers’: those bastards are fast and agile as hell; they do all kinds of flying high stunts that would leave them in the graveyard.

We got the ’brawlers or bruisers’: A class of pure aggression and throwing hands... Which is what I fall under.

We got the ’technicals’: They excel quite well in grappling, holds and precision. That class is also fucking good at reversals. Seriously you’d be doing one shit and boom, they’ve reversed cleanly.

Then we got the ’ero-specialists’: That class is uniquely EBW. They are so good in understanding the bodies of their opponents and using their opponents sensitivity against them.

Seriously, an ero-specialist could have like a hundred ways to make you cum and win the match."

"They could also have a million ways to gain a marking point. Damn those bastards." Cedric continued as he turned his face away and tilted his head down.

"With that being said, once I learn what category you fall under, I’ll be able to train you to the best of my abilities(Please be a brawler)." Cedric said as he raised his head to gaze at Caesar, "But! In order to do that, I might have to be a little rough with you.

You ready?"

Caesar stretched her neck and took a grappling stance.

"Ready." Caesar answered.

"Oooh! Didn’t have that kind of fire before. I like it." Cedric said with a grin.

"Alright then!" Cedric continued as he slammed his fist against his palm, "Let’s see where you belong."

Elsewhere within a well furnished living room, a bulky male shadow figure was sitting on a couch while talking on a phone.

"Amalia Xin... You know... I really wanted to fight Nero. I really wanted to make that little mutt quiver like a puppy in the ring." The male said.

"You know that’s not how EBW works." Amalia Xin replied from the phone.

"I know, I know. Intergender 1v1’s. The only time EBW allows same sex matches are in mixed tags and multi-man." The man said, "And since the fans were given the power to decide my opponent for the upcoming pay per view, there isn’t much you can do, right?"

"My work is simply logistics and talent management. At the end of the day, there is only so much I can do." Amalia Xin answered, "The ones who have the real power are the higher ups of the company, not me."

"I understand." The male said.

"Good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other talents to deal with." Amalia Xin said.

Amalia hung the phone, leaving silence to sit in the air.

"What a shame. After years of being absent from the company, I really wanted to break Nero in the ring." The male spoke in his mind, "They could have booked a triple threat or fatal four way and I would have knocked out the females backstage and take my time in tearing that little dog into pieces... But they instead booked him against the new girl.

And thanks to the madman Cedric and EBW suspending him for a year, it seems I’ll have to forget about him for now."

"However..." The male continued as he raised his phone to look at the screen, "This new girl seems to be pretty interesting."

On the screen of his phone was an EBW website with a voting poll, having the images of female wrestlers and the percentage voted.

"Yes. Very interesting." The male continued as Caesar’s image had the voting percentage of 93.

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