Angela "Kitty" the catgirl

Angela “Kitty” Coco
4’ 10”
Age: 18
race- white
Hair: pink
Green eyes
good girl
C cup breast
Mostly lean, but chubby where she needs it
Possesses natural cat’s ears and tail

Attire: usually a pink singlet

History: a girl imbued with cat-like traits from a mad scientist in the league. He intended to use her enhanced abilities to rule the league, but she quickly left his command for her own interests. Too naïve to have wishes for evil, she came to wrestle for sport alone. Her cat-like nature makes her somewhat absentminded or easily distracted, but she has **** ferocity when dealing with her enemies. She can even become quite beast-like when pushed hard enough.

As part of her genetic mutation, Kitty is far stronger than her natural state, matching a full grown, healthy woman. She also possesses unmatched speed and balance, capable of impossible feats of agility. She also possesses retractable claws in her nails, but is normally hesitant to use them if she can. Also has a tail and cat ears growing from her hair.

Moves: Kitty has amazing agility and balance, and is far stronger than her looks would suggest. She has extremely high energy, but most notably possesses short claws and fangs. She also has a tail for various uses, mostly helping in submissions or fucking her opponent.

Purr ‘Plex: speedily moves behind her opponent and performs a German suplex.

Labial Pierce: while fingering her opponent, she stealthily brings out her claws and pinches down on their pussy.

Tiger Paw: leaps nimbly into the air, usually from the top rope, then accurately lands fist-first on her enemy. Usually targets their groin

Pussyfooting: holds onto her enemy’s legs and spreads them apart, stomping rapidly at their crotch

You find her in her dressing room, which is done up like a child’s bedroom. There is pink and lace and dollies all over, including a few pet toys. There’s even a food bowl on the ground, with some half-eaten ice cream in it.

“Nyaaa!” Kitty meows suddenly, leaping from the floor by your feet and pouncing you to the carpet. She nuzzles you with her face before blinking suddenly. “Oh. Sorry, I got excited. You’re here for the question thingy?”
“Yea.”
“Ah sorry.” She bustles you over to a large, comfy chair, the curls up on your lap. “Go ahead,” she encourages, purring softly as she rubs up against you as you try and fight off your erection.