Rose Meets Royalty - Amy Rose Vs Chase Hunter (No DQ Match)

[Cosmos]

Legs flopping down once the cheetah releases her, Amy rubs the back of her neck tenderly to try and soothe away some of the pain. Though her eyes are clenched shut in pain, she can tell that Chase is looming over her. Call it a girl's intuition. Her eyelids flutter open to see her guess is right. She expects a further assault - though it never comes. He's examining her like a bug under a microscope. Interest? Curiosity? She's somewhat flattered, despite having just been suplexed. That blush is still sticking to her face - "Oh gosh, what if he notices...?!"

With how bad she is at keeping secrets, it's a wonder she's still trying to hide her thirty-second old crush. Chase leans over the girl, and her heart skips several beats as his left hand lingers over it. His right arm scoops up her leg, drawing it high into the air. The prince regards her with an expression - one that Amy can't quite place. It's almost like he's unsure how to proceed. Until he taunts her, just a tad.

She blinks in confusion. His words don't quite register her. But the sound of the canvas being struck, along with a single word being called out, certainly sink in.

"One!"

"Wait a second...is he pinning me? This early?!"

The burst of adrenaline is sudden and swift. She thrusts her shoulders up, hands pressing into Chase's own chest. The prince is shoved off - not roughly, but enough to tell him that she's far off from letting this end. "Y'know...I give you the benefit of the doubt, but I've gotta be real for a second..." Huffing slightly, rolling onto her hands and knees as she peers at him. "Trying to pin a good girl like me down when the match has barely started? That's gotta sting more than anything you've said so far, Chase Hunter."

Oh yes. They could be on full name terms if he wanted it that way. In Amy's mind, it added to the sexual tension between the pair.

[CyanDimitrik]

Her hands find his chest, and somehow, someway, it hits his mind as extra-curricular. Maybe it's because he knows she's fascinated with him. Maybe it's because she's started to get his interest. Either way, the hands on his body hit a little different than typical struggling. The result remains the same, though: he's pushed back onto his knees.

"No fall! One-count!," calls the referee.

"Then I'll have to fix that." Chase collects himself, standing at full regal height again, and reaches low to take Amy's chin into his hand. If successful, he just... leads her up to her full height. It's less brutish than pulling her by the hair, but it feels more domineering to him in a fun way.

She kicked out. She does want to keep in the match. She's chosen to get beaten up more, to fight with him. He can appreciate that. Or-- wait, what? Since when does he appreciate that kind of thing? He prefers a show of absolute conquest over an opponent, which usually means finishing them as quickly as possible. With Amy, he's wanting to extend the moment more. Maybe to test how durable her interest in him really is? He isn't even sure, himself, what his deal is right now.

But once she's standing, he draws back his right arm before - SMACK! - chopping the girl hard across the chest, just beneath her collar!

And if he can get away with it, another chop follows to sear against the fur! Then another! All to march the girl back against the ropes!

[Cosmos]

It's the closest Amy has come so far to being annoyed with Chase. Or angry for that matter. He might be super attractive, a total heartthrob, a bad boy-wait. What is she saying? Ugh, focus! Getting lost in feelings and emotions is why he thinks he can get away with pinning her so easily!

He stands tall and reaches for her chin, holding it gently. Guiding her up to her full height, those icy blue pearls peering into her own emerald eyes. It's like a scene out of a romance flick, or a shoujo manga. And it makes the girl forget all about what Chase just did. She gulps, her throat suddenly dry, the blush as pink as her fur. She isn't aware of the debate taking place within his head, the questions he's asking himself.

The prince's right arm veers backwards. It strikes her across her chest with a hard chop. "Yeow!" The resounding CLAP echoes around the arena, and is repeated as Chase keeps up the assault. Repeatedly chopping her, her breasts jiggling from each contact. "Ow! Hey!"

Her back falls against the ropes, with her arms folding over the very top of them. Her chest is stinging hard from successive abuse. Amy is panting, head slumped over, trying to breathe through the pain and get her bearings. But she doesn't even seem fully aware of the position she's currently in.

[CyanDimitrik]

Each lash of his hand across her delicate chest earns a whoop from the audience, appreciating the savage sight of an arrogant royal battering a sweet girl. Each stroke sends her back bit by bit, until her arms find the ropes at either side, presenting her body more to him than even before. And Chase doesn't shy back from her for a second, keeping the forward momentum to press his chest tight against the plush curves of her breasts, sternum to sternum.

The tilt of his head brings his icy blue gaze back to her bright greens while his hands snake in beneath the ropes to grab her wrists from below, restraining her against the cables. No disqualification? No referee to interrupt him. He can do whatever he likes with her, so long as she can't mount a defense! And for now, it's... hold her there and try to figure her out. Just for a second!

"Not regretting getting in the ring with me, are you?," he asks suddenly, his voice low enough to be more intimate between them. That question isn't for anyone else in the house. Not even the referee. He's genuinely curious about her, about where her mind is in the match. "Because... if pinning you early was a problem, I'm happy to tell you..."

He begins pulling on her wrists, straining her arms against the ropes for a gradual burn.

"...I plan on taking my time now. Enjoying this."

[Cosmos]

Her chest might be covered, but Amy can feel it swelling from the relentless knife chops that Chase delivered to her. As she falls against the ropes, the cheetah is swiftly against her. Those defined pecs rubbing against her breasts, causing her heart to skip several beats. When his cold eyes meet her own, it only serves to make the scene that much more intimate. A lovestruck girl caught against a prince, one with an icy, downright glacial gaze. Even as he seizes her wrists to restrain her in that position, her curiosity questions how to defrost his exterior. Was such a thing even possible? Many would say no. But to Amy...maybe, just maybe...it was worth the effort to see the real Chase Hunter under it.

He pauses for a moment, instead of unleashing another attack. Trying to weigh up his options, maybe? Reflect on this moment? No. Instead, he asks an abrupt question. Almost a whisper, one that the audience or the referee wouldn't be able to discern. Her eyes flutter, a little perplexed. But it adds to the sensuality of it all. Does he ask this to every opponent he faces? Or just her? She feels him start to tug on her wrists, grinding her arms against the ropes. The cables dig into her fur, her teeth gritting as she literally feels the burn the cheetah is forcing on her.

"No..." Amy manages to articulate, despite the pain she's currently fighting against. The pain is clear in her emerald eyes as she peers into his chilly blues. "Because...either way...I still got to meet you..." Her arms might have been restrained, but not her legs. To show Chase that this was still a serious affair for her, she would attempt to ram her knee into his gut. Though she secretly enjoyed how up close and personal they were, she would need to create some distance between the pair if she wanted to stay in this match.

Besides, what's that old saying again? Absence makes the heart grow fonder?

[CyanDimitrik]

As Chase grinds the girl's arms into the ropes, letting the cables burn against her fur and skin and the restraints strain the joints and muscle of her sinewy limbs, he can't help but consider how delicate she feels in his hands. He's wrestled plenty of females in this federation. Soem might say more than his fair share. But he's never really taken a moment to acknowledge the femininity of them contrasting against his masculinity.

Her response snaps him back to attention. No? No? He's physically hurting her right now, at this very second, and it's a no? ..Because she still got to meet him? What is this? What is her deal? The perplexity plays on his face for just the few bare moments, the icy blues studying the greens with just the slightest of softening confusion. Right up until her knee hammers his unprotected midsection.

"Ungh!"

Her arms are instantly released, and Chase staggers back several steps from her. One arm loops his midsection as the cheetah remains bent forward.