Rumble In The Jungle - Pawfection Vs Chase Hunter

[Cosmos]

That impact was hard, to say the least. The cheetah leans dominantly into her, asserting his physique against the poodle. His hands linger over her shoulders, before tracing along her upper arms. What was his game? To feel her up, perhaps? Her heart thumps hard against her opponent, like a drumbeat. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Intensifying by the second.

When he pulls away, his hand reaches for her chin, mockingly tilting Faye's head. She stares into those unforgiving, cruel blue eyes - and is promptly slapped across the face. Her head jolts to the side, shock clear and visible along with pain on her expression. It takes a few seconds to register the sting in her cheek, which is no doubt reddening at this point. The crowd is booing Chase hard for that disrespectful display. The jeers only intensify as he delivers a swift jab to her belly. "Oogh!" It's not a particularly strong punch by any means, but it's a reminder of just who is in control here.

His hands grip the undersides of her thighs, hoisting the poodle up to nestle her upon the top of the turnbuckle in a seated position. The prince then ascends with her, standing upon the top ropes with his hips brushing against her face. Whether intentional or not, Faye can't help but nuzzle instinctively against him. His sheer presence is alluring. It draws her to him like honey. His left hand seizes a fistful of white headfur once more, with his right fist lifting into the air as he makes it clear to the audience that this next move is one to watch.

The poodle is too weak, too exhausted to resist. All she can do is meekly stand up with him, as Chase tugs her up by her arm and head, and brace herself for what's to come.

[CyanDimitrik]

It's bullying in its purest form, and most of the audience doesn't care for it! The fact that it's a larger male antagonizing a delicate-looking female isn't helping! Nor is the fact that she appears to be out already after the stretch he'd subjected her to. But the other, albeit smaller, section of the audience is urging it on. They came to see brutality and force, and Chase is delivering on the pair of outclassed girls.

The little nuzzling from her was noted, and it earned an internal smirk. Maybe she's into being manhandled? Maybe he's triggered some instinctual response in her? He'll have to look into that later - after she's officially his. But for now, the roaring, booing, cheering, and jeering people in the audience paid for a ticket. They're going to get the show.

His arms seize around Faye's waist, hugging the posh girl against himself. She's tall, bringing them nearly face to face. His knee lifts beneath her to walk her up to the very top ropes with him, balance keen with her slight, compliant weight. And once perched at the top, his arms redouble around her middle, leaving no space between them. And finally, using the elasticity of the ropes, he springs back with the girl! Their bodies travel in a unified arc, a single lengthy rotation of dizzying motion and weightless sensations!

...before it comes crashing down hard on the mat near Miyu's inert form. The impact shudders the ring, the two bouncing once before settling, and Faye's body taking the brunt of the fall while simultaneously being smashed by Chase's body splashing down atop her; a top rope Spanish fly, a finisher he dubbed the Coup D'Etat.

Without missing a beat, Chase releases her waist and arches himself tight against her. Knee slightly bent to nudge her leg aside, his hips press hard against hers, leaving nothing to the girl's imagination. Sleekly defined abdominals push against her flat stomach, hard pectorals mashed against the girl's breasts. His hands grab for her wrists to pin above her head, while his head lifts enough to gaze down at her face, arrogantly confident in the pin while enjoying every moment of the physical domination. Each hard breath exhaled washes warmly against the girl's muzzle.

[Cosmos]

What kind of federation promoters decided to pair up such two, inexperienced young girls against a force of nature like Chase? The audience was filled with a myriad of emotions. Some were jubilant and applauding the display. Others were making their displeasure known, booing and yelling at the cheetah for his twisted behaviour. If the officials weren't careful, there might be more fights in the actual stands amongst the audience members tonight.

The poodle whimpers faintly as the cheetah's arms curl around her waist, practically bearhugging the girl into his sleek, toned torso. Balanced upon the very top rope, she wouldn't be able to stand on them herself if the prince wasn't keeping her propped up. Those arms of his rise a little higher once they're at the summit, constricting tightly around her waist. She feels Chase's boots press down into the ropes, before he leaps backwards with her in his arms! Faye's exhausted eyes snap wide open as her vision inverts, the pair completing a somersault in mid-air before they slam down upon the canvas like a pair of falling stars.

WHAM!!

Faye shrieks in pain. An abrupt, distressed sound that comes as quickly as it ends. The ring thunders upon the combined weight of the two crashing into the canvas. Their bodies flop once, before Faye lies still, trapped under the cheetah. With her body taking the hardest of the impact between them, her spine ignites with pain. The back of her head feels like its pounding. Honestly? Even if Chase wasn't already keeping her down, she doubted she'd have been able to clamber back up onto her own two feet. That was a brutal, nasty fall. She's faintly aware that her feline tag partner is still down and out next to her. And now the poodle looks set to join her.

The cheetah's hips lean assertively against her own, eliciting a shudder and slight moan from the girl. His abs are far more defined than her own soft belly, as his toned pecs squash down against her own chest. Chase adds a final touch to the dominant spectacle as his hands seize Faye's wrists, pinning them directly above her head as his arrogant gaze falls upon her exhausted, dazed face. Her eyelids are flickering, unable to see straight. She's weary - exhausted, even, in her expression. She almost looks like she's sleeping. But she's very much aware of the prince's presence. His condescending, superior grin. His breath sliding over her muzzle like the incoming tide. She's not getting back up from this. Not a chance in hell.

Yet the referee falls to their sides, just to make it official. "1!"

[CyanDimitrik]

The impact to the mat was.. unpleasant, but pleasant at the same time. Now that Chase is settled into position over her, he can process that feeling better. A sudden stop from a high drop is always going to be jarring. But landing directly atop a soft-furred, welcoming feminine body eased the impact in interesting ways. Of course, it's only going one direction. Poor Fay is probably not enjoying being the landing pad of a male bodypress.

Or maybe she is.

The shriek suggests she wasn't. It sounded like pure pain. But the soft moan and very physical shudder told a very different story. She's responding to the sensation of being pinned tight to the mat, his body pushed hard into hers, restrained, dominated. It's the kind of reaction that makes him want to indulge in it, to really push the boundary and see what further he could elicit from the poodle.

The first count sounds off.

Chase lowers his face closer to hers, still peering out at the audience for a few seconds longer. Just to ensure everyone in attendance knows the unspoken message - she's his.

"Two!"

Finally, Chase tilts his head to look back down at the poodle. "Hope you don't mind sharing," he mutters to her. "Then again... having you two wrestle over me could be fun."

[Cosmos]

It is certainly a mixed bag for Faye as she lies pinned under the prince. Her body is exhausted, bruises forming along that white fur of hers. And yet, the proximity of her opponent's physique, pressed flush against hers, leaves nothing hidden to her. She can feel Chase's breath against her cheeks as he peers down at her. The rise and fall of his sleek abs. Her wrists locked in place by his hands. She's never felt this sensation, this thrill of being dominated. She wonders if her tag partner had gone through similar emotions when Chase had pinned her?

He tilts his gaze back to her, muttering just loud enough for her to hear. Wrestle Miyu for Chase? What an absurd notion...and yet, why does she find the thought so appealing? She can't quite put her paw on it, but she can only moan in response, as the referee slaps their hand upon the canvas.

"Three!" They gesture for the bell, to signal the second, and final fall! Surely that was the end of this humiliating nightmare...

.....

Right?

[CyanDimitrik]

DING! DING! DING!

Of course not.

Chase smirks knowingly at the sound of the moan, and the ringing of the bell is disregarded. He raises just enough off of Fay's fallen form turn a hooded look towards the referee, and he frees one of her wrists just to wag a finger at him. "Not yet."

Rearing back further, he moves his knees away from her thighs to sit beside her. Hands move to her shoulder and hip, and he begins rolling her over to Miyu's side. Tumble over once, twice, and there they are; the two girls, lying side-by-side, both seemingly inert, close enough that their waists brush against one another.

Mercifully enough, no additional damage is to come! At least, not physically. The next thing he has in mind is purely mental. And he begins by lowering himself across both girls, slotting himself in neatly over their bared midsections. His right leg hooks Fay's right thigh, pushing his chiseled abdominals firm across her belly. Defined pectorals rest upon Miyu's sleek stomach, and his right arm reaches back to hook her left thigh, pulling the leg a little into the air. His left elbow braces against the mat, lifting his head to smirk out over the crowd.

Both girls, pinned beneath him together. Rules were rules, wagers were made, and though there's really no call for any more pinfalls, this is about making a statement. He's claiming both. What that'll mean for them after the bell, the audience will just have to speculate. But for now, they're treated(?) to a show of pure dominance.

"Now. Count it." He doesn't bother to look at the referee when he makes the demand.

[Cosmos]

There's physical defeat, as Faye has already learned along with her tag partner. And now she and Miyu were about to learn of mental defeat as well. Both girls are only faintly aware of Chase addressing the referee, ordering them. Shifting himself to sit next to the pitiful poodle, the cheetah takes her shoulder and hip in hand, rolling her next to the fallen feline as well. Both girls lay side by side, as if they were in separate, yet close coffins. Their waists pressing together as the prince leans over both girls, his sleek and toned body resting across their midsections. Chase's leg curls around Faye's thigh, his right arm drawing Miyu's leg slightly into the air.

Once it becomes obvious what Chase is doing, the crowd begins to jeer and boo at the smirking cheetah for this arrogant display. He's already won! He doesn't need to do this! But he wants to. Neither girl is capable of resisting or stopping him. The referee looks conflicted as Chase makes a simple command. They almost seem ready to argue with him. But in the end, they falter and fall to the canvas, palm slapping against the canvas. The cheetah would feel the strained breathing, the heavy rise of both of his victim's chest from under him as they laid there, powerless and vulnerable. The next three seconds are a foregone conclusion.

"1!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Meanwhile, Chase is enjoying his luxuriously decadent nest of defeated feminine bodies. Both of them together, in tandem, pinned helplessly beneath him - it's a better final moment than he could've hoped for. They challenged the prince and his accursed pedigree, and they've been struck down. A conquered people should know it, and they are conquered.

His head tilts to look back at the two of them, both faces nicely framed to capture their state. He watches them breathe, working through the pain of the match, the humiliation ritual of being pinned side-by-side. And it's not like the two of them aren't attractive, all things being fair. Any normal guy would kill to be in a position like this, perched across two model-esque girls. His knee bends, shifting thigh against thigh a little with the poodle and pressing abdominals harder into her stomach. His arm curls back a little further, squeezing Miyu's leg against his side, hand incidentally brushing between her legs. All while his heart pounds heavily against the feline's abs.

"TWO!"

[Cosmos]

Any hope that the girls might kick out of this demeaning pin and fight back was rapidly fading with each slap of the ref's palm against the canvas. Mind you, there was only a small group of spectators who still felt that was even a realistic possibility. Everyone else was acutely aware that the prince wasn't going to face any resistance at this point. Not when he had them dead to rights like this, conquered and dominated. His heart vibrating against Miyu's belly, his toned abs leaning over Faye's sleek midsection.

The referee raised his hand for the final time. Both girls uttered a sound of surrender, a defeated moan that seemed almost in sync with the official's hand striking the floor.

"THREE!"

The referee waved his arm for the bell, which only just managed to sound over the chorus of boos that began to rise. The crowd making their disdain of the prince clearly known. Some were yelling insults. Others were throwing things like drink cans and discarded food. None of it entered the ring, where both girls remained pinned under him for as long as the cheetah deemed it necessary.

[CyanDimitrik]

The bell sounds off again for a completely pointless non-match ceremony. This was nothing but a humiliation ritual, an act of arrogance in the world of wrestling. These two girls stepped up to the Crowned Prince of the Squared Circle and now here they are. Lying beneath him. Crushed. Helpless. His.

The waves of scorn and disapproval wash over the arena, and Chase basks in it from his position of dominance. The cameras are getting as many pictures as they like, from every angle, every opportunity. Every expression of anguish, every pained twitch in the girls, the way Chase lies over both, holding them down beneath him while he, himself, resides poised - immortalized for the magazines. This is sure to rile people up. This is bound to twist some whiskers and pull some tails.

Good.

Screw them. His father would never do this to a defeated competitor. But Chase would. Because he's stronger than him. More assertive. He takes what he wants. And what he wants is this moment enshrined forever on pages and minds alike. The girls, themselves... they're bonus.

Finally, the cheetah rocks back onto his knees to look down at them. Reaching in, he hooks his arms around their waists to begin drawing them up to their feet, holding them supported at either of his sides. He has no spare arms to raise, but the referee signals him as the victor all the same. He doesn't stick around for it too long. Instead, he'll begin making his way for the ropes with the girls, pulling them along between the cables to lower down to the ramp. And, ultimately, guide them up that ramp, past the heartbroken masses, and into the backstage area, out of sight...

Winner by Double Pinfall: Chase Hunter