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

[Cosmos]

"The falling contest is for one fall, in a No DQ one on one contest! There are no limits on weapons, submissions or moves! The only rule is the pinfall has to be in the ring!"

"Omigosh, omigosh, omigosh..."

Just hearing the announcer is enough to send sparks shooting through her. Amy's beside herself with excitement. She's been counting the days down. The hours. The minutes, even. She's itching to get into that ring. To show the crowd, the world what she's made of. That she can be independent. Stand on her own two feet. She has no idea who her opponent is, but the Jungle Wrestling Alliance is filled with its fair share of tough opponents. Some of them real lookers, which was a bonus in her starry eyes. The promoters seemed to have an ideal foe in mind for her, though she was still none the wiser. But surely it would be someone who could match her boundless energy. Who could compliment her skills and technique, and vice-versa.

Who knows? It might even be a cute guy...

She cleared her head with a shake as the announcer continued, preparing to introduce her. She stands ready to emerge, introducing herself to the crowd.

"Weighing 152lbs...the Rosy Rascal, who charms the hearts of all her fans! Please welcome...AMY ROSE!!"

Match Gear

Her Piko Piko Hammer

Her theme has barely kicked in before the pink girl is out on the entrance ramp. The audience will note her gear, as red as her namesake. But what they might be drawn to in particular is the hammer held over her shoulders. For No DQ matches, it's practically a given that she won't leave home without it. And despite its size, it isn't a huge strain on her to carry it. What more, she's wearing...red boxing gloves? From her boxercise workout routines. The lights turn pink, casting a girly hue across the arena. One could almost imagine hearts floating through the air. The crowd is cheering for her, and that puts a spring in her step. Quite literally, as she starts to skip her way down the entrance ramp to the beats of her bubbly theme song. Almost like she's on her way to the playground as opposed to a wrestling ring.

Soon, she's at the apron and moving towards the steel stairs. Ascending them and taking care to slip between the ropes, while making sure her hammer doesn't get caught between them. Now entering the ring, Amy moves to the middle. She presses a glove to her lips, blowing forward a flirtatious kiss that sends the minds and pulses of those watching racing. The referee offers to help her with her hammer, but she waves them off. "Thank you sweetie, but I can handle my trusty Piko Piko Hammer no sweat!" She winks, moving to the nearest corner. Placing it down, just under the bottom rope, she removed her gloves to also leave them outside while letting the blushing official check her over. She doesn't need her mallet or gloves just yet, and it wouldn't be anywhere near as entertaining if she introduced them from the get-go. Amy would make her weapons known soon enough, as she fixed her gaze upon the entrance ramp to finally catch the first sight of her dance partner tonight...

[CyanDimitrik]

The lights dim, the pink fading away. The audience is no less aswoon over the pink girl perched in the ring, but the air suddenly fills with different music.

Centuries - Fall Out Boy

When the instruments kick in, the arena is flooded with golden searchlights. A highlight reel plays on the titantron, showcasing a young male king cheetah pounding on various opponents in a mixture of savage brutality and aerial technique, interspersed with shots of his arms raised, basking in what one would assume to be praise.

He emerges, not in a any kind of rush or eagerness. His gaze rests hooded, hands clasped behind his back, aloof and uninterested in the challenge that awaits him. Wearing his signature princely golden circlet adorned in red gems and flowing crimson cape, Chase easily strikes the royal image. Athletic, sleek like the jungle predator his species is meant to be, chiseled and defined.

"And her opponent!," the announcer continues. "At a height of 5'10", and weighing in at 170 lbs.! From Newport Beach, California!"

"He is the Crowned Prince of the Squared Circle!"

"CHASE! HUNTER!"

But the audience is instantly booing him. Their cheers and admiration for his opponent has become scorn and condemnation, stray voices cursing him for betraying his lineage, while some others cheer for their bloodlusting tyrant. Chase gives no response to either. Those vivid blue eyes flick to the left, then right. And finally, he brings his arms forward, raised to present what he'd been carrying beneath the shroud of his cape.

Sparkling gold chain-linked manacles.

Holding them aloft, he turns to make sure everyone gets a good look at them. Tonight's match isn't a PoW event. But apparently he means intends to make use of them on Amy.

Speaking of which, his focus finally turns to her as his arms lower. Confident strides carry him to the ring, where he ascends the corner steps to wipe off his boots on the apron before slipping between the ropes. He doesn't pay the girl any mind - he simply moves to his corner and drops the gold manacles there, just beyond the ropes. The circlet follows, and with a flourish, he removes the cape to set aside.

Barebacked, the splotchy markings of his species namesake on full display, he raises to his full height and turns to face Amy at last.

Anyone in his position would be instantly enamored with her; big pretty eyes, a tight body, killer style, and egregiously attractive, right about his age. He's not immune to noticing. But he continues to play it aloof, leaning back into his corner and turning his head away.

[Cosmos]

Pink is brushed aside, replaced with brilliant gold. There's a flash of images on the monitor, each one swiftly moving on from the other. If she had to guess, it was some kind of cheetah. Her suspicion was confirmed correct once her foe finally emerged, who seemed to be wearing royal attire. There was no doubt he was here to wrestle, judging by the gear. But the circlet upon his head gave the look of a monarch or a ruler. The cape flowed behind him like a crimson sea. The hostile reaction of much of the crowd is extremely telling. It's not completely one-sided, he has his fans, but the majority of the audience isn't afraid to shout or jeer their dislike of him. In fact, it seemed to border on hatred itself.

He was holding something behind his back. He raised his arms, revealing the glint of something shiny. Gold chain-linked manacles. Amy tilted her head quizzically as he made sure every audience member present could see them. Did he mistake this for a PoW match perhaps? Or was this his response to her hammer? His own weapon for use in the ring, though she wasn't quite sure how they would fit into tonight's events. He walks to the ring with confidence, climbing up the corner steps just as he did. But he busied himself wiping his boots on the apron, as if to save the ring from being tainted by dirt. Entering through the ropes, he deposits the manacles over the ropes to fall onto the apron. His crown and cape are removed and swiftly placed outside as well.

"It's not nice to keep a girl waiting, you kno..."

Her voice trails off as he draws himself up and turns to look at the pink babyface, giving Amy a full view of himself.

Cerulean blue eyes that washed over her like a wave. Chiselled, not overly muscular, but certainly toned. He carries himself with a kind of royal presence, and it went beyond just his entrance attire. That aloof expression, a dismissive attitude towards her and the crowd. He's definitely a bad boy, the kind your dad warned you to stay away from. No doubt responsible for much of the female demographic's attendance tonight, even if some despised him. The lights have returned to normal, but her vision is swimming with pink once again as she gazes upon his athletic figure giddily. Raising her hands to her cheeks, a broad smile lighting up her face as her eyes grew to the size of dinnerplates.

"So attractive...who is he...?"

One could practically see her irises transforming into miniature hearts as she drank his image in, like a much needed glass of water on a hot summer's day. It takes several finger snaps from the referee to bring her back to reality, the pink fog dispersing as they ask if she's ready for the match. "O-Oh, yes." She nods, stepping towards the middle of the ring. Perhaps Chase will come to greet her. Perhaps he'll stay in his corner, still uninterested. But Amy is certainly interested in him. "Whoever is responsible for this, thank you. This might just be the best thing that has ever happened to me!"

"Why are you so handsome?" The words are spoken before she realises it, loud enough for her opponent to hear. And then she's unable to hold the rest of her burning questions back. "Where do you like to have dinner? What's your star sign? Are you single?...Um...?" A moment passes. An awkward chill cuts through the ring. Even the spectators are unsure what to make of it. She takes a deep breath, and sighs. "Amy, keep it together girl. Match first, questions later!" She raps her knuckles on her cheeks, simultaneously chiding and gearing herself up to rumble as the bell rings for the start of the match. She's here to make a statement, first and foremost. But at the same time, she's eager to peel back the layers and learn more about this curious cheetah across from her.

[CyanDimitrik]

Her words are taken in, earning a dismissive sniff from the cheetah. What does he care if she's kept waiting?

Chase has been through all of this before; he's stood opposite pretty girls. The last time, it was even against two at once. He took his time picking them apart, eliminating them, toying with his prey, just to reinforce to the audience that this is his ring. He's glorious by himself, fighting for his name, not his father's. They'll recognize he's standing on his own, in his own right, soon enough. And this girl, attractive as she is, is just another-

why is she looking at him like that?

Chase finds his train of thought derailed as he catches her staring at him, moony-eyed, her hands on her cheeks. His expression is briefly stuttered in confusion, but he quickly blinks it away. So maybe she has a thing for male wrestlers. That's fine. It's no matter to him. He still intends to break her.

The referee signals the match to begin, and Chase languidly leaves the corner post to stride his way to the center, closing in with the tall, slender girl. And no sooner does he do that than she blurts her question. Once again, he's paused staring at her mid-step.

Alright, so maybe it isn't male wrestlers. Maybe it's him. Fine, she has a passing attraction to him. Whatever!

His posture deepens, hands lifting at the ready. The vivid blue eyes fixate on her, locked with those big beautiful greens.

*DING*

The bell sounds, signaling the match to begin. But he doesn't take immediate aggression with her. No, no. He is, once more, stunned by a plethora of questions. Not once has Chase ever been the subject of such brazen interest from someone actively in the ring with him, much less in general lately. People boo him. People jeer him. People hate him. He's won women over, but that's after breaking them. Dominating them. This one doesn't seem to care that everyone hates him.

It's enough to cause Chase to stare at her in a genuinely stunned way, watching her. It's jarring enough to bite through the icy exterior to create a glimpse of the person below. The person who is, he'd have to grudgingly admit, flattered. And a little flustered.

"Um.."

She's chastising herself adorably. He knows he should be pouncing at her while she's distracted, but he doesn't. He waits until she's looking at him again.

"You... don't know anything about me, do you?," he asks, his tone genuinely curious. As he asks, he approaches her a few steps. The hands lift, fingers splayed to invite her to meet him palm-to-palm for a test of strength.

[Cosmos]

Oh no. She's practically confessed her attraction. Why is she always like this? Spilling her inner thoughts and romantic daydreams without any thought for the consequences. But he's a literal prince. The kind every girl dreams about in fairytales. Beautiful, a little mysterious in the way he acts, regal. It's alluring. His aloof attitude only serves to heighten his appeal. But as he comes to the middle of the ring, even assuming a stance that told her he was ready to lock up, he suddenly doesn't seem so disinterested in her. He's clearly bemused by Amy.

"Oh no, does he think I'm weird? Am I not his type? Because I can change, honest!" He stares at her like a kind of exotic creature. It's a little embarrassing, to tell you the truth. Like she's being examined carefully under a microscope. Her finger and thumb come to her lips, averting her gaze in a shy, innocent manner. It's coquettish. And when Amy can finally bring herself to peer at him again, he asks her a question.

"Huh?" This isn't a trap. Well, either that or he's a remarkably good actor. He's curious in her response, authentic to know. "Well, no. I don't." She concedes. "Sure, the crowd might boo you, but...what reason have I got to treat you with disdain? I wanna get to know you before I decide how to behave towards you." She catches sight of those blue eyes. There's a brilliant gleam, but also...something else. They're like ice. Just looking at them could make one turn chilly. And yet, buried underneath that frigid sheet, something is hidden. There's a lack of enthusiasm, of joy. Is it loneliness? She can't say for sure. She got the impression that if he smiled, it wouldn't reflect in his cold pearls.

"And definitely, you're gorgeous. A handsome face, a sleek build, athletic muscles...dressed as a prince...more girls probably like you than you even realise, Chase. Uh, y-you don't mind me calling you Chase, right?" She fidgets awkwardly as she hopes she hasn't overstepped her boundaries. "I just...think there's more to you than that, too. Call it a girl's intuition, if you want."

"B-But never mind all that! W-Where was I?!" She waves her hands frantically. Pink circles emerged on her cheeks. "Y-You didn't come to hear me ramble! You were gracious enough to step into the ring with me, so it's only right I give you the match you deserve!" The pink girl steps forward, arms raised to grip the cheetah's palms with her own hands. He's no doubt fairly strong, but so is she, her lips pursing together to give it her all. Even as she exerts her strength against her foe, there's a clear stalemate which won't be resolved purely by pushing. Her green eyes lock with his, never faltering or gazing away.

[CyanDimitrik]

Amy. Amy 'the Rascal' Rose. She's a very... earnest girl, isn't she?

Chase watches her as she gushes, taken aback by how forward she is with her feelings at first literal blush. Flattering thing, she is. But a part of it is a little painful; not for any derogatory reason, mind! If ever he wanted an ego boost, here she is, right in front of him, lavishing him with everything he could ever want. No need to break her, no need to crush her, she seems willing to just... give it to him.

Would she think any of those things if she'd known more about him, though? That's the part that stings. All of this is built on the presupposition that he must be a nice guy. A pushover. His father's pathetic son, unable to stand out of the shadow. She wouldn't get it. She seems like every bit the nice girl, herself.

His gaze hardens. There's the sensation of their hands joining, and she's immediately putting her strength into it. Chase's upper-body flexes, the streamlined muscle through his biceps and firm pectorals engaged to meet the challenge. But of course, it was a ruse. With letting the contest continue for only a few seconds, Chase squeezes her hands to keep them occupied and rushes a knee forward, looking to slam it into her white-furred stomach!

[Cosmos]

If she wasn't so set on being strong and standing on her own two feet, she'd probably and happily accept the offer to be Chase's valet to the ring. No, she's more than that. But what could allow her to be by his side while maintaining her own independence? Tag partners! They could be the Royal Roses, taking on the wrestling world together, making waves across the ring while their fans cheered them and their love on-

"OK girl, reign it in, you don't even know if he'd agree to a date yet..." Yeah, it's all premature. Very premature.

She has no idea what's going around in the cheetah's mind. But honestly? That's part of what makes her so intrigued. She wants to learn about him. Understand him. See if he has a secret or two. Any heart throb does, judging by all the romance novels she had read. That's what makes them so alluring!

His gaze steels, as if to silently tell her he means business. Her upper body tenses along with his, ready to commit to the challenge. And for a few seconds, they commit to it. Until the prince's hands clamp down on her palms to lock her in place. She winces at his claws digging into her flesh, but this is nothing compared to the sharp impact of his knee stabbing into her furry gut.

"Oof!" Her eyes stretch as her belly ripples, pain shuddering through her. Air spills from her lips as she wheezes, gasping out. "S-See? I could tell you...were more than...a pretty face..." The move was a little dirty, and the crowd is making their disdain clear in their jeers directed at the cheetah. But from Amy herself, there's no malice or hate towards the prince.

[CyanDimitrik]

Smug satisfaction washed over Chase as he plants his boots down to the mat again, enjoying the spectacle of Amy wheezing. But it's short-lived as the next words out of her mouth seem almost complimentary. Anyone else would've been salty about that. But she's.. he doesn't know. Making excuses for him? No. Something else.

She vexes him.

His gaze shifts slightly in uncertainty, but he quickly brings himself back to focus on her. The hands gripping onto hers pull low, yanking Amy's arms down and behind her back, his arms looping her waist. With an inward pull, he seizes her trim body tight against his, her breasts pressed tight to his bare pectorals, her belly secured tight to his sleek abdominals.

It doesn't linger more than a couple seconds. But in those seconds, he has to inwardly admit - if even just on some level - that she feels good. Inviting. Before he lets himself indulge too much, however, his back is arching in an attempt to whip the girl up and over in an arcing swing! The ultimate destination is the mat behind him for a high angle belly-to-belly suplex!