Rumble In The Jungle - Pawfection Vs Chase Hunter

[Cosmos]

Even dazed, Miyu can hear Chase leaning fully into his self-absorbed gimmick. God, how pretentious is this guy? But she isn't really in a position to do much about him right now. This prince enters her sight, flipped in her line of vision. Gazing down at the lynx before reaching his arms down for her stomach, Miyu can only groan as the cheetah makes sure to squeeze her gut firmly. The feline is raised off the canvas, her limbs hanging limply under her. He's surprisingly strong for a jungle cat, even considering Miyu's stature and body build.

Chase brings her lower back to rest against that right shoulder of his. Well, not quite rest. More that his shoulder blade dug into her. That right arm is firmly hooked around her upper abdomen, while the left lingers under the jaw to ensure she's trapped. "Ugh!" And then the cheetah begins to bounce up and down, jostling a precise point in Miyu's spine with a Canadian backbreaker hold!

"Aaaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeee!!!!" The feline's screams reach the skylights above, as her back is being wrecked in the brutally agonising move! The hold is painful enough, but Chase made sure that the lynx felt every excruciating tremor rippling through her. Her eyes stretch in agony, her jaw agape as she continued to scream. And when the cheetah turns to address the poodle, he can see the uncertainty, the doubt forming in Fay's nervous expression. The dread.

"Stop...! I...um...!" The canine briefly extends her hand out, as if contemplating offering to tag out for her partner. A boot upon the ropes...and then her cerulean eyes meet the freezing blue of Miyu's opponent. Feeling her courage falter, Fay removed her heel from the rope back onto the apron. Her hand lowered, clenched in a fist at her chest. She's clearly torn. But maybe...maybe she could formulate a strategy while Miyu is still in the match. Would her time be long or short?

That was purely up to the prince.

[CyanDimitrik]

Chase absolutely loves the look on Fay's face as she reaches out, then seems to think better of it. He continues wracking the poor girl on his shoulder a few seconds before bringing it to an end, the referee hovering near her face to watch for a submission. But Chase shoos him away, sparing his left hand a moment to do so. "She's not done yet. She wanted this."

The hand moves behind Miyu's head to lift it, intent on locking eyes with her. He's hoping to get a good look at the agony written on her features. "Didn't you?," he taunts.

But this position easily transitions into another, and one that promises to be even more devastating. Both arms lock against her stomach, and he shifts her from his shoulder to directly in front of him, aligning her body with his. Her hips are held just under his head, chin brushing between her legs. Supporting her weight with one arm, he slides a hand along her smoothly-furred body along her midsection, over her breasts, to beneath her chin to force her head back, locking it between his thighs. The arms clamp down on her stomach afterwards, however.

Still facing Fay, the predicament would be quite clear - he's holding her in a piledriver position.

"Last words for your lesser before I finish her?," he asks, smirking back at the poodle from betwixt the lynx's thighs.

[Cosmos]

Any hope Miyu had left at this point was certainly extinguished. Fay was too apprehensive to offer a tag, and would Chase even permit it? He had dismissed the ref, holding all the cards and the power in this ring. When he raises Miyu's head, he's greeted with the tormented look of a once-fiery lynx. Now humbled by a prince. She doesn't have any words for him as he mocks her, save only the strangled sound of a groan coming from the back of her throat.

She's hoping the cheetah just dumps her to the canvas and pins her at this point. But the feline isn't that lucky. She can feel Chase's biceps applying pressure to her stomach, hugging her tight against him. He brings her from his shoulder to align with his body at the front, albeit in an inverted position. Her hips linger near his head, thighs either side of the haughty jungle cat. It's barely an inconvenience for him to keep her locked against him with one arm. That hand makes its way down her fur, lingering on her breasts. When it arrives at her chin, it shoves her head back to trap it between the cheetah's own thighs. And then the arms return to lock around her stomach in unity.

Fay could only watch in horror as Chase was holding Miyu up for an instantly recognisable move. A tombstone piledriver. "I...well.." What on earth could she say that didn't feel mocking or conceited? She had her issues with Miyu, but the poodle felt that Chase's behaviour was borderline barbaric. "Y-You did your best!" Ugh. That definitely didn't come out right. But the lynx had more pressing issues as the canvas swayed under her, her boots pointing to the skylights above. The prince would no doubt feel her body tremor in nervous anticipation.

"Uhh....n-not a piledriver...p-please...I....h-hate...this....move..." It wasn't easy to articulate a sentence from this position. She was left to cling to one, extremely unlikely possibility. That the cheetah would grant her mercy.

[CyanDimitrik]

"HAH!," barks the cheetah in response to Fay's... encouragement? His head tilts, incidentally nuzzling his muzzle against the girl's hips to look down wards her. Granted, he can't even see her face from this angle. The most he can see is the slope of her breasts before her head disappears back between his legs. "That's a bigger insult than anything I've said so far."

As Miyu asks for mercy, Chase's head lifts again. The left arm continues hugging her midsection, while the right hand slowly drags its claws across her belly, teasing along the abdominals as he makes a grand showing of considering the plea. But then the palm presses tight to her stomach, and without a word or warning, he hops into the air and drops to crash the top of her head against the center of the mat.

Upon impact, he releases the girl to shift back onto all fours. There's a glance towards Fay - smug, proud, satisfied with himself. Then back to Miyu, finally with a little fire behind those icy blues. It's anticipation. Eagerness. A level of excitement at the prospect of conquering the opponent in such convincing fashion, anxious to assess her condition.

[Cosmos]

The cheetah laughs at a crestfallen Fay, his words lashing at her fur like a whip. She can't blame him - that was a foolish thing to say. A prime example of think before you speak. Well, she did think. And that was the best she could come up with? Their camaraderie left a lot to be desired, frankly. "You...you...are nothing but a bully!" She stammered from beyond the ropes. Safe to say while they barred her from the ring, at least for now.

When Chase drags that hand away from clenching her belly tightly and teasingly draws the claws in the ditches of her abdominal region, the feline shudders under his touch. And is instantly repulsed. How can this arrogant, conceited prince make her fur stand up on end? She shudders at the sensation. Exhales, a small puff brushing against the cheetah's thighs. It seems, for one possible, wild moment, that her plea hasn't fallen on deaf ears. Miyu might just be able to leave with some dignity still to her na-

Abruptly, suddenly, Chase leaps up. The cheetah's hopeful expression tranforms into one of despair. The canvas rushes up with lightning speed - she doesn't even have time to shut her eyes. WHAM! "Grrrk!!!" The impact shakes the entire ring as the prince spikes the skull of the lynx directly into the middle of the canvas. Cameras flashing from every angle. Directly under the limelight. The girl remains upright only briefly before she's released, tilting forward to crash unceremoniously onto the canvas below. Her eyes were blank, sheer white without life to them. Her mouth open, paralysed with shock. That move sent her nervous system into lockdown. The only sign that she's even alive is the occasional spasm of her arm, or leg.

Fay can only watch helplessly as Chase regards her with a prideful look before flicking his gaze back to her battered partner. Those frosty eyes of his have ignited the faintest of flames within them. It's completely up to him how this proceeds. Does he pin her? Drag her up for a further beating? Whatever the prince decrees, shall occur.

[CyanDimitrik]

It's perhaps a little ironic that what said Prince chooses is the more merciful of the options. He gave Miyu a quick end. She pleaded with him. Begged. He broke the tomboy. He can be satisfied - for now. Reaching down, he hooks her shoulder to roll the ragdolled lynx over onto her back. Then, while making eye-contact with Fay, crawls over her battered body. Further and further, until he's finally settled atop her. Hips lower to press against her face, feeling her muzzle through the material of his trunks. His abdominals press in over her inviting breasts, and as he stretches himself along her body, his chest comes to rest over her abs. His left arm hooks her left thigh, fingers sifting through the fur to brush along the skin as he draws the limb into the air. His right hand sets over her right inner-thigh, ensuring that leg lies flat.

The pin is as sensually-charged as it is deliberately dominant. The fire remains kindled behind his eyes, watching the poodle beyond the ropes with a growing hunger. The referee dropping beside the pair is almost an afterthought.

"ONE!," he counts, slapping the mat.

Chase shifts himself, brushing subtly against the lynx's body. She's an athletic specimen. The base side of him can appreciate that, especially given the stipulation. In all honesty, he wouldn't have made that condition if he didn't think they were at least pretty. It's a compliment. Kind of. But right now, he wants the whole arena to see without question who the alpha in the ring is.

"Don't worry. You'll get your turn," he teases her from his perch atop her partner.

[Cosmos]

Miyu has always despised those of a higher class. Resented them for the fortune to be born into a wealthy family. She tolerated Fay because Fay had sunk down to her level. She wanted to bring Chase down below that. But the prince had made short work of her. And he was going to continue to make an example of her. He never torn his eyes away from Fay, as he began to linger over Miyu's defeated form. Shuffling and crawling, until she was totally pinned down by him. The lynx is faintly aware of his hips brushing her face, forced to muzzle against his trunks. Her breasts are squashed under his sleek abs, and his pecs lie across her abs as if for a well deserved rest.

When the cheetah's left arm hooks the feline's right thigh, he makes sure to clench onto her fur tightly as he forces the limb into the air. The right hand pressing the thigh to the canvas, purposefully keeping it pinned to the canvas. It's a pin with a statement. Sensual. Dominant. Assertive. Making it clear to everyone, especially Fay, who is victorious in this first match. And even though she's a canine and Chase is a jungle cat, the look in his eyes is predatory. Starving. He hasn't had his fill yet. Far from it. It unnerves the poodle.

The first count is called, as Chase's body strokes against the fallen felines own. Miyu can only whimper feebly - she is an athletic specimen, but Chase is just on another level compared to her. As he addresses her tag partner, the poodle looks torn and briefly glances to the entrance ramp, wondering perhaps if it might be preferable to swiftly depart before being made to enter the ring. "I...believe I may be needed elsewhere... She gulps, a boot beginning to descend the metal steps from the ring apron...

The referee's palm strikes the mat a second time. "TWO!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Chase can feel Miyu whimper more than hear her - the slight buzz in her body as she makes the sound. It earns another subtle grind of his frame over her, rubbing toned pectorals along smooth abdominals, grating his abdominals along her breasts, and brushing sensitive hips against the soft features of her face. His head turns, briefly brushing his muzzle along the raised inner-thigh of her left leg. An 'obedient' opponent gets a little lavishing, so to speak.

The hand strikes the mat a third time. "THREE!" The referee signals the bell. DING! Just a single tone, as this match isn't technically over just yet!

Chase isn't in a terrible hurry to release the girl beneath him. He slowly eases her leg down from the hold, his eyes affixing to Fay again. He doesn't speak, but he's already made up his mind. He's not letting her get away. He's taking one of them home tonight, but he wants both. Less for licentious reasons, more to make a statement.

Finally peeling his body off of Miyu's, he gets to his feet and begins stalking towards the poodle. Unless she attempts to sprint away, he reaches out to grab her by the headfur, direct her between the ropes, and pull her into the ring. "What's wrong? You wanted a piece of me, too, didn't you?"

[Cosmos]

Chase's tactful grinding along her body, with his muzzle grazing along the lynx's inner thigh, draws a sensual moan from Miyu. The cheetah is literally rubbing his victory in, and the chime of the bell only tells her what is already painfully apparent. She's lost. Decisively and painfully. Her skull is going to be ringing for the rest of the evening. And her opponent takes his time to relinquish his grip on her. Letting her leg gently down onto the canvas. As her partner was beginning to abscond, leaving Miyu under this wannabe-prince!

Of course, Chase had no intention of allowing the poodle to slip away. She had signed up for this match just as Miyu had done. The pampered, 'former' princess had a duty to step between the ropes. And her opponent was going to make sure she fulfilled it, as he left the feline in the middle of the ring, and dug his sharp claws into the fur of Fay's head to bring her between the ropes! "Ow! Unhand me, you foul ruffian!" The canine would squirm desperately as she unsuccessfully attempted to flee, the cheetah forcefully yanking her into the ring by her glossy white coat. "M-My fur is worth more than you'll ever own!"

[CyanDimitrik]

"What a coincidence!," announces Chase as he drags the poodle into the ring. "Because I'm about to own you, too!"

The referee is at a loss on whether or not to call the match in continuation at first - he was assuming there'd be a little more pomp and circumstance, a little more confirming that Fay was ready to get it on. But he should've predicted Chase had no intention of stalling or waiting for that. This isn't sporting so much as a public execution.

Chase transitions his grip into a front facelock, pressing the poodle's cheek tight against his ribs. With his free hand, he slings her arm behind his neck to open up that perfectly trim, pristinely white body. His knee lifts, aimed to dig deep into her unprotected belly, followed by a second hit, then a third!

"Your friend started to sound like she was gonna enjoy coming home with me," Chase coos, his tone rich with sinister intent. "Bet by the end of the night.. you won't wanna leave!"