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

[Cosmos]

Well, Amy is certainly no adonis, but she has her fair share of muscle! Gym workouts were a daily obligation for her, and one she strictly held herself to. Her boxercise programs too, while she was watching cheesy romantic dramas. More than once, she might have gotten a little distracted from the emotion and punched the wall of her apartment. Oops. Regardless, Chase is feeling the fruits of her progress from innocent girl to plucky wrestler. And that's not the only thing he's likely to be feeling, given her body lying across his. She almost hopes this pin would last forever, so she can remain nuzzled up against his sleek abs and toned pecs.

As to his pondered question...well, wasn't that half the fun of figuring a girl out? The more of a mystery she is to him, the more of a chance he'll become intrigued by her and want to know everything about her! Curiosity is only natural, after all!

She spies him peering up at her. Squinting, but that icy gaze of his is gone. Is he captivated by her at that moment? Perhaps he's starting to become more aware of the beat of his own heart in this position! Her coquettish smile meets his own stare as the second count is called.

And then, Chase thrusts his body up. There's a frustrated yell that accompanies it, as he pushes the girl up and off him. Amy falls on the side, but she doesn't look disappointed. As she figured earlier, this wasn't going to be the moment that decided the outcome of the match. But it certainly gave her food for thought. An idea coming to mind as she briefly got up, moving to the corner she had started at when the bell had rung. She bent down, gripping the handle of her Piko Piko Hammer. The crowd's breath began to seize as she went back over to Chase, looking down at him.

"Don't worry. Tonight might be no DQ, but I'm not gonna hit your pretty little face with this." She nudged Chase onto his front, so that she could drop her pert rear onto his spine. "Of course, you might prefer that compared to what I have planned for you, Chase~" Her mischievous side is coming out now. She brings the hammer forward with both hands, over the cheetah's head. Bringing the handle to his throat. And then, she aims to pull back so that strain is applied to his upper back! The move is akin to a camel clutch, but instead of yanking on Chase's head with her hands, she's letting her trusty mallet do the hard work here!

[CyanDimitrik]

How did this match get off the rails?

Chase stares hard at her, nonplussed. And when the feel of her body has left his, he lets himself drop flat to the mat again with a huff. He just needs a second. A second to work things out. To get things together in his head. That's all. That would be plenty for him. Why is the audience reacting?

He pushes himself up onto an elbow again, turning to look over at her - only to be nudged over onto his front. "Unf!" Her weight suddenly lands upon his back, pressing him against the mat. He doesn't have time enough to try to figure out what she intends to do. Heck, he should've realized much sooner. It's something he would've done to her.

His eyes widen, his hands immediately grabbing onto the handle of the hammer. "Nnghh!" The toes of his boots flutter-kick against the mat as his back is arched painfully under the fulcrum of her enticing hips, the shaft of the hammer bearing hard against his throat. His arms flex, the streamlined, smooth muscletone along the biceps and triceps rippling beneath the fur as he struggles against the odds of gravity and poor leverage to try to force the hold loose.

[Cosmos]

Oh gracious. It'd be more of a surprise if a match involving Amy Rose stayed on the rails. Though, she hasn't come across a catch like Chase in a long time. It's driving her, fuelling her actions tonight. To prove herself to the audience? To herself? Or...him?

She can't see his face from this angle, but something about the frustrated grunts and the way he instantly seizes the handle of her trusty weapon tells her that he didn't expect any of this. Maybe he thought he was going to squash some babyface jobber tonight, judging by her appearance. Well, looks can be deceiving

Amy pulls back as far as she can, pressing her hips down into his back. The handle strains against the cheetah's throat. She can hear the toes of his boots banging against the canvas behind her. He's struggling to try and get free. She can't keep this up forever. And to be honest, she doesn't want to send him into agony. He looks too cute for that!

Eventually, she lifts the hammer up from his neck and over his head, allowing his face to flop down to the floor. Rising up off him, Amy bends down and digs her fingers into his smooth, lush hair. He must have a good stylist. Pulling the prince up to his feet, she takes him by the wrist and sends him towards the ropes! Smirking, the girl lifts her hammer behind her with both hands clutching the handle. It's akin to a baseball player about to swing their bat at the incoming ball. But in this case, the bat is her mallet. Chase's stomach is going to be the ball.

"Time to get lovestruck, sexy!~" The girl calls out as she swings for him!

[CyanDimitrik]

It is an entirely safe bet to conclude that he's not super loving the position, and his physical response to it is likely very telling. But the audience is enjoying it, watching the crowned prince taken down a peg or two by a spunky pink girl. Chase, however, is making no headway in pulling against the weapon as it lurches tighter into his throat.

All at once, it's released! The cheetah drops forward with a gasp, followed by several hard coughs. His arms tuck beneath himself, as if braced against the mat - but he needs a moment to get his air back before he can try to toss her off his back. Fortunately(?), Rose takes that opportunity, herself.

The sting in his scalp is noticed before the sensation of her fingers in his hair, and he's drawn up to his full height again. To his credit, he's getting his bearings back, just not quickly enough to prevent the irish whip. He's drawn in, then propelled towards the far ropes! Boots hammer along the mat, pivot on heel, and his back meets the cables.

But there's a glint in his eye. He had recovered enough. He just wanted her to feel confident in this moment, to telegraph her attack. And telegraph, she did.

As he races back across the ring towards her, he readies himself. And as Rose swings the hammer, he suddenly drops to his hip on the mat, baseball sliding low beneath the swing and smoothly raising to his full height again behind her. Wasting no time, he reaches for her chin from behind with both hands, hops into the air, and plants his knees against her back. Gravity gets to do its thing, and he hits the mat behind her, pulling her down backwards by the head - only to have her back crushed against his knees in a lungblower!