L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Amy's boots slide against the canvas as she struggles against the pain. Her own mallet is being used against her, the shaft digging at her throat as Chase barks at the hedgehog to beg for mercy. It's a demeaning situation, as humiliating as it is agonising.

And yet, she's still too stubborn to beg even as she squirms. A concubine? Oh no no no. Either she's a girlfriend, or nothing. She's not some eye candy for the cheetah to flaunt on his arm! Even if he is drop dead gorgeous!

But though her body is aching right now, her spirit is still intact. Amy Rose is too tough to throw in the towel here! And so, with as much leverage as she can muster, the sassy girl throws her head backwards! Aiming to impact the prince right in the face, to stun him enough to obtain herself sweet freedom!

Is it really taming her?

While he's busy strangling her with her own weapon and agonizing the poor girl, while simultaneously demanding she learn to beg, his mind is caught musing about their dynamic. About her as a person, and what she might be like after beating her.

There really isn't much to tame. She seems kind'a sweet. Lovestruck, sure, but sweet. She has spirit, but it's not necessarily defiant spirit in any way that'd be undesirable. No, a part of him would hate to see that spark die. Submissive to him is one thing, but for her to lose her edge... no, that wouldn't be as fun. After all, if he beat some other girl, he could make them wrestle for him...

Her head suddenly swings back, catching him on the muzzle. "Mnfh!"

Chase rears back, instantly releasing the mallet. His position slips, faltering back into a knelt position behind her. Eyes briefly squeeze shut, one hand covering his muzzle and nosepad, the other reached out to the side to maintain his balance after that dizzying strike.