Breezie grips the arms of her seat, biting her lip. Rouge smirks and leans in, whispering to the business mogul. “What’s the matter?” she asks. “This improvisational sex appeal triggering something within you, Miss Breezie?”
The hedgehog flicks her attention towards the bat, but only for a moment. “All the entertainment money in the world, and I’m still beholden to Broadcast standards and sponsors’ demands and to the people's will. It takes years, no, decades, to get them to accept more and more exciting things. Pushing the envelope and ignoring all that is a reckless business venture.”
“But it works,” Rouge whispers, hissing into the woman’s ear. “Every audience member is cheering right now for the resolve of those two girls fighting each other. They love these celebrities and heroes baring themselves for the camera and their entertainment. Their entire world is flipped on its head, and they push forward for the excitement of it all. Why? Because I provided the platform.”
“There’s no way you could get through to the stations. Where are you broadcasting? Who are you partnered with?”
“Someone influential but limited in scope. My work here is a capital city-only show. With your help, I’m hoping to expand my entertainment empire worldwide.”
“I need to know how you did it!” Breezie squeaks.
“Patience, patience,” Rouge says, waving her hand. “The next round is just beginning.”
Amy and Tangle stand facing each other, topless, with their blushes spreading wider. Tangle hops from one foot to the other, holding her gloves close to her face. Amy stands resolute, eying her opponent with the practiced calm of a professional fighter.
The bell rings, and the two rush forward, crying as they throw their first punches at each other. The attack has them striking each other in the cheek, one eye closed, the other matching each other. They stand silently for a second, letting the warmth and the pain throb at the point of impact before they both stumble back.
Amy rushes forward, her cheek swelling, but she aims for the lemur’s titty!
Tangle yelps at the odd sensation but doesn’t back off. Instead, The lemur rushes forward, punching Amy right in the stomach!
The hit lifts the hedgehog off the ground, causing her to cough as she rises.
Tangle doesn’t let up, throwing her free hand forward and going in for the more ample chest of the hedgehog.
Amy cries out, leaving Tangle to nod and continue her assault. The lemur bops her breasts with a flurry of punches, which sends the woman stumbling back as her breasts become more bruised and more sensitive with each strike of the glove, all until she backs up right against the ropes.
The hedgehog’s mind flashes back from where she was to where she began: Back in her youth when she was a damsel in distress. She gained unspeakable magical power but no discipline. She couldn’t protect herself, all the way towards becoming a great leader who could charge ahead into battle, wielding such strength that made empires quake in fear.
Amy’s eyes open wide, burning with emerald fire. With a glorious roar, she plants her foot against the mat and pushes forward, ignoring the glove going deep into her sore stomach. She holds back the cough, lunging straight at the lemur, throwing her punch right for that bruised cheek!
Tangle takes the shot with such force that she flies back, spinning out from the spiraling power of the punch and landing on her stomach right on the mat.
Amy rubs her stomach, stumbling forward, one eye half-closed, and her tits swelling and bruising. She smirks when she approaches Tangle and smiles. “You’re good,” she says. “A bit tricky, but good. Guess I forgot what it was like to have a real fight.”
Tangle pushes herself up, getting to her elbows. The ref’s counting floods her ears. She spits and shakes her head, the throbbing in her cheek a constant reminder of her presence in the ring.
She glances up over the crowd, looking up to that exit where Whisper stood; it’s now empty.
Tangle’s heart drops, and so does her head, her arms trembling at the weight.
“You’re just going to give up? After all this, you won’t even push yourself to face me like a real hero would?”
Tangle grits her teeth, screaming as she stands up, planting a foot on the ground and throwing herself to a standing position. She wobbles and spits, blood splattering on the mat.
Amy places her hands on her hips and nods. “Very good. Now, how about we consider this a draw?” The hedgehog says this, extending a gloved hand. “After all, you did what you set yourself to prove, right?”
Tangle watches that hand, extended now in renewed friendship. For the longest time and through the crowd's chanting, the lemur considers the offer, Tangle’s arm raising up just a bit and pausing.
“Damn,” says Clutch, tapping his cane upon the floor. “Them two girls are gonna stop this fight before things get good. Isn’t there something in their contracts that keep them from stopping the show like this?”
“You have to offer people the freedom to make a choice,” Rouge says, “Otherwise, they won’t put their all into things, and it will just be for show. That’s not what we’re into here. No, we’re looking for something real, not some stage play with special effects and stunt acting. You’ve already cornered that market, right, Breezie?”