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A Fox McCloud (Starfox)

vs Wolf O' Donnell story

---Ch. 1---

The lupine's large, grey and white furred ass sat comfortably on the locker room bench. Clad in naught but his old bright purple lycra trunks with matching boots, knee pads and wristbands, the old figure found himself hunched as he re-read the card in his hand.

"Happy 45th birthday, Wolf! Surprised you're still in the biz after all this time! Hard to believe you're almost half a century old! Here's to hoping you're still around when you reach the big 5-0 in just a few years!" with a couple of drawn wine glasses clinking together. "Thanks for paving the way so that the young bucks like me could shine. ;) Your ex-rival, Fox."

The lupine continued to re-read the card, his uncovered eye scanning each word meticulously, over and over, as he tried to determine whether or not his young ex-rival had any hidden meaning in his words. Frankly, it almost sounded like trash talk to the old lupine. 'Surprised you're still in the biz'? What was that supposed to mean? 'Thanks for paving the way so that young bucks like me could shine?' No, Wolf hadn't done anything just so that Fox could 'shine'. Wolf's legacy was valid enough on it's own, and he had shined brighter than Fox ever could, back in his day.

Right?

Wolf blinked.

No. Ever since the now 27 year old Fox had joined Beast Wars Wrestling at age 18, Wolf's career had become almost instantaneously and irreparably irrelevant in the eyes of the fans. Sure a couple diehard fans would consistently tune into his matches, but for the most part, after his initial rivalry with and defeat at the hands of Fox McCloud, the proud, main eventing Wolf O' Donnell became a warm-up act, at best, and a bathroom break at worst.

The old wrestler had felt this insecurity building up inside him, slowly, over the past nine years, but it wasn't until he had read the final three words on this note that it had finally come crashing into him like a bus.

'Your ex-rival, Fox.'

Ex-rival.

Wolf snarled, crumpling up and tearing the letter, letting the bits of paper scatter across the locker room floor, before slamming his locker shut and making a brisk pace towards the exit.

Playtime wasn't over until Wolf said so.

--- Ch. 2 ---

The match went as planned.

A few clotheslines exchanged here, a seemingly even test of strength there, and it seemed by all means, Wolf was slowly being chipped away so that the young, face rookie, a white rabbit named, well, Rabbit, was going to be put over. As agreed upon before the match, just like almost every match of the last nine years, it would be Wolf's job to make the new talent shine.

Shine.

The words from Fox's letter echoed in Wolf's head as he began to get beat down by Rabbit. The white bunny in blue was stomping away at Wolf, who was floored, before the former ran towards the ropes, looking to come back and hit his finishing maneuver, The Thump on the still grounded Wolf.

However, by the time the rabbit came bouncing back, he would be surprised to see the old veteran was standing in the center of the ring, completely off script, and waiting for him with a harsh, painful scoop bodyslam.

Rabbit cursed out in both pain and protest at Wolf for messing up his victory and going off script, but his words were cut off. Now, it was Wolf's time to stomp out the rabbit, and the old veteran in the bright purple lycra didn't pull his punches.

Soon enough the eighteen year old rookie was beginning to bruise, and still, the 45 year old predator didn't let up.

The referee even began speaking to Wolf, tapping him on the shoulder, and Wolf just smacked the hand away and continued his assault.

Only when Rabbit had a busted nose, leaking blood, with various bruises along his face and chest, did Wolf finally stop.

However he was far from done.

Lifting the rookie up to his knees by the ears, Wolf squatted down to come face to bludgeoned, twitching face with his opponent. There was no trace of emotion in Wolf's dark, unpatched eye as he spoke, coldly and calmly.

"You're going to send a message for me. Do a good job and I'll let you leave this ring with your shin bones still in-tact. Understand?"

At first there was no movement from the rabbit, save for blood droplets dripping off of his chin, but after a moment the young, unfortunate man shook his head, not wanting to suffer permanent injury, or worse.

Wolf unsquatted, the muscles underneath that grey and white fur flexing, showcasing that even in his old age, the Starwolf commander still had the body of a greek adonis, as he pulled that twitching, leaking rabbit onto his wobbly feet.

Reaching between the rabbit's legs to grab a handful of those blue buttcheeks, Wolf lifted the boy with ease in another body slam. The process repeated several times, with each slam getting louder, seeming to have a larger impact than the last.

Soon enough Rabbit was moaning out in pain from the working Wolf was putting him through, and still, the punishment went on.

After about ten slams, Wolf lifted the boy up for what appeared to be another, only this time, to slam the rabbit down on his knee, with one of Wolf's hands on his thigh, and the other on his chin, bending the younger man into the shape of an upside down 'U' in an over the knee backbreaker submission hold.

"You now have my permission to leave. Say it." Was all Wolf spoke, not even bothering to look down at the rabbit splayed out over and around his leg. Instead, Wolf's gaze was locked, dead set, on the camera recording the match.

The bunny wasted no time in complying, screaming out with wide eyes. "I QUIT!!! I QUIT!!! I GIVE UP!!! OH FUCK, GOD I FUCKING QUIT!!!"

It wasn't clear whether the bunny was talking about simply giving up the match or his dreams in the business as a whole.

But what was clear, as Wolf continued to hold him there, unmoving like a statue, continuing to glare into the camera, was that this was not the sight the Beast Wars Wrestling fans were used to seeing from Wolf, at least not in the last decade.

Finally, after five minutes of Rabbit rapidly tapping and screaming out, and the referee tapping vigorously on Wolf's flexed, broad grey furred shoulder, the bunny's eyes closed and his movements stopped, arms drooping down, looking lifeless.

Only when he was certain his opponent was knocked out from the pain did Wolf finally shove the body off of him, leaving the rookie laid out like trash needing to be mopped up.

When Wolf finally stood back to his feet, there was no raising of his arms, no sign of celebration, or even satisfaction on his face. Instead, the big, sweaty, silver furred lupine trudged over to the side of the ring and bent his big, round, bright purple ass over, speaking to the ringside officials and gesturing for them to hand him a mic.

---Ch. 3---

Emerald green eyes glinted with the reflection of the golden championship belt sitting atop the dressing room table.

Fox reclined in his chair, lounging around absentmindedly in his dark green lycra trunks with matching wristbands, knee pads and boots. In one hand the young star had his phone, scrolling through his social media DMs with amused curiosity. In the other hand, a pina colada. Fox preferred to celebrate early these days. After all, the world champion hadn't lost a match in over two years, and being the main attraction for the business, the handsome young vulpine knew the higher ups weren't in a hurry to change course, especially judging by the scrawny cheetah he was scripted to beat later on tonight.

Those bright orange and cream colored ears perked at the sound of a knock on his dressing room door.

"Yeah? What is it?" Fox hollered, not bothering to look away from his phone. "Ooh, she's cute." Fox cooed, only for the grin to get wiped off his face, replaced by a look of agitation, as the knocking came again, this time much louder.

"HOLD ON!" Fox barked out, tossing his phone onto the dressing room table and carrying his drink to the door, swinging it open. "WHAT?" The wide eyed star barked out as soon as he saw his manager, a pudgy old otter, standing in the doorway.

"Uh-Uhm f-Fox s-sir, there's been a... an issue, uhm, unf-folding, uhm, d-do you have your room television on?" The otter stammered.

"No, why should I? Unless it's a nuclear bombing or world war three, it doesn't concern me." Fox rolled his eyes and turned, ready to shut the door in the otter's face.

"It's Wolf!"

Fox stopped mid-step, hand on the door, before letting it go and turning back around, now with a wag of his tail and a smile on his face.

"Oh?" Fox grinned. "What's old Wolfy up to this time, and why does it concern me? Let me guess, he wants one last title shot, to try and make himself relevant again." The vulpine chuckled openly, spilling some of his pina colada onto the floor.

"No, sir, it's n-not that."

"What, was he out there begging me for help in some upcoming tag team match?" Fox's white furred brow raised in genuine confusion at this point.

"No, he-"

"This is ridiculous. I'm just going to turn on the TV." Fox slammed the door in the otter's face, before pacing over to the large flatscreen and tapping the power button, crossing his arms and staring curiously as Wolf's large, sweaty figure came onto the screen.

"So I guess what I'm trying to say is..." Wolf was leaning onto the ropes now, casually holding the microphone to his mouth as he faced the camera. "Fox, I want your ass in a one on one Quit or Die match!"

Fox's ears didn't so much as twitch at the sound of his pina colada hitting the floor with a loud, shattering ring.

What Fox's ears did perk at, however, was the roaring sound of the crowd as he stared into Wolf's unblinking eye on the screen. "This has got to be a joke." Fox hit the rewind button built into the TV. "This washed up old has been wouldn't last..." The vulpine's words trailed off as he watched the vicious assault, seeing the big lupine completely manhandle and mop the floor with the young, fit prodigy rabbit he had been scheduled to lose against.

Another knock at the door, and Fox paused the TV screen, right on the image of Wolf bending Rabbit over his knee. Wolf seemed to glare straight at Fox, giving the vulpine a small shiver down his spine, though he would never admit it, even as his bubble buttcheeks clenched inside his green trunks while he paced to the door.

"Is he serious?" Fox forced himself to roll his eyes, letting out a mock laugh, though his expression showed traces of concern.

"I'm afraid so, Fox. He's in the ring right now." The otter responded. "Our officials and even some CEOs came out to the ring to try and talk him out of it, but he won't budge. He demanded that you drop your scheduled match for tonight and face him in a Quit or Die match and, though the higher ups initially weren't having any of it, the reaction of the fans, well, it was bigger than anyone's seen in years! It seems like a lot of people miss the old days of you two being rivals and, well, who honestly doesn't want to watch a quit or die match? There's nothing more dramatic, you know. Your career, or your life! I mean, I myself am honestly a little excited for it." The otter admitted with a small chuckle, to which he was greeted with Fox slamming the door in his face for the second time in five minutes.

The sound of Fox's cursing, kicking and banging could be heard through the door for a few minutes, and then the door reopened, and Fox stepped outside covered in a light sheen of sweat, letting out a deep sigh.

"It's alright. It's fine!" Fox huffed. "No big deal, honestly. Yeah, Wolf still has size on me but, but, I beat him when we faced last time, and despite what anyone says, it was NOT just because the federation forced him to submit. I... I could have beaten him on my own then, and I can beat him now, easy." Fox stared straight ahead, puffing out his chest and mustering up his bravest expression.

"Right. The arena is to your left. Good luck, champ!" The badger responded with a smack onto Fox's green ass, and the smallest and coyest of smirks.

---Ch. 4---

It was only five minutes later that Fox found himself being oiled up, his luxuriously muscled body giving off a nice shine, courtesy of the crew just behind the entrance curtain. Fox turned towards the head CEO, a well built but old rhino. "So, uh, what's the script for this one? Get Wolf over for a bit, get the fans on the edge of their seats, give the old dog one last hurrah for his birthday, and then sneak back on top with the Fox-Trap?"

For the first time in Fox's entire career, the CEO looked stunned, simply shrugging and remarking with grim uncertainty. "I went out there to speak to him and he's not responding to any of our bribes or threats. He has the public's attention, and he wants a shoot match. Frankly, he seems more angry than I've ever seen. Did you interact with or say anything to him today?"

Fox thought back to the letter, staring back at the chairman with a blank face.

"No."

"Well, maybe he has been holding this grudge in for a long time. I don't know. What I do know, though, is that you're going to need to wrestle your hardest. I mean it kid, you've got to fight for your damn life, literally. I uh..." The chairman put his hand on Fox's shoulder. "I believe in you." He said the words with only a slight crack in his voice, not looking Fox in the eye. "Just uh, hit him with that camel clutch of yours, the uh, Fox-Trap, and he'll have no choice to retire!" The chairman cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. "But uh, just in case." The rhino leaned in and gave the oiled up wrestler a hug, sneaking his hand down to graze and squeeze that big, round bubble butt through the green lycra. "Good luck, kiddo." And with one last smack of the champions ass, sent him through the curtain to make his entrance.

The lights dimmed and the spotlight hit the center of the stage. However, the opening strings of Fox's entrance theme couldn't be heard over the roaring cheers and screams of the entire BWW arena. Even Fox, who normally made quick pace down to the ring with a stoic expression, had to stop and look around with wide eyes at all the crowd members standing to their feet, waving and screaming frantically, as if they'd been waiting their entire lives for his, er, Wolf's destruction. Yeah, that was what everyone here was going to see, Fox told himself.

On his way down to the ring, the champion's body appeared tense underneath that creamsicle colored fur, the normally grinning expression replaced with one of nervousness as he ignored the outreached hands of the front row fans, most of which offered words of encouragement.

It wasn't until Fox heard a fan say "Hope you enjoy your last match, Fox!" that the vulpine champ stopped mid-stride and turned his head, locking eyes with the fan and opening his mouth to argue, but found himself unable to find the words. So with his tail slowly curling its way between the young man's meaty orange and white furred thighs, Fox stepped up onto the ring apron, and hopped over the top rope to land inside the ring with an athletic pre-match bouncing warm up.

---Ch. 5---

Meanwhile, Wolf stood in the center of the ring, arms crossed, and not backing up or budging even as the shorter, slightly leaner champion entered.

Wolf watched with a purely cool, calm and collected expression as Fox went to the middle turnbuckle and stood to pose for the roaring fans. It had been years since Wolf had shared the ring with his old rival, and he had to admit to himself now that he was seeing the young lad's backside up close, the kid was impressive.

Wolf's gaze lingered on the champion's round, green bubble butt for the entire duration of his posturing, at one point having to reach down and adjust his own tight purple speedo with an amused snort.

It wasn't until Fox finally stepped back down to the ring that he locked eyes with Wolf, and that orange furred tail could be seen curling ever so slightly even as the vulpine spoke in a loud, clear voice. "What's with the old, plain, black eyepatch, Wolf? Thought you had an upgrade. Don't tell me it fell apart and you were too broke to go get it fixed?" Fox grinned.

wolf continued to stare for a moment, arms still crossed. "No, I just wanted us to match when you join my fanclub at the end of this match." The remark was followed by an eerie grin, showcasing all of Wolf's pearly white teeth, an expression that caused a visible shiver to run down Fox's spine. "What's the matter, scared?" Wolf asked with mock concern.

"Get real!" Fox retorted with a snort. "I don't think your fan club even exists anymore, Wolf. It dried up and expired just let the rest of you when I took your championship belt for myself." Fox thumbed towards the golden titlebelt around his waist like a cowboy would his belt buckle.

"That's fine, pup." Wolf growled as he lowered his gaze down to that gold, then back up his opponents body, scanning every inch, until his gaze once more landed on those terrified eyes. "You will be the first and only member of a new club I'm starting." Wolf licked his lips, and once more Fox visibly shuddered.

It was at that point the referee walked over and began to take off Fox's belt. "H-Hey I'm not r-ready yet-" However the pup's stammered words were cut off by the sound of the announcer's voice blaring over the speakers as Wolf finally began to back up to his corner.

"Theee following event is scheduled for one fall! In this non-championship, no-disqualification match, victory must be achieved by killing the opponent or coaxing out an auditory surrender into a microphone! In one corner, the challenger, the ex-Starwolf pilot and former BWW champion: WOLF, O, DONNELLLL!!!"

Despite the burst of cheers and boos thundering throughout the arena, loud enough to pop a person's ears, Wolf didn't flinch as he continued leaning back in his corner, staring Fox down.

"Aaaand in the other corner, we have, the former Starfox leader and CURRENT BWW CHAMPION!!! FOXXXXXX... MC-CLOUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!!!"

This time the cheers were enough to cause both competitors to wince and momentarily fold their ears.

"Aaand now, without further ado, LET THE MATCH, BEGIN!"

And just like that, the bell was rung, and Fox saw Wolf come charging full speed out of the corner.

---Ch. 6---

The match was off to a running start, literally, and Fox didn't have enough time to react.

The champion stared on, shocked and dumbfounded at the older competitors speed and raw determination as he watched Wolf soar through the air, pouncing Fox into the turnbuckle and begin raining down punches into the young champions face. It was a quick succession of blows, not quite drawn out and long enough for the audience to start counting along to, but was ended with a stellar monkey flip that sent Fox flying through the air, ending up landing on his ass with a thud, before both competitors rolled onto their feet and remained crouched as they began to circle each other.

"What's this all about Wolf? Some long hidden grudge?" Fox played dumb.

"It's about a pup who doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut, and has used it to yap for the last time!" Wolf growled, before sharp claws suddenly lashed out, and before the match had even truly begun, Fox found himself blinded in one eye, clawmarks etched across his face from Wolf's quick but effective swipe of the hand.

The sound of Fox screaming was the first thing to lure the crowd into a hushed, quiet state. The vulpine clutched at his now bleeding left eye and turned to face the referee, waiting for the cheetah to disqualify Wolf, only to blink and drip several more crimson droplets onto the mat as he remembered just what kind of match he'd gotten himself into.

"I told you I'd welcome you into my fanclub, pup." Wolf chuckled louder and deeper than Fox had ever heard before, the grey furred wrestler reaching down into the crotch of his trunks to pull of a piece of black fabric, tossing it to the center of the ring. "Put it on." He sneered with absolute glee.

Looking down with his undamaged eye, Fox made note of what Wolf was talking about: a single black eyepatch, just like the old fashioned one Wolf was wearing. Had he been planning this from the start? Fox felt the fur on the back of his neck bristle as anger boiled to the surface.

"YOU FUCKER!" Fox hollered out, before charging towards Wolf, keeping his damaged eye closed for now, and looking to swing a high kick up into Wolf's head, which the lupine dodged with a quick duck. Then, while Fox's back was turned, Wolf tugged on the younger competitors green trunks and pulled him back into a full nelson submission hold, trapping both of Fox's arms above his head.

"Come on, pup! Don't be like that! I'm just trying to welcome you into the club!" Wolf yanked Fox back hard enough for the vulpine's dark green boots to lift off of the ground, applying more pressure to that neck as he spoke loudly and confidently into the boy's ear. "Come on kid, you'll look good, I swear! A handsome, strapping young man like you in a sleek, suave eyepatch? I bet you'll get all sorts of tail!" Wolf thrust his hips into Fox's, grinding his own noticeably large manhood into the younger male's ass through their tight lycra, before growling lowly into Fox's ear. "Or maybe something else, if that's what you're after." He snickered.

Meanwhile Fox's face grew red from both embarrassment and a steady trail of blood as kept one eye open, flexing his young, toned muscled to try and escape the bigger man's hold. "Fuck you Wolf! FUCK YOU!!! I... I'LL KILL YOU!" Fox growled, and Wolf's laughter only got louder.

After a few drawn out minutes of bleeding, thrashing and screaming, Fox's words were cut off as he was winded, getting driven chest-first into the mat with Wolf still applying the full nelson from atop. Wolf ground his package into Fox's ass as he ground Fox's bloody face into the mat, undoubtedly creating more work for the cleaning crew later on tonight.

"Come on pup, say it!" Wolf growled from atop.

"Say WHAT? SURRENDER!? AS IF!" Fox growled back.

Wolf chuckled. "No, stupid pup! Just say you'll join my fanclub and put on your new... accessory." Wolf sneered, before releasing one arm from the hold to grab the nearby eyepatch.

Fox used this opportunity to elbow Wolf in the nose, but to the pup's dismay, it wasn't enough to shake the bigger man off who quickly reapplied the full nelson with a simple grunt of effort.

"Come on. We can't just leave you bleeding all over everything. Let Daddy lick it clean and apply your new... bandage." He cackled into Fox's ear before grinding himself further into Fox's body, causing the smaller man to be further smooshed.

"Fuck you, Wolf!" Fox panted out, growling once more, only to try and shake Wolf off and find himself unbudging. "Ugh, why don't you release this weak hold? You know I'll never submit to something so ineffective."

"Oh I believe you, pup." Wolf began to slowly grind on Fox's ass in a steady rhythm, openly humping the bleeding champion in the center of the ring for the entire world to see. "But I could stay here all night." He cooed into the vulpines ear, and though Fox couldn't see his face, he knew Wolf was grinning ear to ear. "But, tell you what." Wolf applied more pressure to Fox's neck, temporarily stopping the lewd motion in his hips. "Tell Daddy you're sorry, for all of it. Tell Daddy how much you regret ruining his entire career just so you could have a splash in the limelight. Tell Daddy that you knew that cutesy little birthday card of yours would piss him off, but you had no idea just how savagely Daddy would react, and that you deeply regret it. After that, you're going to be a good pup and let Daddy lick your wounds in front of these adoring fans and put on the eyepatch Daddy so generously bought and stored for you." Wolf snickered. "I think it only has a couple of Daddy's pubic furs on it, so you'll be fine! Might even help some of my physical prowess rub off on you..." The grinding on Fox's ass resumed. "Well, more than I already am." He snickered.

"Ugh." Fox scoffed, grunting with pure agitation, flexing his entire body and trying to wriggle and writhe out of Wolf's grip during his entire spiel, but it was no use. Feeling helpless, the young champion began to listen to Wolf's words and consider it. It was getting hard to concentrate with all this blood staining his face and chest fur.

"Ugh. FUCK! FINE! I... I'll do it." Fox groaned out.

"Say my name. You'll do it, what?" Wolf rubbed Fox's face further into the mat.

"I'LL DO IT WOLF!"

"Nah ah ah!" Wolf cackled down at Fox as he ground his hips into that fat, juicy green ass one more time.

"FUCK YOU!"

"SAY IT! WHAT'S MY NAME?"

There was a pause for a long moment, as Wolf continued to grind his now swollen purple bulge into the green set of melons Fox called an ass while simultaneously grinding his victims face into the mat. "Say it." The top-dog stated coolly, knowing Fox couldn't hold out much longer.

"D...Daddy."

Wolf's tail began to downright wag from atop Fox as he looked around the arena with a wide grin, seeing the wide eyes of many people in the front row, and much more pleasing, the nearby camera and microphone crew who had no doubt picked up what Fox had just called him.

---Ch. 7---

"Good boy." Wolf sneered down at the humiliated champion turned jobber, before finally releasing the hold and lifting Fox up to his knees by his white mohawk.

"Try anything." Wolf growled down at the kneeling, panting and bloodied boy, before flexing his gleaming, sharp claws in front of Fox's vision. "And I'll make your other eye match, though I'm not sure if you'd look quite as cute with two eye patches." He let out another deep, terrifying chuckle.

Meanwhile Fox stared ahead at those razor sharp claws and had to fight the urge to piss himself. Here he was, so early on in a match, and not only was the long time champion not easily winning, but he hasn't even come close. The young star hadn't landed a single blow on Wolf so far, save for a single elbow that the old lupine seemed to brush off with ease. Was this Wolf's true power? Had he really just let Fox overpower and beat him in his debut match? It had seemed so real, Fox himself had believed he legitimately out-wrestled Wolf for the past nine years. Thinking back, either Wolf seriously toughened himself up, or he was one hell of a good actor, and Fox whimpered, heart sinking, fearing it to be the latter.

The camera caught a brief glimpse of Wolf's big round purple ass eclipsing Fox's battered face, before Wolf squat down, and brought himself mouth to cheek with Fox, beginning to lap up droplets of blood and clean the younger male's face fur.

"Mm, your blood is touch sweet pup, just like you." Wolf remarked before going back to tongue bathing Fox's face fur. Fox winced, keeping his injured eye shut tightly, especially when Wolf's floppy wet tongue moved up from his now soaked cheek to gingerly lap at the injured area.

"I've always wanted to taste your tears, pup, but I must say, this is even better!" The wild lupine kept lapping up Fox's blood as the latter began to moan, buckling under the pure humiliation as the fans and camera crew stared on, dumbfounded.

Fox felt his hand ball into a fist.

"Nuh uh uh! We had a deal, PUP." Wolf growled, and as if upon instinct, Fox felt his hand unclench. What was happening to him?

Wolf then gripped Fox's chin between his finger and thumb, forcing the kneeling boy to look up at him. "Much better. Now for the finishing touch."

Another flash of those grinning, razor sharp teeth and a quick adjust of Wolf's swollen speedo later, and Fox felt the man's large hands stretching the eye patch around his head, before securing it in place.

Wolf adjusted the piece with the patience and virtue of an artist, before finally leaning back, still in a squat. "Well now, what did I say? I think you pull it off better than me kiddo! Just take a look!"

Wolf violently gripped Fox's mohawk and brought his face in close, before twisting Fox's head to the side and forcing him to look up at the titantron, the giant screen located above the entrance stage. Side by side, their two faces were shown, almost looking like different colored twins, save for the age difference that granted Wolf a bit more of a suave style.

Wolf's grin stretched back across his face next to Fox's expression of withdrawn horror and embarrassment while the sight of dozens, if not hundreds of cell phone lights could be seen from audience members looking to capture the moment.

That was the first time that night that Fox felt a tear leak down his face from his uninjured eye, and Wolf licked his lips, before leaning in to lick it up, shivering in utter delight. "Delicious. I never got to see your daddy cry, but this more than makes up for it!" Wolf snickered before molesting Fox's face with his tongue once more.

All the while Fox knelt, knees buckling, while trying, and failing, to muffle his squeals. Soon enough, the only way the champion was able to hide his terrified cries was due to the increasing volume of "BOO"s radiating out from the crowd.

Wolf cackled as he continued to lap away at Fox's face fur as if the latter were just a blubbering pup, all the while both men listened to the sound of crowd members beginning to curse and holler insults, almost all of which were directed at their previously beloved champion.

"What a BITCH!"

"YOU'RE A JOKE!"

"I can't believe this! The champ is just a scared little punk!"

Soon enough a chant began to form within the crowd, starting out quiet and faint, but catching on. Soon enough, the words were booming throughout the arena.

"YOU'RE. WOLF'S. BITCH. NOW!"

"YOU'RE. WOLF'S. BITCH. NOW!"

Fox's bottom lip quivered, ears folding in shame as he stared out at the audience. Fans that previously adored him, waited backstage for hours just to get his autograph, now audibly spat his name with pure disgust and disappointment. The only saving grace from the heartbreaking sight was Wolf's pink tongue coming in once more to lap up tears from around Fox's remaining eye.

"Shh. Shh. Don't you cry now, pup. This is how it was always meant to be. This is where you belong, under me, knowing who Daddy is. Now I just need you to do one last thing for me. Open your mouth, let Daddy inside. Then after that, you have my permission to quit the federation." Wolf grinned down at Fox, and the grin only spread wider when he saw the young man's lips slowly begin to part.

With a glazed over look in his remaining eye, Fox simply sat there as Wolf locked lips with him, shoving that old lupine tongue around every nook and cranny of the jobber champion's mouth.

While Wolf was moaning, practically howling into Fox's mouth in ecstasy, Fox's consciousness was slipping further and further out of the situation, back into the deepest crevices of his mind.

The ex-Starfox pilot thought back to his glory days. Not just from when he debuted in the federation and conquered Wolf, but back when he led his team of expert pilots, men who depended and relied on him. Where was that proud leader now? Was it always a lie? What would his father think if he could see him now?

Suddenly there was a loud, muffled scream that resonated throughout the arena. Sharp and loud, the audience temporarily stopped their chanting to listen in. That was when many of the audience member's eyes widened, eyebrows raising in surprise at what they were seeing.

Both men were now standing in the center of the ring, still engaged in a lip lock, only Wolf's big, proud, silver body was thrashing, writhing and screaming as he tried to escape the iron grip Fox's teeth now had on his tongue!

For the first time tonight, Fox was showing true aggression!

---Ch. 8---

The purple boots of O' Donnell stamped on the ground repeatedly from the pure adrenaline that was now coursing throughout the elder warrior's body. Those feverish, hungry howls of pleasure had quickly turned into ferocious growls, and he wasn't the only one.

Wolf stared with a wide eye into Fox's wide open, glaring green eye, and for the first time in his life, saw a rabid animal, one which previously laid dormant deep inside Fox, now raising to the surface.

Wolf raised his hands up towards Fox's head, grunting out as Fox began to pummel onto those old white furred abs, soon gripping them and sinking his claws into Wolf's hardened, but still tender flesh.

Meanwhile Wolf sank his own claws into Fox; more specifically, Fox's mouth. Wolf snuck his fingertips between Fox's teeth, being extra careful now to get his digits bit clean off by the now ravenous warrior, before those silver furred biceps flexed, and Wolf began to pry his opponents jaw open like a steel trap!

With his tongue finally free, Wolf gasped out, ready to open his mouth and give the pup a piece of his mind. However, Wolf's fierce growling quickly turned into panicked grunting and wheezing, as his entire body was lifted up off the ground by the ferocious, fully flexed, adrenaline fueled fox. Wolf began to gasp and cry out in pain, legs flailing in the air as he found himself in an elevated abdominal claw hold. The crowd stared on in jaw dropped disbelief. Their champion had always showed athleticism in the form of agility, speed and endurance, but never had he shown this level of raw, primal strength.

"I will SNUFF YOU, old man!" Now it was Fox's turn to growl and sneer. "Not only for the pain you've put me through, but the torment you put my team through, my FATHER!" Fox shook Wolf's body, causing those claws to sink further into that tight, old white furred flesh. "I gave you leniency over the past nine years because I thought you'd learned your lesson, and we'd buried the hatchet!" Another shake, another scream. "But now all of this resurfaces, nearly a decade of bottled up resentment, all over what? A damn birthday card?" Fox finally threw Wolf to the ground, releasing the hold and giving his sore arms an idle rub as he stalked closer. "You should have just accepted it, old man." Now it was Fox pulling Wolf up by the white mohawk, forcing the injured veteran to meet his gaze. "You're past your prime! Obsolete!" Fox delivered a sharp backhand to Wolf's face, resulting in a pained grunt.

"Perhaps it's best I steal your idea, and see what you look like with two eye patches, hm?" Fox reached his hand up towards Wolf's remaining eye, claws outstretched to snatch it clean from it's socket, but Wolf's hand gripped that wrist, stopping it just in time. With both men flexing their biceps and forearms, yet remaining still as statues, the Beast Wars Wrestling audience was at the edge of their seats. Was Fox really about to make the comeback of a lifetime? Or was Wolf merely toying with his prey, and just allowing Fox to think he had the upperhand before dashing the young champions hopes out for good?

---Ch. 9---

With both combatants locked in the hold, it seemed that the action was at a stalemate. That was, until Fox's knee came crashing up into Wolf's nuts in a sudden low blow, causing the old lupine to drop to both knees with an agonized squeal. "Th... Thought you were supposed to be the good guy." Wolf coughed, his open eye growing wider as those claws grew nearer.

"Well, it's like you always say, Wolf. Playtime's over." Fox growled and that arm pushed forward into Wolf's face.

However, the experienced lupine had managed to angle his face upward so that the dominant male's hand was suddenly thrust into his mouth! Now, it was Wolf's turn to bite, and bite he did! The sound the grizzled old veteran made was rabid as he gnawed away, seeking to perhaps tear a digit or two off of Fox's hand, but with a loud yelp and another swift stomp into that round, purple, bulging manhood, Wolf spat out that hand and fell to the floor, clutching his balls with a another loud squeal of agony.

Fox shook his hand, checking to make sure he still had all five digits before wiping the blood on his trunks. He then looked down at Wolf, hunched over and squealing in pain, and a devious smirk grew across his face. "I think it's time I hit you with my finisher, in the literal sense, Wolf. What do you say?" Fox cackled before circling around to Wolf's backside and planting that green boot onto Wolf's plump, purple upturned rump, before giving it a shove so that Wolf laid flat on his stomach. Fox wasted no time stomping over, a foot on either side of Wolf's torso, and squatting down to sit, with his big green ass atop Wolf's large, purple ass. "This is how the legacy of Starwolf comes to an end." Fox grinned, before his hands reached down and interlocked around Wolf's chin, snatching his head and pulling it back, before maneuvering Wolf's arms over Fox's own knees. "It's time for your last time in the Fox Lock, Wolf! Enjoy it! You'll never be more relevant than you are now!" Fox smiled, flashing his pearly white teeth for the camera as he tugged Wolf's head back, pressing his ass now into the small of Wolf's back, arching it painfully. "I want you to know that the note really wasn't that personal, Wolf. Frankly, I just felt like messing with you a little, for old times sake. Thought maybe you'd write some snotty note back, and it would be cute. Instead, you make a spectacle of the situation, blow it out of proportion and make everybody miserable, just like you always do. You even convinced one of our upcoming stars to quit the business over this petty squabble. Well your poor attitude and asinine antics come to an end, right here, right now, Wolf!

Fox began to grind his boots into the mat, arching Wolf even further. Soon Fox scooted back, so that his ass was seated atop Wolf's upper thighs, giving the lupine more room to bend back, almost to the point of snapping grotesquely. With Wolf's body now bent into a c-shape, Fox gave the camera a wink, before grinning down at Wolf and gritting his teeth, muscles flexing and fur bristling in pure adrenaline fueled intensity. "I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR BACK OLD MAN!"

Meanwhile Wolf howled out at the top of his lungs in wide eyed, excruciating pain. However, even the old lupine had a good amount of flexibility, and his body resisted snapping for the moment. Instead, Wolf summoned up all the strength he had in his neck, to lean his head forward, before bringing his head crashing back into Fox's chin in a rear headbutt! One of Fox's hands slipped, and before he could regain his grip, Wolf bucked his hips up, sending Fox into a squat above his body. Like a blur, Wolf slid out from between Fox's legs, and before the squatting vulpine had a chance to react and change his stance, Wolf's balled up fist came crashing, straight up, into Fox's green packed nuts, popping them both instantaneously with a sickening, audible crunch.

---Ch. 10---

Fox's eyes, or at least, the one that remained, crossed as all sound in the arena became a blur. The vupline stood, clutching his eggs, or rather, what remained of them, through his less than well fortified green trunks. "I... I... I... What did... you..."

Those were the only words Fox was able to get out before Wolf grabbed his ankles, slipping them out from under him, before the bigger man crawled atop the newly made eunuch's back.

"Should have taken my offer, pup. Now? It's too late for you." Wolf reached down to interlock his fingers underneath Fox's chin, yanking his victim's head back while sliding his silver knees underneath the fox's arms. "What do you call this again? The Fox-Trap? Heh, how appropriate." Wolf chuckled lowly, giving Fox's jaw another tug, and then another, slowly but surely bending the young heroes back into the same c-shape Wolf had just been bent into, only the old wolf didn't have any plans of letting him escape. Wolf continued to bend Fox, further and further, peeling more and more of that white furred chest and tight abdomen up for the camera to see, until finally, Fox was looking back at Wolf's face from an upside down angle.

"I would have let you live, would have let you retire, and stay with me, peacefully under my room, like the good little bitch pup you are. But you just HAD to play the warrior and fight back, and for what? To bring honor to your dead father? Well, lets see how proud your old daddy is when you go out screaming like a bitch on live TV!" And with that, Wolf sank his teeth down into Fox's remaining eye, latching onto the socket, and beginning to suck and chew.

Fox let out the highest, most pained screams and squeals of his life, his young, grotesquely bent body thrashing and spasming as he cried out for dear life. "I QUIT! I RETI-" Only for Wolf's hand to clamp over his mouth, muffling his words.

"What was that? Did he surrender?" The referee leaned in to ask, only for Wolf to quickly detach his mouth from Fox's eye, licking his lips and smiling. "No, I didn't hear anything!" Before diving back down to dig in.

Fox's bent body spasmed and flailed, and that muffled screaming continued for several minutes as the audience watched on in silent horror, until finally, the spasming and screaming stopped, along with all movement in Fox's body.

With a sudden audible rip, Wolf yanked his head back, causing blood to squirt from Fox's eye socket, and with his head pointing skyward, Wolf spat out a glob of mass before letting out a long, loud, triumphant howl. The camera man in the corner of the ring zoomed in on the extracted object, Fox's green eye, looking directly at the lens from the center of the ring.

Wolf then leaned down to lap at the now empty eye socket of the twitching husk, a bit less tenderly than he had before. Then with one final sneer, Wolf took one of his hands off of Fox's chin, reaching up to his own eye patch and removing it.

Keeping his scarred eye closed, Wolf worked the second eyepatch around Fox's newly made eye-hole, effectively accessorizing him with two separate, plain black eye patches. The victor chuckled as his name was called, and various cheers and boos erupted from the audience. He held up the corpse's face for the camera to get a good view of the lifeless expression, eyes covered by the ridiculous double eyepatches, all underneath Wolf's grinning, heaving, hulking silver furred body. Wolf leaned down to give the defeated jobber-champs face one last slow, gleeful lick, before whispering in the corpse's ear.

"Starfox, you've never looked better."