(Not many people seem to be able to take a punch from Jake. I think Chase did a great job of training his little brother. Well, let's see how it went....)
Soon Jake let go of the coyote and the coyote, breathing heavily, tried to stand up.
‘Careful,’ the cat said, giving Tech a paw. ‘Did I beat you up too badly?’
‘Um... It's okay,’ Tech said shyly, averting his gaze slightly. ‘You're sorry if I'm such a tough wrestler, and I didn't mean to hurt you...’
‘Come on,’ Jake gave the coyote a friendly hug, ’I didn't mean to hurt you either. I mean, we're just fighting, that's all.’
The coyote smiled.
‘You're a great guy, Jake. Let's go another round, okay?’
‘Naturally!’
The guys broke the embrace, and round two began. The cat and the coyote weren't going to hold back, they were interested in wrestling each other, but they were anxious to make sure their opponent wasn't crippled. Yes, sport was no place for overt displays of friendship, but Jake and Tech were careful not to hit their opponents' chests and other body parts too hard. Both fighters were drenched in sweat, it trickled down their muscles like raindrops or showers. Finally, Jake seized the moment and punched the coyote in the jaw with such force that the coyote, splattering saliva, nearly fell over.
‘I hope I didn't hit him too hard with the European Uppercut...’ went through Jake's mind.

Nice! owo