(Time to new fight scene of our story. But Tech looks like he is not ruining his carrier.)
They spun around the ring until the coyote threw the cat on his back. As Jake recovered, Tech stood over him and lifted his left leg to step on his opponent's chest and press him to the mat. Except Jake had time to see it, and the coyote stomped his foot on the mat, for the cat had time to roll to the side.
“Heh, that was close,” he said, getting to his feet, sweat glistening on his body. Tech hummed.
“You made it in time at the very last moment. I could have broken your ribs if I'd stepped on you.”
“Tech, let's not discuss our speed, okay?” said Jake, getting into a fighting stance. “I don't want to fight with you and figure out who's tougher, you dogs or us cats.”
Coyote sighed.
“I don't want to hurt you, Jake, because you're a great fighter! And I'm proud to be fighting you right now! I really am!”
Jake laughed, kindly, with a slightly awkward smile.
“I know you are, Techie. I think back to the years of fighting Mad Cat, Pastmaster, Dark Cat, and other villains, where I could sometimes wrestle my opponent in a fist fight, too.”
Tech stuck out his pecs haughtily.
“In my case, it was a lot of bad guys. My fighting skills are certainly not the same as Slam's, he's more powerful than I am, but even with muscles like that, I want to defend those I've met.”
“Then show me the power of coyotes! I want to see your abilities!”
Jake was already eager to see his new fight mate in his strength. Tech looked embarrassed.
“Wouldn't that be a lowering of your self-esteem?”
Jake flashed his eyes.
“No. It would be an occasion for self-improvement! And friendship. Tech, don't worry, I won't be offended if I lose.”
“And if I don't want you to lose the fight?!” exclaimed the coyote. “You're a legend in fight club circles, lots of strongmen want to fight you! And what will happen when I defeat you? It'll mean you lost, and that you probably doped that time!”
Jake looked at Tech in surprise. He knew what the coyote meant, knew he didn't want to ruin his buddy's career, but what did he, the cat, care about stupid rumors? He would fight, and even if he lost to the coyote, he wouldn't be upset!
“Tech, pull yourself together! You're an adult coyote, not a puppy! Or what, you think I'm going to get mad? I'll roll you up in that mat like a roll of wallpaper in no time!”
And he lunged at Tech, but the latter dodged the blow of a fist aimed right at his nose. The cat let out a belligerent howl and tanked on the coyote again, but he fended off blows to his chest, abs, and shoulders with such agility as if he were a wrestler from ancient Greece. Finally, after five minutes, Tech got tired of blocking punches, so he went behind the cat's back during another attack, and Jake felt the coyote's one hand lock onto his left arm and the other around Turbo Cat's co-pilot's throat.
“Ah that's how you are, huh? Using Cobra Clutch?” snarled Jake, trying to break free, but the coyote had a dead grip on him.
“Any dog can have tricks up his sleeve,” growled Tech in a deliberately menacing and haughty tone, not releasing the cat from his grasp. “Surrender, or I'll squeeze you harder.”
“You won't!” exclaimed Jake, beginning to look for an opportunity to break free of his friend's grip.

Nice~! owo