Chapter 167 The Wrestling Match

With no immediate relief in sight, Hermit's eyes darted desperately toward the distant trash bags. Summoning every ounce of strength, he reached out with his tiny hands, stretching as far as he could.

"Gahh! Come on! Reach... reach! Curse you, little hands, do your thing! Please, just a bit closer!" Hermit whimpered, his voice strained and choked with despair.

 But it was just too far for his feeble hands to reach.

 "N-No, not reaching! Curse these useless hands! Why can't they just stretch a bit more?

 In a last-ditch effort, fueled by sheer desperation, he flung his elongated ears with all his might, extending them towards the distant bags. 

"Owww! My ears, they feel like they're gonna tear off! H-hurry, I can't bear this much longer!"

Miraculously, his ear tips grazed the surface of the trash bags, as if reaching out in a plea for assistance.

The wrestling raccoon, true to the rules of the match, acknowledged Hermit's touch on the trash bags as a rope break. Respecting the rules, it released the grapple, allowing Hermit a momentary respite from the agonizing hold.

"A-aah, Master... it... hurts... raccoon! S-stay back!"

Panting heavily and wracked with pain, Hermit clung to the brief reprieve granted by the trash bags. He lay there, gasping for air and collecting his shattered resolve, while the raccoon observed him with cunning eyes.

As Hermit attempted to push himself off the ground, the raccoon performed a gravity-defying Jumping Axe Kick, sending Hermit's face crashing into the pavement. The impact created a resounding thud, even Suzuka gasped watching.

Hermit whimpered, his voice strained and weak as he clutched his throbbing face, blood dripping from his bruised nose.

"Raccoon... it's strong... m-my face... ouchie!"

The raccoon swiftly pounced on Hermit's back, expertly locking its hands behind his back. With precision, it wrapped one arm around Hermit's neck, applying a chokehold. 

"Owwiee! P-please, Mr. Raccoon, let Hermit go! Ughh, Hermit can't breathe! It hurts so much! Eek, your claws are sharp! P-please, have mercy! Hermit won't bother you anymore! Let go, let go!"

With ruthless aggression, the raccoon twisted Hermit's ear, inflicting torment upon the goblin. Not content with that, the audacious creature boldly bit into Hermit's other ear, applying force to further increase his suffering and disrespect him.

"Ahh! N-No! Please, raccoon, s-stop this cruelty! Uwieee! H-Hermit is s-sorry! P-Please, stop! It hurts!" Hermit whimpered, his voice trembling with fear and pain.

 "Let go of Hermit! Hermit is n-not your enemy!"

Ignoring his pleas, the raccoon sank its teeth deeper into Hermit's ear, causing him to cry out in misery. 

"Wreeeee! M-Master! S-Save Hermit! Please! N-No more! P-Please! Hermit can't breathe! Master, help!" he cried, his words now choked by the relentless chokehold.

Meanwhile, Suzuka, enjoying the performance, playfully extended her arm towards Hermit, taunting him with false hope, "Hermit! Come on! Tap my hand and switch places with me! Tap out!"

 She knew full well that such an action was beyond the goblin's reach.

Mocking Hermit's plight, Suzuka struggled to contain her laughter, relishing in the goblin's predicament. However, in a last desperate attempt to defend himself, Hermit unleashed an unexpected move. With an incredible display of agility, he launched his elongated tongue behind his head, flailing it like a raging snake. In a twist of fate, his tongue accidentally brushed against the raccoon's eye, causing the thieving creature to recoil, clutching its eye as it lay on the ground.

Hermit, filled with a newfound sense of confidence, seized the opportunity and scurried towards the nearby dumpster. With clumsy movements, he climbed atop the dumpster, his small frame perched triumphantly. Summoning all his courage, he took a leap, aiming to deliver a daring body slam onto the raccoon, and let out a whimpering battle cry, "E-e-enough! No more tormenting Hermit! Prepare to face the wrath of the mighty Hermit!"

However, the raccoon, swiftly rolled to the side, narrowly evading Hermit's attack. The goblin's triumphant leap turned into a moment of misfortune, as he landed with a resounding splash on the unforgiving stone pavement. His body lay flat, spit image to a freshly baked cake fallen to the ground and crushed.

Pain shot through his tiny body, and he whimpered in agony.

 "Owww! It hurts! It hurts so much! Why did I do that? Why? Uwiee! Oh, the pain, the pain!" he moaned, clutching his aching limbs.

"Hermit's bones feel like they're turned into mushy peas! Wreee!"

The raccoon's fury intensified as the goblin's tongue defiled its eye. Enraged by the insult, the raccoon stormed over to the nearby trash bags, his beady eyes gleaming with malicious intent. He rummaged through the discarded waste, searching for a peculiar item.

After a moment, the raccoon triumphantly pulled out a minuscule folding chair, a common prop used in wrestling matches. Approaching the smushed and baffled goblin, the raccoon taped the chair to the ground, silently urging Hermit to stand up and face the upcoming beatdown.

Hermit, still wobbling from the crash to the ground, slowly regained his senses. His body trembled and wobbled, the shock and confusion coursing through him. With great effort, he managed to force himself to stand, his legs unsteady beneath him.

Hermit's voice quivered as he stammered, "Why... why did I do that? Ughh, my head hurts... why am I here...? Oh, my poor ears... m-ma-master... where are you?"

Dumbstruck and disoriented, Hermit surveyed his surroundings, confusion etched upon his face. Turning his attention toward the raccoon, his eyes widened with a mix of fear and surprise. Before he could react, the raccoon, filled with fury, wound up the miniature chair, generating a surprising amount of force.

The raccoon sprinted toward the goblin. With a devastating slam of the chair, the raccoon delivered a merciless blow, propelling the wimpy body of the goblin through the air. He soared like a ragdoll, his limbs flailing, and crashed into a towering pile of trash, triggering an explosive vortex of filth.

The impact of Hermit's body against the heap of garbage unleashed a tornado of debris and refuse, swirling around him in a disgusting spectacle. He found himself engulfed in a tempest of discarded items, his senses overwhelmed by the putrid stench and the chaos that surrounded him.

"Ughh... what just happened? My head feels like a squished pumpkin... Wreeeee! Foul smell! Foul smell! Ughhh! Nasty, dirty mess! Hermit not like this! No, no!"

 The raccoon didn't end there. He grabbed Hermit by his ears and dragged him out of the trash pile. The raccoon swiftly unfolded a folding chair, placing it on the ground with a dramatic flair. He seized Hermit's ears, forcefully pushing them through the gap in the chair. 

Overwhelmed and fatigued from their previous encounter, Hermit found himself immobilized, flat on the ground with his ears pinned in the chair, his strength depleted.

"Ughhh... wh-what's happening? M-my ears... let me go! Wha... what's goin' on? Lemme go, you filthy creature! Nooo... Hermit doesn't like this game... Let go of Hermit's ears, please... wreeee!"

With an air of triumph, the raccoon struck a series of triumphant poses, basking in the imaginary cheers of the crowd. Suzuka, fully embracing the theatrics, joined in the spectacle, clapping and cheering with gusto. The imaginary arena reverberated with the collective excitement of the spectators, engrossed in the wrestling match before them.

Suzuka waited and eagerly anticipated Hermit's triumphant comeback. She knew that in the realm of wrestling, the tables could turn at any moment, and a hero's redemption was always within reach. But the hero of the story was the cute and adorable raccoon and not the disgusting monster such as filthy goblin.

With agility and finesse, the raccoon leaped toward the nearby dumpster. In a display of acrobatic prowess, it scaled the wall with remarkable speed, launching itself into a magnificent backflip, he landed on the chair, and the raccoon's impact was devastating. It folded the chair with brutal force and clamped its jaws around Hermit's ears like giant clattering traps.

As the chair clamped onto Hermit's ears, an electrifying jolt of pain surged through his body, causing him to convulse and spasm uncontrollably. His eyes bulged out of their sockets, the intensity of the moment distorting his face. Every muscle seemed to revolt against the painful grip of the chair, his limbs flailing wildly as if possessed by an unseen force. With his maw dislodged from its usual position, a nightmarish screech tore through the air, its sound both terrifying and unsettling.

"WREEEEE! Aaaarghh! P-Please! Mercy! S-Stop this torment! I-I beg you! WREEEEE!" Hermit's voice echoed with an otherworldly pitch, a scream of anguish that sent shivers down the spines of any who heard it.

A mixture of shock and pain coursed through Hermit's body as the chair's grip tightened. 

"WRAAAAAHHHH! Master, help me!" Hermit's voice quivered with anguish as he pleaded for Suzuka's assistance.

 "Make it stop! It hurts! It hurts so much! My precious ears!"

Suzuka gasped in surprise, captivated by the unexpected turn of events.

"Stay strong, Hermit!" Suzuka called out, her voice filled with a mix of encouragement and sympathy.

 "Remember, it's just a performance, you still can do this. Hang in there, my little goblin! You can do this, I believe in you!"

 Hermit's facade crumbled, replaced by an expression of genuine misery.

 The raccoon, growing bored with tormenting the cheeky goblin, discarded the chair and swiftly pinned Hermit to the ground, its mischievous eyes fixated on Suzuka. Exhausted and wracked with pain, Hermit mustered a plea to his master, his voice barely a whisper.

"Master... please, count down... he's waiting... for the countdown. Please... end this torment..." Hermit's words were laden with desperation, seeking an escape from the tormenting clutches of the cunning raccoon.

Suzuka playfully jumped into the action, ready to provide a dramatic resolution to the fight. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she gently tapped the ground and began to count, her voice carrying a tone of playful authority.

"One... two... three... You won, mister raccoon! Congratulations! You have bested this vile goblin, this grotesque monster, in a fair fight. Good job showing him who is the boss around here and putting this vile monster in his place where he belongs!" She said in a dramatic tone.

As Suzuka's countdown reached its conclusion, the raccoon released its grip on Hermit, triumphantly posing atop the goblin's defeated body while stepping on his ears. He basked in the imaginary glory of his victory, reveling in the momentary triumph over the goblin.

With a triumphant grin, he turned to the defeated and crushed goblin lying helplessly on the ground beneath his feet. In a display of disgust, the raccoon audaciously spat on Hermit, his saliva landing with a sickening splatter on the goblin's worn-out face.

"No... no, please... Why... why do you do this?" Hermit whimpered, his voice trembling with fear and pain. 

"I-I didn't do anything to you... I just wanted some food... just a little scrap to eat... I-I don't deserve this... I don't deserve your hatred... to be humiliated like this."

As the raccoon strutted away, his tail held high in a show of superiority, he made his way toward the container. He maneuvered his nimble paws, retrieving the bag of food he had scavenged. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he clutched his prize, relishing in the spoils of his victory.

Meanwhile, Hermit, battered and bruised, slowly began to stir. Summoning his last reserves of strength, he rose from the ground, his body trembling with both pain and misery.

With a newfound fire in his belly, Hermit leaped forward, a pathetic stumble of sheer willpower propelling him toward the retreating raccoon. His small size lunged toward his adversary, his fingers outstretched, aiming to snatch the meal.

 The raccoon swiftly evaded Hermit's desperate attempt to catch hold of the food. With a combination of agility and cunning, the raccoon tripped Hermit, sending him sprawling onto the ground in a defenseless state. Seizing the opportunity, the raccoon's anger flared, and it unleashed a relentless assault upon the helpless goblin.

The raccoon's fury knew no bounds as it mercilessly kicked and pummeled Hermit. Each blow landed with brutal force, targeting his head, and ribs, and even stomping on his vulnerable ears.

Suzuka, witnessing the disturbing beatdown, couldn't remain silent. She intervened, raising her voice to address the raccoon, "Wait a minute, Mr. Raccoon! This is no longer a fair contest. You're simply beating him up now! This is not a performance, just plain simple violence. It's not cool at all! Stop that at once, mister!"

The wrestling raccoon turned its gaze towards Suzuka, locking eyes with her. 

Meanwhile, Hermit, battered and broken on the ground, managed to muster a desperate warning amidst his whimpering, "Master! He is challenging you to a match. If you don't avert your gaze within five seconds, he will assume you've accepted his challenge and initiate a fight with you."

As the raccoon's gaze met Suzuka's, a sudden shift occurred within the creature. Tremors ran through its body, a primal instinct urging it to flee. The beady eyes that once held defiance now widened with terror as they beheld Suzuka. What had initially appeared as a beautiful young woman transformed before the raccoon's eyes into a horrifying monster, emanating an aura of danger and death.

The raccoon's survival instincts kicked into high gear as it realized the grave mistake it had made. It knew, with an innate certainty, that challenging Suzuka would only lead to its own demise. Without hesitation, with a swift turn of its tail, the raccoon scuttled away, desperate to put as much distance as possible between itself and the fearsome entity before it.

Defeated once again, Hermit watched in frustration as the raccoon made his escape, the tantalizing bag of food clutched securely in his paws. The sight ignited sorrow within the goblin's heart.

"Wreeee! Curse you, vile raccoon! You, sneaky food thief, scurrying away with that tasty treasure! My poor tummy yearns for that savory feast, yet it remains empty and forsaken," Hermit wailed, his voice filled with desperation and self-pity.