Fox stared down at his captive, a wolf with his head hanging low, arms tied behind his back. With a smirk, Fox placed his paw on the wolf's chin and forced him to look up, one eye looking into Fox's, the other covered with a black eye patch.

Fox McCloud chuckled and licked the wolf's muzzle. "Seems you've been beat for the last time, Wolf..."

O'Donnell looked away and sighed. He looked over to his blue vest, held to the ground by his blaster. Only in his tank top and black, tight pants, the lupine felt a little exposed, feeling the breeze rustle the fur on the open parts of his body. His tail hang limp, his head down low. He indeed felt defeated, now at the mercy of his rival, who was basking in the feeling of having Wolf O'Donnell as his captive.

Fox knelt down beside Wolf, his blaster raising Wolf's chin. "Head up, I want you to watch this..." Fox said as he stood up, blaster pointed at Wolf's head.

Wolf whimpered and stared up at the barrel, shaking and sweating nervously. "C'mon Fox...please...don't do this!" He began to beg.

Wolf never thought he'd be begging to Fox. The vulpine chuckled. "Too late, Wolf...now it's time to..."