"The trunk! The trunk! Give him the trunk!" The crowd yelled above all things. Thunder smiled and lifted his victim up high for all to see. Simba braced himself as best he could, preparing for the muscular coils around him to crush him once again. Instead the elephant was ruminating on an idea. He'd thought about it before, but most of the time his opponents were too heavy to try this particular trick. With the little cub it could work.
The meaty trunk wrapped itself around the lion a little tighter, adding an extra coil to lock Simba in a powerful grip. Surprisingly the elephant seemed to hold back on the pressure. The cub knew well that he could squeeze a lót harder with his trunk. He wasn't given time to question the grey monster's actions any further as Thunder set his plan into motion. He stretched the trunk out as far as he could, holding the little cub firmly. Slowly he moved the little confused lion through the air in a circle. Simba was utterly bewildered. What in the hell was the elephant doing? As he went full circle the elephant span him around again, a little faster this time. Slowly it began to dawn on the cub what was happening as each lap went by faster and faster.
Thunder was cautious in the execution of what he'd dubbed 'the helicopter' in his mind. He wasn't sure if he could pull it off or whether flinging the little cub around over his head would hurt his trunk too much. He started easy to get a feel for things but quickly picked up the pace as he felt more confident in his ability to perform. Simba had taken to screaming as he was flung around faster still. The crowd could barely keep their eyes on the cub as he soared through the air, still firmly in the grasp of Thunder's strong trunk. Simba's world was nothing but a blur now, and his stomach felt queasy from the speed. After only a few seconds of full speed Thunder slowed down and gently set the little lion back down on the ground.
Simba stumbled and wobbled on his feet, barely able to stay upright. He tried to focus on his enemy, but he couldn't tell which of the three blurry spinning elephants was the real one. He felt sick to his stomach from the speed and the iron grip of the trunk. He inevitably fell over, failing to even find his feet again and stand up. Thunder almost felt bad for the little guy, leaning his trunk in for an inquisitive poke.
"You alright there, squirt?" He asked insincerely. The vulture smiled and flew into the ring to make things official.
"Simba is no longer able to fight! Your winner is Thunnnnder!" He yelled to raucous applause. The crowd cheered and clapped loudly, highly entertained by the merciless beatdown the elephant had laid upon the little cub. The vulture then turned his attention to Thunder.
"Now, as is our tradition, you are allowed to claim your opponent as your own. What will you do?"
"I think we both know where this cub is going, don't we?" The elephant answered playfully.
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