A physical blow in the traditional sense hadn't really landed between the two of them and yet it was clear who the one winning was. It was such a tremendous show. That was the key word here. The audience was being entertained by Cream putting on a glorious show, not a fight.
She might as well have had Blaze tied to a bunch of strings and began puppeteering her around like a marionette.
After all, her pride had been shattered into little tiny pieces at this point. She was wobbly, dizzy, confused, scared, embarrassed, and she really felt like she needed to use the bathroom too. That feeling she got when her head was in the clouds was overcoming her body. She might as well have been skydiving.
Cream had to giggle a bit when she stole a glance at Blaze and saw her pupils replaced with anime swirls. She was muttering some stuff about not being a baby and asking no one in particular how her pants got stolen. She seemed like she was short-circuiting. It was adorable.
Cream reached into her big bag and began digging through her baby supplies. "She's all flustered. Poor baby. Maybe she needs something to calm herself down." The rabbit smiled and started tossing random things out of her bag behind her.
Blaze groaned and tried her best to refocus her eyes... only for them to widen when another empty baby bottle smacked her across the head. Blaze's eyes spun and she started to stammer about, punch-drunk. More items kept being flung from the bag though. Some lotion in a bottle, some wooden baby blocks, baby booties with particularly hard soles, and some baby powder.
"Oh. I got it. Her favorite baby rattle!" Cream smiled, producing the item in question. She tossed it up and down in her hand before spinning it around and flinging it at the drooling, wobbling, purple cat.
WHAM!
It whacked her across the face. The slow motion replay on the large jumbotron showed frame by frame the goofy look on her face as it hit and made her spin out of control like an intoxicated ballerina before crashing onto her cheek. With her eyes rolling, her pantied butt sticking up for the viewing pleasure of the crowd, and a ton of bells ringing in her head, she drooled onto the mat and smiled like a derp. Stars circled around her head to mix with the ringing bells just for added slapstick effect. Cream's throwing arm was a marvel.
Blaze was unconscious and the "fight" was very much over. The announcer even managed to cease giggling so that she could call it.
"1... 2... 3! Blaze is out cold from a rattle to the head!"
Cream giggled as she looked the scene over. "Oh my. Naughty Blaze. Sleeping with your dirty butt sticking up like that to all these people? That's a no-no. Well, at least it'll be easier to change you while you take your nap. Time to get started."
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