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The mansion's underground arena was alive with the sound of cheering and excitement. Members of Colette's organization had gathered to witness a spectacle unlike anything they'd seen before—a wrestling match between their indomitable boss, Colette, and Oakley, piloting the organization's latest technological marvel: a massive, state-of-the-art mech.

The mech, towering at nearly twelve feet tall, gleamed under the bright arena lights. Painted in the organization's signature dark blue and silver, it was armed with powerful grappling claws, reinforced armor plating, and a host of advanced combat systems. Oakley, seated in the cockpit, adjusted his controls, his usual calm expression replaced with a determined smirk.

Colette, on the other hand, stood in the center of the ring, her arms crossed as she surveyed her opponent with amusement. Her blue-and-white scales shimmered under the lights, and her kimono—modified for mobility—revealed her powerful, curvaceous frame. Her wings flexed behind her, and her tail swished with excitement. She exuded confidence, her sharp blue eyes locked onto the mech.

From the sidelines, Kent sat in the VIP section, watching nervously. He had never seen Colette take on something like this before, and while he trusted her strength, the mech looked intimidating.

"Alright, Oakley," Colette called, her voice echoing through the arena. "Show me what this toy of yours can do."

Oakley's voice crackled through the mech's speakers. "With pleasure, boss. But don't hold back, or this won't be any fun."

The match began with a thunderous roar from the crowd as Oakley moved the mech forward, its heavy steps shaking the arena floor. The mech's arms extended, attempting to grab Colette in its massive claws. But Colette was too quick. With a burst of speed, she dodged to the side, her tail lashing out to sweep the mech's legs.

The mech stumbled but quickly regained its balance. Oakley adjusted his controls, launching the mech's grappling hooks to ensnare Colette's wings. The hooks latched on, and the mech pulled hard, trying to pin her in place.

"Not bad," Colette said with a grin, flexing her wings and snapping the cables like threads. "But you'll have to do better than that."

The crowd erupted in cheers as Colette lunged forward, grabbing the mech's arm with both hands. With a display of raw strength, she flipped the massive machine over her shoulder, slamming it onto the mat. The impact shook the entire arena, and Oakley winced in the cockpit as alarms blared.

"Still think you can take me?" Colette taunted, her smirk widening.

Oakley chuckled, even as he struggled to regain control. "It's not over yet, boss."

The mech's thrusters roared to life, propelling it upright in a split second. It lashed out with its claws, managing to grab Colette's arm. Using its reinforced servos, it lifted her off the ground and attempted to slam her down. But Colette countered with a twist of her body, wrenching free and wrapping her tail around the mech's leg. With a powerful yank, she toppled it again.

The match continued, a back-and-forth display of strength, strategy, and sheer determination. Despite the mech's advanced technology and Oakley's skillful piloting, Colette's raw power and agility proved too much. With a final, resounding slam, she pinned the mech to the ground, her claws digging into its chest plate.

The crowd went wild as Colette stood victorious, her chest heaving from exertion but her expression triumphant.

Oakley's voice crackled through the speakers, a note of humor in his tone. "Alright, boss. You win. I yield."

Colette stepped back, allowing Oakley to climb out of the cockpit. "Good effort," she said, offering him a clawed hand to shake. "But next time, bring something tougher."

Oakley chuckled, shaking her hand. "Noted. I'll tell the engineers to go back to the drawing board."

As the crowd began to disperse, Colette turned her attention to Kent, who had been watching intently from the sidelines. She approached him, her expression softening as she wiped away a bit of sweat. "So, what did you think, darling? Impressive, wasn't it?"

Kent looked up at her, his face slightly flushed. "It was… really amazing," he said, his voice honest but distracted. "But, to be honest, I was more focused on how beautiful you looked."

Colette froze, her sharp blue eyes widening in surprise. A deep blush spread across her cheeks, contrasting with her shimmering scales. For a moment, she seemed at a loss for words, an uncharacteristic softness overtaking her usual confidence.

"Kent…" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Then, unable to contain herself, she swept him into a tight hug, her wings wrapping around him protectively. Her tail coiled around his waist as she pressed her face against his, planting kisses all over his cheeks and forehead.

"You're too sweet," she gushed, her tone filled with unrestrained excitement. "How did I get so lucky to have you?"

Kent's face turned bright red as he tried to squirm away. "C-Colette, not in front of everyone…"

But Colette only laughed, holding him tighter. "Let them see! I don't care. You're mine, and I'll kiss you as much as I want."

The remaining soldiers in the arena averted their eyes, wisely choosing to focus on their work as Colette showered her husband with affection. Oakley, leaning against the mech, shook his head with a faint smirk. "Poor guy never stood a chance," he muttered to himself.

As Colette finally released Kent, she cupped his face in her claws, her eyes shining with adoration. "Thank you, Kent. Your words mean more to me than any victory ever could."

Kent smiled, his blush fading slightly. "You really are amazing, Colette."

"And don't you forget it," she replied with a wink, before scooping him up in her arms. "Now, let's go celebrate."

As she carried him out of the arena, her laughter echoed through the halls, a rare moment of pure joy for the fearsome dragoness.