Fruitwine

The wobbly, unsteady spiral coiled herself into the air with the un-existing grace of a half-boiled noodle. ”I w.... won, now you gotta... gahwta... work for me.” She said, holding up a claw in exclamation, letting out a few hickuping laughs, her controll over said voice quite faint as her laughs trailed up and down randomly on the tonal scale.
Fruitwine perched herself on the horn of the Imperial that groaned and groveled on the ground in the dark grove, and around her the jolly eyes of spectators gleamed in the torchlight. ”...w- *hick* well? I’m weighing...”
”Waiting.” A similarly-colored Pearlcatcher said, helpfully.
”Yesh, exshactly, weighing. For the... contrahct. That I won. On the beth.” She mumbled and tapped her tail against the Imperials head.

The Imp - a sleek and shining black one with a glimmery white underbelly - groaned in pain. Her injuries were not a danger to her life, but they weren’t light either. She stared up at the spiral on her antler with a sideways glance... one spiral... two spirals... five spirals... no wait, it’s one spiral again! At that, the prideful imp buried her claws in the soil and gave one last prideful roar. She was not letting her honor be sullied in such a way! How could she loose to this PATHETIC DRUNK NOODLE!? She violently shook her head, Fruitwine the spiral giving a pathetic ”.... weh?”-sound as she fell off. The imperials maw opened wide and shot towards her opponent like a serpents fangs, and the audience roared once again.

... but her teeth, which should have closed around the noodle, snapped shut around nothing. ”Whoa... whooopsh....” was heard from some unspecified direction before something SLAMMED ionto the back of her head and shot her face into the dirt.

Six spirals... seven spirals...