Endless Blaze: E'isa VS. Bengal

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal's arm trap had worked perfectly. She was straining to hold E'isa in place, but at least for now, she had her opponent right where she wanted her. She dug an elbow into the Latina's ribs, clubbed the side of her head with a palm strike, then slashed at her upper back, tearing through the thin, clingy fabric of her top and into the vulnerable skin beneath. She could tell that E'isa was bracing against her blows, but she hoped that at least one of them would have a lasting impact. For a little extra humiliation, she even slapped E'isa's rear end, drawing some gleeful whoops from the crowd, along with plenty of boos from the more serious-minded fans.

She could hear her opponent cursing as she struggled, calling her a "Dirty Cat". Maybe that could be her new nickname, if she ever got tired of being the "Blaze Tiger". But she had more immediate concerns right now. Bengal got in close behind E'isa and hissed into her ear: "You think this is dirty? I'm just warming up. Once I have you at my mercy, you'll see how dirty I can really get!"

She swept E'isa's mane of frizzy brown hair out of the way, then seized the back of her neck with her free hand, while keeping the Latina's arm trapped. Stomping savagely at the back of her opponent's legs while pushing with her own arm, Bengal tried to shove the larger woman down onto her knees. She was attempting to position E'isa's throat across the middle rope and choke her against it! If her plan succeeded, E'isa could suffer devastating damage to her throat.

[XXVV]

Caught in a bad spot early E'isa would aim to try and get back on the right foot. Back to kicking butt and taking names right? Well, that would be more complicated than it seemed. Bouncing up and down, tugging and maneuvering side to side would only lead to her tiring herself out. Not to mention the woman behind her dead set on making a statement of her own tonight.

Bengal would make her presence felt as she'd give E'isa everything she could think of. Taking advantage of her position and momentum trying to dismantle E'isa in the early stages of the match. An elbow deep into the ribs and a hard palm strike to the side of the head would leave the Latina grunting in pain. Then the nails she tried to avoid earlier would catch her clean across the back as a yell would echo through the arena.

Many winced at the slash as it replayed on the jumbotron. Following that, was a slap to her rear end meant to embarrass her, as the official would walk up confused at the nails, checking the back of E'isa to see if she was bleeding. The nails had managed to get through a layer of material that tried to hold together but ripped, leaving a mark on the Latina's back. The official warned Bengal, though she would look unbothered by the words.

She had her own business to get back to as she'd grab E'isa sweeping her hair out the way. Looking to be up to more nefarious ideas. Sweeping the hair back as she'd regained control, seizing the back of her neck. The Tiger continued to unload on E'isa body with savage attacks to her legs. Bengal would then go for a shove to drop E'isa. The Latina tried to fight back yet the caught arm and rapid offensive approach after the low blow would leave her unable to do much. As upon dropping she'd immediately be met by Bengal ready to choke her tightly against the ropes. E'isa struggled to get out yet only able to flail her legs while still trying to free her arm. The Latina gasped for air as fans were confused as to why the official seemed lost on how to work a match. Ref finally waking up to start the count on the ropes. E'isa gasping as Bengal seemed to still be in control early on.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal forced E'isa onto her knees, then racked her opponent's neck onto the middle rope, cutting off her air supply. The Tiger was in her element now, and her prey was in trouble. A red mark had started to form across the Latina's throat where the rope was pressing into her smooth skin, while Bengal continued to twist her trapped arm at an agonizing angle. Bengal straddled her opponent and slammed down on her back, using her body weight to crush E'isa against the ropes even harder.

"You're big, but you don't know how to fight," Bengal taunted, as she grinded E'isa from behind. "What a waste of a good body..."

As she spoke, Bengal could hear the referee counting for the rope break. She hated to release such an effective hold, but she couldn't risk losing by disqualification. Officials always spoiled the fun like that; it was why the Tiger preferred No-DQ matches. She kept the choke locked in as long as possible, pushed down hard one last time, then released E'isa's arm and threw her back in the opposite direction, spring-boarding her off the ropes and onto her back.

Not giving the larger woman a moment to catch her breath, Bengal approached E'isa's prone body and tensed her legs, readying herself for a split-leg drop! If E'isa was unable to block it, Bengal would crash down across the Latina's busty chest, knocking the wind out of her opponent and putting the Tiger in position for a pin attempt.

[XXVV]

E'isa would struggle as the air felt limited if she was even getting any at all. Gasping she wondered about this questionable officiating from what felt like a first-time referee. If this was her they'd have been counting to three already or maybe already been pulling at her arm. Feeling tight pressure on her neck like it was leaving a mark she'd finally hear the count and feel Bengal ease off. Some choice words would come from her as E'isa would hear and remember them for later.

"Don't know how to fight? We'll see if you still say that when you're on your ass later.." She thought.

Feeling like an eternity, Bengal would continue until the last second before finally releasing her as E'isa would fall back. Finally feeling free again as her arms were unrestricted, coughing though as she'd have the air rush back into her body. Although Bengal would leave little room for recovery as she'd go for a single leg drop. Going for added offensive, capitalizing off her momentum so far. E'isa still looking to get back into things would choose to not react in time but brace again. This time though she had her arms which she lay in front of her, flexing. Ready for the Tiger's landing.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal felt the impact reverberate through her body as she smashed down onto E'isa's crossed arms. She could tell that her opponent had flexed her muscles to brace for the split-leg drop. Instead of crushing E'isa's unprotected chest, she had fallen onto the Latina's rock-hard biceps, with her legs spread wide open - not exactly an easy landing! She could already feel a dull ache spreading between her thighs. That wasn't good. As a specialist in kicks and knee strikes, Bengal relied on those leg muscles for her strongest attacks. If she injured them in some way, it would be a disaster.

Despite the unexpected damage that Bengal had taken, she had accomplished her goal. E'isa's shoulders were pressed against the mat, putting her in position for a pinfall. With her legs splayed across her opponent, Bengal hooked E'isa's legs, pulling them up to prevent a kickout. The referee dropped down and began to count: "One!" Bengal pumped her free arm in the air, in sync with the slap of the official's palm against the canvas. Personally, she doubted that E'isa would go down so easily, but it never hurt to look confident.

[XXVV]

E'isa would feel the leg drop land but all she really felt was a THUD as it landed. No pain more so just confirmation that it had dropped. Whether Bengal felt okay landing on those flexed arms was another thing. Yet she'd go for a pin all the same as E'isa would hear a "ONE!" and instinctively just throw her body weight to the right and kick out. Using a chunk of her body weight showcasing she was nowhere near done as Bengal would seemingly fly off her. E'isa would now be feeling free to get back into the action as she'd kip up. A showcase to everyone including Bengal that her physical condition and flexibility were nothing to scoff at. Looking at Bengal she'd grin as though she had a plan, E'isa was not one to go down so easily in the early stages. Feeling her neck as she realized there were marks from the ropes earlier. A bit annoyed on the inside but still confident in herself. She was without a doubt made for marathons and not sprints as she continued to show throughout the match.

Waving at Bengal to come try again as the crowd would let out a roar of approval. For the actions and tactics going on between the two women. E'isa had now seen first-hand the cards a cunning tiger can play and was now up again ready to see what else Bengal had in store. Along with wanting to see if Bengal could take E'isa best and get up as she'd yet to take her offense.

"Come kitten.. What's the hold-up? You break a nail.. or are the tricks out of the bag.."

Laughing as she'd goat Bengal to come in and try the same tricks again. As she was confident history would not repeat itself, feeling she was getting adjusted to the Tiger.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal growled with frustration as E'isa kicked out immediately after the one-count. She rolled away across the canvas, cursing, as her opponent's momentum sent her flying. She knew that it was too early in the match to expect a fall, but she had hoped that it would be a little closer. As if to rub things in, E'isa immediately kipped up to her feet, although Bengal rose just as quickly.

The two fighters squared off again, like they had at the beginning of the match. It was almost as if Bengal's previous onslaught hadn't even happened. Looking closely, however, the Tiger could see the marks on her opponent's neck, and the slight stiffness in her gait. She's acting tough, but I hurt her, Bengal assured herself. Now I just have to finish the job.

"Big talk from the bitch who just got choked out and pinned," she laughed, flipping her glossy hair over her shoulder as she bared her teeth in a catlike grin. "My nails are just fine. Why don't you take a look for yourself?"

She shuffled toward E'isa, holding up her hands as if she was going for another eye rake - but it was all a mislead. As she closed with her opponent, she dropped her arms and leaned her torso back, swinging up her leg into a kick aimed at the Latina's midsection. That wasn't the end of her trickery, however. She was using the question mark kick, a technique she'd learned by studying footage of her previous opponent, Katsumi Oshiro. At the last second, her leg twisted in midair, adjusting its angle to strike the larger woman in the chin instead! It was a devious move, albeit a perfectly legal one. But would it be enough to catch E'isa off-guard, or would she see right through Bengal's deceit?

[XXVV]

E'isa would hear more comments and see Bengal stepping up again. Not looking bothered by either as she'd stepped up herself not giving room for any more games. She wanted close-up action and grapples. Bengal looking to feint a kick would see E'isa unfazed as the Latina almost charging up had closed any distance between them. She stepped forward hands up guarding her face, closing the pathway to her face or head. Almost asking Bengal to kick her in the front torso area, challenging her to. "Show me why I should respect the kick unless you're going low blow in the middle of the ring," She thought. E'isa at this point welcomed the offense wanting her to try and faze her. Leaving the kick looking questionable as she'd block her angles, going in to attempt grabbing the tiger looking for the kicking angles.

"Yeah.. no.. this long-distance stay away from me shit.. nahhh.. I'm over the games.."

Her "give no fucks" side was coming out, and she was keen to engage. Looking to drop her arms when she got close and duck down. Looking to make use of her countless hours practicing on the mats to get a clean transition down and make way behind Bengal. If successful she'd make it a mission to get behind the Tiger and get a firm grip around her waist. Looking to get her in position for one of her favorite moves early in the match. Hoping to get Bengal in position for a German Suplex, if she did catch her E'isa would be sending Bengal flying backward on her head flinging her at a sharp near-perfect angle before she'd meet the canvas.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal's kick glanced off E'isa's guard, as the larger woman dashed forward fearlessly. Before she could follow up, the Latina spun behind her, executing a flawless grappling transition. She cinched her arms tight around the Tiger's waist, just above her black-and-orange trunks. Bengal felt like she was being constricted by a python as E'isa's biceps pressed into her ribs. She was saying something about being "over the games". Bengal was about to find out exactly what that meant.

Bengal thrashed her arms and twisted her hips, but it didn't do any good. She was hoisted helplessly into the air, unable to escape, before E'isa's German suplex turned her upside down and smashed her onto the canvas. The Tiger's neck crumpled into her chest, and her legs folded over her own head. This time, it was impossible for Bengal to maintain her stoicism. She couldn't help but let out a whimper of pain as her body contorted from the impact. The Endless X had successfully recovered her momentum; it seemed like she was finally taking the fight seriously. Now, it was just a matter of deciding: would she release the suplex into a throw, or bridge for a pin attempt?