A Tale of Two Tigers: Bengal VS. Ruby Morrison

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

The referee got onto her knees to begin the three-count - only to stop suddenly, blinking with confusion as Bengal grabbed the official's wrist. "No! Not yet," the Tiger commanded. "I want her awake for this next part."

Bengal got off Ruby and rose to her feet. She circled her opponent, viewing the vanquished Tigress from every angle, as if trying to create a panoramic picture in her head. Then she squatted down again, slapping the redhead's cheeks and pinching her breasts in an attempt to rouse her. "Awww, are you having a catnap, Ruby? So lazy!" Bengal chirped, as the other woman's eyes began to flutter.

When she was sure that her opponent had regained consciousness, Bengal plucked the tiger-eared accessory from Ruby's fiery head, and shredded the fragile fabric to pieces. Then she bent low, lying on her side next to the other woman, whispering venomously into her ear: "No more stripes. No more claws. No more will to fight. You're not a Tigress. Just a stupid girl, wearing a skin that doesn't fit her. You don't belong in the ring with real wrestlers like me!"

She held up a shred of Ruby's destroyed headband, before tossing it aside and continuing. "But I'm feeling generous, so I'll make you a deal. If you're honest, I'll pin you right now, and end things quick. If you're not..." Her icy blue eyes gleamed deviously. "Then we'll have to do things the hard way." She straddled her supine opponent, glaring down menacingly. "Tell everyone, 'I'm not a Tigress'. Make sure to say it loud, so the losers in the poor seats can hear. Otherwise..."

Bengal trailed off, leaving her threat unspoken, waiting with bated breath to see what Ruby's decision would be. The Blaze Tiger loved forcing broken foes to verbally submit, but if her opponent resisted here, Bengal had plans to break her down even further.

[Weonna]

Ruby’s senses swam as she drifted in and out of the void, her battered body unresponsive, her breaths shallow and ragged. She was vaguely aware of something—someone—pulling her back to consciousness, but everything was hazy, distant, like a cruel dream she couldn’t escape.

Then came the sharp slaps against her cheeks.

A soft whimper escaped her lips, her face twitching slightly with each humiliating strike.

The pinches to her sensitive, bruised chest forced another weak, breathy gasp, her fingers barely twitching at her sides.

A voice—mocking, saccharine, dripping with venomous condescension—filtered through the fog.

Bengal.

The realization hit like ice water, her body stiffening slightly as her mind clawed its way back to awareness.

Her eyelids fluttered open slowly, revealing dazed, glassy green eyes that barely seemed aware of their surroundings.

Her vision swam, blurry lights and Bengal’s smug, grinning face slowly coming into focus.

Ruby tried to move, to push herself up—but her muscles wouldn’t listen.

She could barely lift her head, let alone fight back.

Then—she felt something being ripped away from her scalp.

Her tiger-eared headband.

Ruby’s lips parted weakly, a soft, barely audible protest forming—

Riiip!

Bengal shredded it effortlessly, scattering the fragile pieces like worthless trash.

Ruby’s stomach twisted, her exhausted body trembling slightly.

Then Bengal leaned in close, her breath hot against Ruby’s ear, her voice a low, venomous whisper.

“No more stripes. No more claws. No more will to fight. You’re not a Tigress. Just a stupid girl, wearing a skin that doesn’t fit her. You don’t belong in the ring with real wrestlers like me.”

The words cut deeper than the scratches on her chest.

Ruby’s hands clenched weakly at her sides.

She was still too weak to move...

Bengal sat up, straddling her, looking down at her like she was nothing.

Then came the ultimatum.

“But I’m feeling generous, so I’ll make you a deal. If you’re honest, I’ll pin you right now and end things quick. If you’re not… then we’ll have to do things the hard way.”

The Blaze Tiger’s blue eyes gleamed dangerously.

“Tell everyone, ‘I’m not a Tigress.’ Make sure to say it loud, so the losers in the poor seats can hear. Otherwise…”

Bengal trailed off, leaving the threat dangling.

Ruby swallowed, her throat parched, raw.

The weight of Bengal’s dominance pressed down on her, suffocating, absolute.

Her entire body screamed in pain, telling her to just give in.

Her mind whispered that this wasn’t worth it.

That she could end the suffering right now.

That she could just say it.

“I’m… not…”

Ruby rasped, her voice barely a whisper.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

"No!" Bengal chided, giving Ruby another stinging slap across the face. "That's too quiet. I told you to say it LOUD!" She wrenched the redhead back into a kneeling position, so she could better project what was left of her voice to the jeering crowd. With her right hand, she applied a claw hold to her opponent's exposed breast, while her left hand yanked the Tigress' arm behind her back in a chicken-wing lock, twisting her wrist like a motorbike's throttle.

"Come on, Ruby! Scream for me!" Bengal urged, grinding her hips into her opponent from behind. She ran her tongue along the side of the redhead's neck; it felt as if she could taste the other woman's fear and shame on her sweat-slick skin. Just a little bit more torment, and she would fall apart completely. It wouldn't be long now...

[Weonna]

Pain.

It started as a dull, throbbing ache in her chest—remnants of the Banzai Drop, the scratches, the relentless abuse Bengal had already inflicted. But now, it was so much worse.

The moment Bengal’s clawed fingers latched onto her exposed, tender breast, a sharp, searing pain shot through her, white-hot and unbearable. Ruby’s body jerked involuntarily, her fingers clenching and unclenching, desperate to fight back—but there was no strength left.

Then came the twist of her wrist, the wrenching pull of her arm behind her back, locking her in place. The tendons in her shoulder burned, her joints screaming from the unnatural angle.

The pain pounded in waves, spreading from her torso to her arm, from her spine to her legs, every nerve ending overloaded with agony.

And then there was Bengal herself.

The heat of her body pressed flush against Ruby’s back, the taunting roll of her hips, the mocking intimacy of it all. The sensation was suffocating, Bengal’s breath hot against her skin, her tongue dragging along the curve of Ruby’s neck like she was tasting her victory.

Humiliation burned almost as intensely as the pain.

The crowd was watching.

They were cheering, jeering, laughing.

They saw everything—how Ruby was kneeling, bound, helpless—a plaything in Bengal’s grasp.

Her eyes blurred, tears stinging at the edges, but she refused to let them fall.

She bit her lip, choking down the scream that bubbled up her throat, her body trembling violently as she fought—

But she couldn’t win.

Not this time.

Another vicious squeeze sent shockwaves of pain through her, her entire body arching in protest.

The dam broke.

“Ahhh—stop! Let me go!”

Ruby screamed, her voice hoarse, raw, filled with desperation and defeat.

Her legs trembled, knees threatening to collapse beneath her.

Her breath hitched, ragged and broken.

And then, in a shattered whisper—

"I submit… I submit…"

The words felt like knives, but the pain was too much.

She had no choice.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

The referee had been hovering nearby, watching for any signs of a submission. She reacted to Ruby's tearful whispers immediately, gesturing frantically for the bell. DING-DING-DING! The sharp ringing sound cut over the jeers of the crowd. Bengal gave her opponent's breast one last parting squeeze, then released her hold. Ruby's limp body slumped forward, then collapsed onto the canvas, like a slab of meat cut loose from a butcher's hook.

After checking to make sure the Tigress was still conscious (if barely), the referee raised Bengal's arm, as the Indian woman bared her teeth in a victorious snarl. The announcer's voice echoed through the loudspeakers: "Here's your winner, by submission...THE BLAZE TIGER! BENGAL!"

The crowd's reaction was surprisingly mixed, especially for such a dominant performance. While the more bloodthirsty fans cheered Bengal for her savagery, many more of them booed, believing that the Blaze Tiger had crossed the line by attacking a helpless opponent. But whatever their feelings, this catfight was officially over.

Officially, yes. Unfortunately for Ruby, Bengal had never cared much about the official's decisions. When the referee dropped her arm, she didn't make to leave the ring as expected. Instead, she dropped back onto her hands and knees, crawling slowly on top of the defeated Tigress' back, like a housecat testing out a new sleeping spot. Then she bent down, nuzzling the other woman's flushed cheeks as she stroked her auburn hair.

It almost looked like she was being tender - but the words that she hissed into Ruby's ear were anything but. "Seriously? Tapping out to a boob squeeze? Worthless bitch. You belong in a litter box," she spat, as the ref looked on warily. She couldn't hear the Blaze Tiger's whispered words, but she could sense her hostile intent, like the static in the air before a lightning strike. Bengal continued: "The fans are disappointed, Ruby. They want to see a submission where I'm actually trying. So that's what they're gonna get!"

With that, she suddenly rolled off Ruby, securing the larger woman's head with her hands. Then she thrust her own leg up between her arms, constricting her prone opponent's neck with the back of her thigh. This was the Fearful Symmetry, Bengal's own take on the dreaded Koji Clutch submission! Even if it had still been the start of the match, and Ruby had been at full strength, she still would have struggled to escape this trap. In her current state, she didn't stand a chance.

The crowd, predictably, began to boo Bengal even harder, but the Blaze Tiger didn't care. This had nothing to do with giving the fans what they wanted; that was just an excuse to inflict more pain. She ignored them, just as she ignored the panicked referee yelling and swatting at her shoulders. The official was powerless to stop her, unable to declare a DQ since the match was already over.

Bengal tuned them all out and cinched her hold even tighter, enjoying the way Ruby choked and gasped. She planned to continue squeezing until her opponent was on the verge of passing out, release the pressure just long enough to let her take a single, shallow breath, and reapply the clutch. Then, she'd repeat the process, over and over, until this wannabe "Tigress" was ruined beyond repair - or until she got bored. The night was still young, and she had all the time she wanted to play with her prey...all the time in the world...

[Weonna]

The crowd's boos echoed through the arena as Bengal ruthlessly wrenched back on the Fearful Symmetry, her powerful thigh crushing Ruby’s already battered neck. The Tigress’s arms flailed weakly, her fingers grasping at nothing, her face turning a deeper shade of red with every passing second.

The referee pleaded, waving her hands, but Bengal ignored her. She had no reason to stop. This was her moment, her hunt, and she would take her time.

Then the sound of pounding footsteps on the ramp cut through the chaos.

A new voice, fierce and commanding, rang out.

"Hey! Get your damn hands off her!"

Bengal barely had time to turn before a flash of orange and gold burst through the ropes—Cassandra!

The Lioness

The crowd erupted as the pride leader of B.C.W. stormed into the ring, her fiery eyes locked onto Bengal like a predator who had just spotted a rival invading her territory. Her long, toned legs carried her across the mat in seconds, and before Bengal could fully react, Cassandra lunged, driving a stiff forearm into Bengal’s jaw!

The crowd roared in approval as Cassandra stood tall, her fists clenched, her breathing heavy.

Cassandra didn’t hesitate. She reached down, grabbing Bengal by the front of her top, and yanked her up to her feet. The moment their eyes met, Cassandra’s voice was low and venomous.

"You like picking on women who can’t fight back? Try me, bitch."

Before Bengal could utter a single retort, Cassandra pulled her into a crushing bearhug, lifting her clean off the mat!

The crowd roared in approval as The Lioness held her tight, shaking her from side to side before throwing her down onto the mat like a sack of garbage.

Cassandra pointed at her.

"You wanna fight? Name the time and place, but you don’t touch her again. Understand?"

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal was so focused on tormenting Ruby that she didn't even notice the crowd cheering for Cassandra's entrance. By the time she saw the gold-clad fighter slide into the ring, it was already too late. The Lioness' brawny forearm caught her right on the jaw, rattling her skull like a tambourine and shattering her concentration.

Releasing her hold, she rolled to the side to try and recover. But Cassandra didn't give her the chance. The Lioness followed right on her heels, seizing the fabric of the Blaze Tiger's top, then pulling her into a standard position. Her bright blue eyes met the other woman's deep golden ones, and Bengal could see the fury burning deep within them - but only for a moment, before Cassandra lifted her up into a suffocating Bearhug!

Bengal twisted in the Lioness' grasp, pushing on her adversary's muscular shoulders to try and create some space. Her white hair bounced messily around her head as Cassandra whipped her from side to side. Clearly, the pride leader of B.C.W. was on a whole different level than Ruby; in the few seconds since she'd entered the ring, she'd already achieved more than the Tigress had over the course of the entire match. The crowd cheered ecstatically, happy to see Cassandra defending her friend - and even happier to see Bengal being punished for her heelish ways.

The Blaze Tiger wriggled an arm free, preparing to claw the tawny-haired fighter across her elegant face. But before she could, Cassandra threw her to the canvas with a thud. It seemed like her attack had been more of a warning, rather than an attempt to seriously injure Bengal. Still, the Indian woman had clearly been shaken by the surprise attack. She got to her feet, rubbing her jaw with one hand, while trying to fix her disheveled hair with the other. Then she stalked toward Cassandra, until the two women were pressed chest to chest and face to face, standing over Ruby's unconscious form. The referee made to move between them, then thought better of it, backing away into the corner instead.

"I don't handle scheduling. I have people for that," Bengal sneered. She was clearly trying to sound casual and detached, but the way her voice shook with rage gave her game away. "We'll do it in the main ring, though. That way, more people can watch you lose!" She leaned in even closer, until the cat ears on her headband were practically brushing against Cassandra's. "You think you can keep your jobber friend safe?" she hissed through her gritted teeth. "That's cute. I'm gonna make you two into a pair of matching rugs!" Then she whirled around and ducked out of the ring, striding back up the entrance ramp and disappearing backstage. The tale of the two tigers was over, but it looked like the rivalry between Bengal and B.C.W. was just beginning.

Winner by Submission: Bengal