Off the Rip: Bengal VS. Ripley

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal continued her unwanted advances on Ripley, licking the rookie's face teasingly as she pulled away to catch a breath. The noise from the surrounding crowd grew overwhelming, lusty hoots mixing with disapproving boos. But even their racket couldn't wake Ripley from her stupor. The Tiger sighed, dropping her foe's limp head back to the floor. She would have to try a different tactic.

If pleasure wouldn't rouse Ripley, maybe pain would do the trick. Bengal ripped the banana-colored headphones from her opponent's ears, smacking them across her face repeatedly. "What are these tacky things for, anyway?" she sniped, inspecting the headphones curiously. "I don't hear any music playing..." she strapped the device to her own head, then grasped both of Ripley's breasts, pinching the rookie's nipples cruelly between her fingers. "Let's crank up the volume, then!" A merciless fire blazed in her eyes as she began twisting, torquing Ripley's tits like she was dialing a speaker up to maximum settings. "C'mon, do something! Worthless brat," she barked into the other woman's face, showering her with spit. "I liked you better when you were screaming!"

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley was out, laying there like a sack of potatoes, when Bengal changed up her tactics. She switched from kissing to titty twisting. She twisted them hard. At first there was no reaction from Ripley, but Bengal doubled her effort, twisting more till she almost twisted Ripley's nipples off. Ripley began to stir. She moaned and groaned louder and louder till it crescendoed into a scream. Ripley was brought back to reality in a world of pain. "FUCK!!! LET GO OF MY NIPPLES YOU KITTY CAT BITCH!!!" Tears filled Ripley's eyes as she laid there in pain. She wanted to mount an attack, but her body was still to exhausted. Her limbs felt like jelly and she could barely lift them.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

"Ah, there she is. Back in the world of the living," Bengal drawled, as Ripley's tortured wails echoed from the rafters. "Not for long, though," the Tiger threatened, her tone growing ominous. She rolled onto her side and pressed tight against the rookie's rear, nestling together like two spoons in a drawer. "Not unless you save yourself, and QUIT!" Her voice rose to a roar as she secured her opponent's arm behind her shoulder, before wrenching the other woman's head inward at an impossible angle. Bengal's newly acquired headphones bounced up and down on her ears, as she locked in the Terror's Clasp, her devastating body twist finisher!

Terror's Clasp

"Tick-tock, Ripley," Bengal warned, torquing her helpless prey's spine. "Surrender now, or the first thing going RIP here...is gonna be you!"

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley had a short respite after her opponent finished waking her up with the titty twister. She breathed hard taking in her surroundings. It soon dawned on her, she was missing something. Her head felt lighter, and her ears were no longer covered, the low sound buzzing from them missing. Her headphones were gone and as she looked up she saw them sat atop the head of her opponent. OH NO! That meant she could hear.. right now she would be listening to.. "So yeah I listen to audiobooks while wrestling. Nothing weird. Haha!" Ripley nervously laughed. She had been re-listening to one of her favorite Romantasy books, Fourth Wing.

Before Ripley could do anything about it though Bengal moved to put her in one of her finisher holds. She got behind Ripley and twisted her head and body back towards her. Ripley had heard it was called the Terror's Clasp. As Ripley's body was twisted into a painful position, screams of pain left her lips again. Her opponent teased her telling her to quit. The ref even came over, shoving the mic in her face. Ripley knew she wouldn't last long in this hold, but she would never give out before her body broke. "AHHHHH!!! FUCK YOU, BITCH!!! REF YOU CAN SHOVE THAT MIC UP THIS PUSSY CATS ASS BECAUSE I AM NEVER GIVING INTO HER!!! FUCK!!! AHHHH!!!!"

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal couldn't hear the faint drone of the audiobook through the headphones, likely because the blood roaring through her ears was too loud. While she tried to keep her face casual, the Tiger was putting her utmost effort into the Terror's Clasp hold. Her jaw was clenched, her knuckles white, the veins on her neck bulging. But it still wasn't enough to get a submission from Ripley. The rookie kept struggling defiantly - and cursing like a sailor. Bengal blew out a puff of air in frustration, wondering what else she could do to put this woman down. As she inhaled again, she suddenly had an idea.

The Tiger shifted her grip slightly, keeping the body twist locked in, while moving her palms to cover Ripley's nose and mouth. She flexed her slender fingers, then pressed them firmly against her foe's clammy skin, creating an airtight seal. The rookie's eyes went wide with surprise, as her air supply was unexpectedly cut off.

"You know what? Call me a flip-flopper, but I changed my mind again," Bengal mused. "I'd rather you stay quiet, after all." The Tiger could feel suction against the skin of her palm, as Ripley fought in vain to draw another breath. The green-haired woman was twisted so far around at this point that she could practically look straight down at her own rear end - or she could have, if Bengal hadn't kept her head secured tightly in place.

"Another thing," the Indian fighter continued. "I'm done with you calling me pussycat." She leaned in close, until her slit-pupiled eyes filled Ripley's view completely. "The next words out of that filthy little mouth better be, I submit, Miss Bengal." She paused for dramatic effect, letting a little more of Ripley's oxygen tick away. "Otherwise, you won't be saying anything, ever again!" She bared her teeth in a savage snarl. "Nod if you understand me! I can keep this up all night, rookie...you can't!"

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley was in pain, crying and screaming, but she refused to give in yet. The hold was definitely wearing her down. It seemed Bengal was getting impatient with it still and didn't want to wait Ripley out. She adjusted her hand and used it to cover Ripley's nose and mouth, cutting off her air supply. With Ripley losing oxygen and in the painful holds, she was fading fast.

Bengal then gave her ultimatum. No more calling her pussycat this or that. Just I give up, Miss Bengal!. If not she threatened to make Ripley never speak again. Ripley was afraid. She seemed serious. She was worried Bengal would kill her now if she didn't give in. Ripley reserved herself to finally give in. She really couldn't take much more, and she was worried what her opponent would do to her if she didn't. How far would Bengal go? Would she break bones? Would she truly crush her larynx? Break her spine?

Ripley weakly nodded her head in submission. Bengal released her hand enough to speak. The ref came forward and pushed the mic in her face. Ripley wasn't sure if it was some strange subconscious defiance or her brain losing too much oxygen to filter her words, but Ripley croaked out, "Eat a Dick, Pussycat!"

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Electricity tingled through the air around the two fighters, as Bengal's nostrils flared with rage. When she finally spoke, her anger seemed to make it difficult for her to even form the words. "Wrong. Answer." That was all she could manage to choke out, or perhaps it was all she wanted to say. The time for words was over. Now, the Tiger's actions would speak for themselves.

Bengal ripped the headphones off her ears, then smashed them against Ripley's forehead. The plastic shells of the cups cracked and splintered from the impact, as the speakers mounted inside squawked and died. The rookie wouldn't be listening to her audiobooks anymore - not with these headphones, at least. The Tiger hoisted up her stunned opponent, carrying the other woman down the arena steps as the crowd parted around them. Was she looking to bring this fight back into the ring?

That was halfway right. Bengal slid Ripley under the bottom rope, rolling her onto the canvas. But the Tiger herself remained outside, maneuvering her opponent's limp body. She pulled and prodded, until Ripley's back was pressed against the corner post, with her limbs dangling over the apron. Bengal gripped onto the rookie's wrist and ankle, planting her foot on the edge of the ring for leverage. Then she leaned back, using her full weight to rack Ripley's spine against the metal post!

Corner Post Stretch

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley's last vestige of defiance, her final words were a big mistake. They pissed Bengal off. Bengal took off Ripley's headphones she had stolen earlier. She bashed them onto Ripley's forehead. The headphones broke and shattered. The sharp edges of the broken plastic, cut into Ripley's forehead drawing some blood. Blood dripped down Ripley's face giving her a red mask. The head bashing turned Ripley groggy and her body was already quite limp.

Bengal picked up Ripley and hoisted her on her shoulder. She carried Ripley easily back down to the ring. She rolled Ripley under the rope. Ripley was pretty much a ragdoll at the moment unable to stop or run away from Bengal. Bengal stayed outside the ring and positioned Ripley, back first on the ring post. Her head on one side, her legs on the other. She grabbed hold of and ankle and wrist. She pulled back hard on Ripley, bending her back the wrong way against the ring post. And unholy scream escaped Ripley's lips as her back was bent in half. Bengal added more pressure by putting a foot on the ring post and pushing against it for more leverage.

Tears filled Ripley's eyes as her back was nearly broken in half. She screamed out in pain, OHHH GOD!!! PLEASE NO MORE!!! OHH GOD!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! I'M SORRY!!! PLEASE STOP!!!"

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Ripley's next scream was so loud that even the fans sitting in the nosebleed seats had to cover their ears. Bleeding, broken, and bent double, the rookie had finally had enough. Tears streamed down her face as she begged for mercy, but the Tiger acted as if she hadn't heard.

"Huh? Did you say something, Ripley?" the Indian woman asked casually. "I wasn't listening. Probably just calling me a pussycat again, right? So funny!" Both of Bengal's feet were planted on the apron now, so that she was practically standing perpendicular to the ring post. That put the maximum amount of pressure on the rookie's spine, tuning her agonized wails to an even higher pitch. If this kept up, the windows of the arena would start breaking, like a wine glass in the hands of an opera singer.

The referee came hurrying over, waving their arms, pleading for sanity. But would the official's intervention be enough to stop the spiteful Tiger?

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley's screams of pain and begging finally turned to submission. "PLEASE!!! I GIVE!!! I QUIT!!! YOU WIN!!! PLEASE!!! NO MORE!!! The ref and everyone in the arena heard her pleas and magic words. Ripley had finally given in. Her opponent though refused to hear her. No she wasn't done breaking Ripley yet. She ignored her pleas and bent Ripley even harder. There was even sounds of cracking as she definitely injured Ripley's back. She was literally making Ripley touch her toes, just bending the wrong way.

Ripley's screams of pain became an ear splitting screech. The ref rushed over trying to get Bengal to stop. Three more refs rushed in from backstage to finally peel her off Ripley. They dragged her to the back, while Bengal kicked and screamed trying to break free and finish off Ripley. The other ref checked on Ripley and had medical come in and cart off Ripley to be seen to in back. It seems she had no serious injuries, but she would take a few weeks to recover.

Winner by Submission: Bengal "The Blaze Tiger"