Thrown to the Tigers: Hitomi Ayase VS. Bengal (Iron Woman Match)

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal pursed her lips with annoyance as Hitomi kicked out of the pin attempt, bucking her off her seat. She hadn't expected that. Still, she was gratified when she saw the tears streaking down the young girl's face. So, she's a crybaby, huh? she thought to herself, smiling deviously. This is going to be fun...

She hopped back to her feet, facing her opponent once more. Hitomi staggered toward her, trying for a tackle, but Bengal caught her easily, trapping her in a front facelock. She leaned down and licked Hitomi's cheek, savoring the salty mixture of sweat and tears. "Mmmm...delicious!" she whispered into her opponent's ear, so softly that only Hitomi could hear her. Then she seized the rookie's other arm and lifted her into the air, upside-down. She grabbed onto Hitomi's toned thighs, pinning them against her body, setting up for a package piledriver!

Bengal held the pose for a moment, as the crowd waited with baited breath. Then she dropped low, smashing Hitomi head-first onto the canvas. The Japanese girl folded up like an origami doll, her legs bent over her head. Her miniskirt flapped down, revealing her panties - but that embarrassment was the least of her problems right now. Bengal was already clutching her shoulders, setting up for another pin. The referee began to count again. "One!"

[oWND]

Surviving the PIN was a step in the right direction but now she had the task of returning the blows which the useless Japanese wrestler could not achieve, without time for reaction her face was trapped under Bengal's body just to get licked and fooled like her personal bitch, she was scared, her legs flail trying to get out of the lock but it was to late.

Bengal picked up Hitomi like an empty sack and crashed her face in to the mat making Hitomi open her mouth as soon as she gets to the mat, making her tongue hang out of it. There was no life on her face, 2 moves, 2 is all that Bengal had needed to turn Hitomi into an inert doll full of sweat tears and drool, twiching in the package waiting to be pinned, destroyed and all Bengal wants. The superior woman tried the pin once again "One! Two!...Three!

1-0

But this was not a ordinary 1-0, seconds after the count Hitomi’s body was still there, inert with her legs hanging over his head, with her already wet panties in sight of anyone who wants to remember them forever. Her mouth was still open having generated practically a puddle of drool just under her face, and that's just the beginning

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal smirked as the bell rung, signaling the first fall of the match. She slapped Hitomi's exposed rear, enjoying the firmness of it under her hand, then stood back up. But her opponent didn't rise along with her. She just kept lying there in a crumpled heap, drool leaking from her slack-jawed mouth. Pathetic.

Technically, there was nothing to stop Bengal from going for another pin or submission right away. But against a weak opponent like this, she knew that she could afford to take her time. Besides, if she kept up her usual pace, Hitomi might not even last the full thirty minutes.

She stomped on her opponent's rear, grinding her heel in deep, taking a moment to flex and pose for the crowd. Then, she shoved the young fighter over with the sole of her foot, bringing her to rest face-down. Bengal bent down, seized a handful of Hitomi's blue-black hair, and yanked her roughly onto her knees. Then she stuck her fingers into the sides of the rookie's mouth, forcing her lips into an unnatural grin. "Smile for your fans, Hitomi!" she taunted. "You're gonna be a star, remember? Better act the part!" She laughed to herself, waiting to see how her opponent would respond. Personally, she was hoping for more tears...

[oWND]

The good news of all the joy Bengal had playing with her body is that it gave her time to regain consciousness, the bad news is that coming to her senses would only bring her pain and humiliation

HmmmHMmMMMMMHMMMM Seeing her situation she tried to complain and cry but the hands of her rival playing with her face didn't let her do even that. After a lot of struggling and a bit of compassion from Bengal she finally get out of her rival grip, and crawling pathetically tried to run away of the ring just to rest a bit Lele-Let me... pl-please AAAA That pathetic and sad was Hitomi’s attempt to escape that she stumbled twice even crawling, hitting herself on the head in the process... leaving behind a trail of sweat, her young boobs bouncing between them ,their thighs bumping each other in an awkward way... every thing Hitomi did looked just pathetic but she finally reached the edge of the ring and trying to get off it ended up falling belly first on the floor AAAAAAHG

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal watched as Hitomi crawled shakily away from her, a futile attempt to escape more punishment. She looked like a baby fawn trying to take its first steps. When she fell off the edge of the ring, the Tiger burst out laughing once again. But when the referee began to count her opponent out, her smile disappeared. "One! Two!" Bengal shook her head with disappointment. This wouldn't do. Scoring a point by count-out would be too mundane, too boring. She had to get Hitomi back in the ring, before the referee reached ten.

She strode confidently to the edge of the ring, then slid under the bottom rope and onto the floor, making sure to step on Hitomi's back as she did so. Then she grabbed the strap of her opponent's sports bra and pulled the Japanese girl onto her feet, until the two were face-to-face.

"Didn't anyone tell you, Hitomi?" Bengal purred. "The ring is THAT WAY!" With these last words, she picked up Hitomi by her bra and belt, and threw the rookie back under the bottom rope, rolling her across the canvas. Hitomi came to a rest on her back, close to the middle of the ring, as the referee continued counting. "Three! Four! Five!"

Bengal had to hurry, before she was counted out herself - but she didn't follow Hitomi under the bottom rope. Instead, she clambered up the turnbuckle from the outside and perched on the ring post. She pumped her fist in the air a few times to hype up the crowd, then leapt into the air, hands clasped together. Bengal seemed to hang in midair for a second, silhouetted by the overhead lights. Then, she crashed down across Hitomi's body with a frog splash! As the young girl's legs flew up from the impact, Bengal wasted no time hooking them for another pin. The referee began the count: "One!"

[oWND]

Her performance after receiving the first pin had not been the most worthy, not only she runned away like a bitch but she hurted himself in the process and now was motionless with both hands on her belly It huuuurts...But it's okey... I'll be fine... I jut .

It was then that Hitomi noticed a lot of pressure on her back, and without having time to think what had happened she was taken out of the bra and put face to face with her rival. Bengal face was terrifying, she just wanted to run away, tears began to fall again from her cheeks and her panties started to get wet.

She thought of saying anything to try to calm Bengal down but before she had time to think about what words she should use Hitomi was throwed like a doll to the ring.

She was perfectly aware of her situation and also knew that absolutely nothing could prevent Bengal from doing whatever she wanted with her right now but despite all this, Hitomi closed her eyes and said to herself: ("You'll be fine Hitomi, you will be the best wrestler here, starts are never easy but if you give your best it’s impossible that anyone can w-)GWAAAAAAA


Her inner speech was abruptly cut off by the impact of her opponent’s body that had just destroyed completely the hopeless body of Hitomi, Her legs propelled up into the sky in the perfect way for Hitomi to grab them and start another pinfall attempt One!Two!...Three!


There it was, another point against a Hitomi who just couldn’t respond to any movement 2-0. She was there destroyed in the center of the ring soaked with sweat, the only sign of life was the movement of her tits and belly every time she breathed. Was there any way to turn this around?

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

The bell rang again, putting Bengal ahead 2-0. As she dropped Hitomi's legs back to the canvas, she noticed the growing wet spot on her opponent's panties. Her nose wrinkled with disgust. "Ugh, gross. Is that what I think it is?" She straightened up onto her knees as she continued speaking. "I bet the crowd can see it too. They'll never let you forget this, crybaby. Maybe I should do you a favor, and just end your career right now."

She snaked out one hand and seized the blue-and-white collar around Hitomi's neck, pulling and twisting it to cut off the rookie's air supply. With her other hand, she began stroking her opponent's head, as if she was trying to lull her to sleep. "Ssssh," she soothed, as the Japanese girl fought for breath. "It'll all be over soon, Hitomi. Just lie down and give up. That's what you do best, right?"

[oWND]

The beating was already taking its toll on Hitomi’s body, who without time to think about anything else, noticed that her opponent didn’t plan to give her a second to breathe.

BHWAAAAHAAAA Without even a second trapped the Japanese began to tap the ground with madness indicating her surrender instantly fearing for her life, she was crying like a baby, Hitomi just wanted to go home lock herself in her room and cry for hours, in her head all this was unfair she was sure there was some trap in this match.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal's brow furrowed. How disappointing. She had meant to keep the choke locked in until Hitomi was on the verge of passing out. But her frightened opponent had tapped out almost immediately, before Bengal even had a chance to enjoy her struggling. She was now up 3-0, and there were still over 20 minutes left on the clock. Still, she was appreciating the way the young girl cried and wailed. It was time to give the crowd a chance to appreciate it too.

"Let's clean you up, Hitomi," she said, wiping away some of the tears streaking the rookie's pale face. "It's time for your fans to take some pictures! You want pictures of your first big win, right?" Not waiting for an answer, she kicked her opponent onto her back, then pinned her arms behind her in a double chicken-wing hold. Effortlessly, she hoisted the lighter girl into the air, holding her aloft so that everyone in the stands could get a better view of her battered body. She began carrying Hitomi around the ring, making sure to display her at every possible angle. Camera flashes went off all around the arena, as the L.A.W. fans were eager to capture this moment of humiliation.

[oWND]

Bengal was kind enough to release Hitomi just after her surrender but that did not calm the poor Japanese who didn't stop crying, she quickly put her hands on her face to cover her eyes and try to make sure no one sees her like this, but Bengal had other plans for her.

First Bengal dried the tears from her face but that didn't prevent her face to be soaked again quickly as Hitomi continued crying a lot, then the Indian pinned Hitomi arms behind and put her in a chicken-wing hold, just showing all the crowd in the stadium a perfect look to the definition of a loser

"NOOOO NOOOOO NOOOOO NOOOO PLEASE, ALL BUT THIS PLEASE, STOP STOOOOOOOOOOOP" Without counting the desperate cries of Hitomi the place was filled with sounds of photos and cheers from the audience who were enjoying a show that would remember forever.

Every laugh, every phot penetrated the brain of Hitomi who could only beg for mercy in a desperate way, begging anyone who could help her.