With Friends Like These: Ashley Morgan & Bengal VS. Naomi Van Makros (2v1 Handicap Match)

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

As she began to rise, Bengal could see the scarlet scratches on Naomi’s cheek, where her claws had left their mark. Unfortunately, instead of forcing her opponent to back off, the damage she’d done seemed to have driven the Queen of Sting into a frenzy. Perhaps she was just as sensitive about her appearance as Bengal herself.

The auburn-haired fighter got to her feet first, driving a knee into Bengal’s gut so hard that it felt like her abdominals would cave in on themselves. The Indian woman wheezed and doubled over, spit dribbling into her cleavage as her jaw dropped open in a silent howl of agony. With the wind knocked out of her, it was difficult for her to defend against the following barrage of punches. She tried her best, ducking under a cross and blocking a few jabs with her forearms. But Naomi’s unrelenting onslaught quickly broke down her guard, driving her back toward the edge of the ring.

As she backpedaled, Bengal’s mind raced, forming a desperate plan. She decided to lean on the ropes for support, tiring Naomi out with the classic “rope-a dope” technique. She never got the chance to execute her strategy, however. The Queen’s devastating uppercut foiled her plot before it could start, smashing into her jaw and snapping her head back like a Pez dispenser. The Tiger’s legs wobbled, and she began to fall - but her opponent wouldn’t even give her that luxury. Grabbing onto Bengals’ arms, Naomi caught her before she could hit the mat, then thrust her knee up again. This time, she aimed directly for the face.

There was a sickening crunch, Bengal flew backward. She landed on her back near the corner, limbs splayed, eyes half-lidded. Twin streams of scarlet trickled slowly down her ravaged face: one from her nostrils, the other from a nasty cut on her black-painted lips. Some of the blood ran into her eyes, making them burn and water - yet she could still make out the upside-down outline of Ashley, standing on the apron behind her. From the Tiger’s inverted perspective, it seemed as if her partner was mounted on the ceiling, clutching the ropes for support to avoid falling into the sea of twinkling lights beneath them.

Apparently forgetting all of her proud words at the start of the match, Bengal reached out a trembling hand toward the larger woman. “Help…me…” she rasped, straining her arm as far as it could reach. “Help…tag in…”

[Afterhoursclub]

"Geez, that's a nasty bump you just took there, isn't it?" Ashley said with a mocking tone, gripping the ropes with both hands as she watched her tag partner get ultimately decimated by Naomi's offense. The girl seemed to have quite the striking power. Ashley took a mental note of this. While looking at her opponent for a few moments, her gaze slithered back to the downed Bengal after a few short instants.

If this were any other person, Ashley would have been eager to get a piece of the action. Hell! She might not even tag out again if she had the chance to jump right in. However, there was definitely a certain joy to be had in seeing The Tiger in such a precarious position, call it a grudge... revenge... or simply Ashley outright disliking Bengal, but she needed to see more of this.

"What... so soon?" The redhead reacted, hearing her partner's plea for help. A notorious grin adorned her face. Ashley saw Bengal's hand try to reach out to her, and in a surprising turn of events, the redhead stretched her own, seemingly answering the call for help.

And then, their hands clutched together, the tag was made.

That was, until the referee intervened- "Illegal tag! Stand back, Morgan!"

Ashley had extended her arm between the top and the second ropes. Making the tag invalid. "Ops! My bad!" Ashley replied as sarcastically and mockingly as she could. "Guess you'll have to hold on a little longer, Tiger!" Her laugh filled the air inside the ring.

[AshAllen]

From her position Naomi watched as Bengal was sent into the corner once her feet touched the canvas. Eyes narrowed as she watched Bengal ask for her partner to tag in. She was about to make a quip about the tiger being a “pussy cat” but then her eyes widened in surprise at Ashley’s illegal tag. She did it on purpose to not make the tag legal and keeo Bengal inside the ring with her!

‘Huh. Guess those two REALLY don’t like each other that much.’ She thought to herself remembering how she saw them interact at the start. Naomi walked straight up to the downed tiger and grabbed the top ropes above her. Pushing Bengal more into the corner eith multiple stomps to her torso. Once she was done after the fifth and hardest stomp, Naomi let go of the ropes and turned around. She took a few steps forward before turning back and flashing the tigress and her partner with a mischievous grin.

Naomi placed herself on the ropes in similar manner to that of a bronco buster. But she wrapped her legs around Beganl’s head. Squeezing tight and using the top toes to keep her in place and lean in forward. Bengal’s being smothered by Naomi’s crotch as the Queen looked over at Ashley with a grin. “Hey Hotstuff.” She winked a little flirty since Ashley was H-O-T. “So uh you ok with me kicking the crap out of your partner here? Maybe you got a move you wanna see be used on her?”

[Afterhoursclub]

The redhead could barely contain herself. Laughing out loud, she was feeling pleased while getting even with The Tiger.

Ultimately, letting her tag partner get beaten up was counterproductive to her. She was risking ending up on the losing side of the encounter altogether. But the redhead didn't care; if she couldn't get her hands on Bengal herself, she might as well let others do the dirty work for her. She stepped back into the apron and continued watching the action unfold in the ring.

Naomi walked closer and unleashed a series of relentless stomps on the poor Indian girl, hard enough to straight up sit Bengal on the corner. This brought a smirk to Ashley's face. The Brit continued watching as the yellow-clad wrestler took a few steps back and smirked both at her and her downed tag partner.

"Hmph!" The gesture only causes Ashley to expel air through her nose, "cute..." she said, half-serious, half-sarcastic. Naomi continued her torture by suffocating Bengal with a rather suggestive maneuver. Suddenly, the Queen looked at her with a wink. Asking for move suggestions to be used on the poor girl trapped below.

"Whatever floats your boat, darlin'!"Ashley responded mockingly; she usually didn't play along with silly stuff like this, but tonight she was willing to make an exception, if only to further her partner's bad luck.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal’s quavering hand gripped onto Ashley’s firm one. The Tiger sighed with relief, preparing to roll out of the ring - only to be stopped by the sudden intervention of the referee! With her head still reeling from Naomi’s barrage, it took Bengal a moment to understand what had happened. Her traitorous partner had stuck her arm through the ropes on purpose, deliberately sabotaging her own tag attempt.

The Tiger dragged herself into a seated position and opened her bloodstained mouth, about to call Ashley something that LAW wouldn’t be able to broadcast. Before she could, Naomi struck again, stomping her flat against the ring post, then clamping her sculpted thighs around Bengal’s face in a crushing headscissor! The Indian woman clawed at her foe, desperately trying to break the hold, her nails snagging against the black bands running up the sides of Naomi’s legs. Unfortunately for her, the Queen of Sting seemed to have her sensual submission fully locked in.

Bengal continued fighting, struggling against the sweaty, suffocating darkness. Through the pressure muffling her ears, she could hear Naomi eagerly asking Ashley which moves the Englishwoman wanted to see next. Her opponent sounded like a suck-up college student, trying to impress her professor. Ashley’s response sounded unusually enthusiastic as well: “Whatever floats your boat, darlin’!”

The Tiger knew from personal experience what kind of moves floated the Red Menace’s boat, and she had no desire to experience them again. Her fear and rage combined to give her a surge of strength, and she pushed herself out of the corner, staggering to her feet with Naomi’s legs still clenched around her head. She hoisted her opponent as high as she could, then smashed the Queen onto her shoulders with a powerbomb, hoping the impact would force her to release her headscissor.

[AshAllen]

Naomi smiled at Ashley, even if she could hear the mocking tone but also heard the joy, she thought at least, at seeing Bengal get the crap beaten out of her. She was excited for that herself and she was going to tease the tigress but she had her own plans. Now Naomi found herself lifted into the air and then slammed down! A banging thud being heard to all in the front row as the Queen of Sting unraveled her legs from Bengal’s head. Rolling away with one hand tending to her back and getting back to her feet. Narrowed eyes once again locked on the tiger.

“Heh. Pussy cat still has some life in her after all.” Naomi taunted with a grin as she stood tall. Hand on her hip as she started pacing back and forth, her eyes never leaving Beganl.

“Is this really the BEST you can do little kitten?” She started with a mocking tone. Smugness evident in her words. “I mean come on girl. Slow. Sloppy. Sad. You’re supposed to be a wrestler, but all I’ve seen you do is scratch like you’re in a catfight.” She stopped her pacing. Her grin turned into a full on smirk as she held her arms out, open for her.

“Do I need to call animal control for a pussy cat or something?”

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

The last-chance powerbomb had taken all of Bengal’s strength. The Tiger had limited experience using slams and throws, and her opponent’s weight advantage made them even more difficult here. At least her efforts had been enough to break out of the headscissor. Luckily for her, Naomi seemed more interested in running her mouth than in following up with another hold.

Bengal straightened up slowly, quivering with rage. She wanted to strike the Queen of Sting as soon as that first mocking “pussycat” slipped from her enemy's mouth. But she restrained herself, waiting for just the right moment. When Naomi stopped pacing and turned toward her, arms outspread, face unguarded, the Tiger saw a prime opportunity.

“You should call an ambulance first,” she fired back at the other woman, wiping more blood from her mouth with the back of her hand. “But not for me!” With an expert flick of her wrist, Bengal sent a shower of her own blood spraying into Naomi’s face! If it connected, the surprise attack would disgust and distract her opponent. It might also sting the Queen's eyes, temporarily blinding her.

All of that would leave her vulnerable to Bengal’s incoming Ambush Predator! Her striped boot streaked through the air, aiming to pulverize Naomi’s midsection. This was a unique choice for the Tiger, whose signature super kick usually targeted her opponent’s head or jaw. In this case, Bengal was hoping that Naomi would reach up instinctively to wipe the blood out of her eyes, leaving her torso unprotected. If she did, it could be the last mistake she ever made!

Ambush Predator

[AshAllen]

Naomi was many things, especially in her career and number of things she needed to work on. One of those, was her taunting.

Especially since now, she was crying in pain. Hands clasped to her eyes, trying to wipe out the blood in her eyes courtesy of Bengal. The iron scented substance was a stinging bitch. It felt like her eyes were burning. Oh now that HAD to be a dirty move that would get Bengal out. No freaking way throwing blood in your opponent’s eyes were allowed!

“Argh… you fucking… -HMMPPPHH?!?!”

Her almost enraged rant was cut short. Her vision managed to clear slightly with her hands wiping the rest off. And the next moment she was coughing, laying on her back and curling in slightly on herself. “Nrggh… tiger bitch…”

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal’s foot drove deep into Naomi’s stomach, and the yellow-clad fighter crumpled to the mat. The blow had knocked the wind out of her, leaving her sputtering for air - but she still managed to gasp out one more taunt. Bengal had to admire that tenacity, even if “tiger bitch” wasn’t exactly the most cutting insult.

“At least you’ve learned not to call me kitten,” she mused, as Naomi curled up into a ball at her feet, shriveling up like a leaf falling into a fire. The Indian woman pushed her opponent onto her back with the sole of her boot, then stood over her in a straddling stance, obviously preparing for a split-leg drop. But before she launched her attack, she craned her neck to look back at her so-called partner, giving Ashley a simpering, falsely sweet smile.

“Looks like you get the night off, Red,” Bengal quipped, taking her eyes off Naomi to meet the Brit’s steely blue glaze. The impatient fans howled at her to stop stalling, but the Tiger was in no hurry to give them what they wanted. “Don’t worry, you can thank me later,” she continued, winking cheekily. “I’m sure I’ll see you at the gym again real soon.” She turned back to face her fallen opponent, though she kept speaking to Ashley. “Consider this a preview…for what I’ll do to you!”

She jumped high in the air and kicked her legs out in opposite directions. Then she came plummeting downward, threatening to crush Naomi’s chest beneath her muscular limbs. It would be a devastating blow, if it connected. But Bengal’s earlier hesitation had given the Queen of Sting more time to recover. The question was, would that be enough?

[AshAllen]

Here Naomi laid on her back, a coughing mess. That kick from Bengal held some power in it as the air had been forced out of her lungs. Drool seeping out from the corner of lips after the initial impact followed by her soft gasps. Slightly wheezing as the Indian tigress pushed her back down onto her back with her boot. Seething softly and glaring at Bengal.

But thankfully Bengal may just be as cocky as Naomi is sometimes. Bengal’s decision to take a moment and look over at her tag partner bought Naomi a couple more seconds to catch her breath. With whatever energy she had, she focused on thinking of a counter. Watching as Bengal was going to jump up, and then she did! So in response Naomi did the only thing she could while running off a sudden burst of adnrelaine:

Roll the fuck out of the way from Bengal’s impact point.