Bengal vs. Betsy Lincoln - Red, White, and Blaze

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Betsy had gotten her bell rung by the headbutt too, and she took a few seconds to compose herself, giving Bengal time to do the same. As the All-American closed in, the Tiger stopped reeling and stood steady once more. When Betsy jumped up and seized the back of her neck, trying to set up a Codebreaker, Bengal was able to counter, lifting her lighter opponent into position for a Powerbomb!

The Tiger threw her own body to the canvas like she was tackling a grenade, slamming down Betsy as well. If the move was successful, she would follow up by seizing Betsy around her narrow throat, jackhammering her head repeatedly onto the mat!

[BlackAkuma]

‘It seemed like a good idea at the time’. That was the story of Betsy’s life, summed up in nine words.

It had seemed like a good idea to strike on Bengal while she was still reeling, but it seemed like she had misjudged just how worn out her foe was. She still had enough energy to counter her move, as it turned, and promptly planted Betsy into the canvas with a thunderous powerbomb.

That would’ve been bad enough on its lonesome, but then the woman had to go and compound things by getting on top and choking her like a madwoman, even ramming her head into the canvas. A bad position to be in,and Betsy went into overdrive to escape, throwing rapid, frantic punches into her foe’s face, desperate to escape before she did permanent damage.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal continued her attack on Betsy, but for every slam she got in, the All-American landed two or three quick jabs to her face. The Tiger was clearly losing this exchange; her jaw already ached, and she had to twist her head away from Betsy's fists to avoid a blow to her eye. Battered and overwhelmed, she rolled off her smaller opponent. For a moment, it seemed like she was abandoning the fight - before she suddenly transitioned into an armbar, placing her legs across her opponent's chest and wrenching Betsy's elbow!

It seemed like a mistake by Bengal, considering the match couldn't be won by submission. But getting a tap-out here wasn't the Tiger's goal. She simply wanted to wear down Betsy's right arm, so the American couldn't unleash so many of those punishing punches. And the longer she could keep this hold locked in, the more damage she would do.

[BlackAkuma]

This was a bad situation - on the ground, getting pounded, having the snot knocked out of her skull. How could things get worse for Betsy?

Well, getting caught in armbar was one way. Definitely.

Betsy growled, both in pain and frustration, as Bengal caught her arm and fell to the side with it, trapping her in the debilitating hold. This wasn’t a match where you could win by submission, but they both knew that didn’t matter - if she couldn't use her arm, she couldn't win. Even a few seconds in a hold like this could effectively end the match. She needed to take action. Major action.

Betsy twisted one way, then turned hard into Bengal and attempted to stack her, looking to lessen the pain in her arm. At the same time, she drew back her free arm and rained down punches towards the woman’s face, looking to give her some added incentive to let go. ”Get! Off! Me!”

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal and Betsy struggled for control, the Indian woman wrenching back on her opponent's arm, while the American turned inward to relieve the pressure - and launch more punches with her free arm. Despite her best efforts, Bengal just couldn't seem to escape from those star-spangled fists. And with her own hands still gripping onto Betsy's arm, she had no way to protect her face.

It was time to switch things up. Without warning, Bengal released her opponent's arm and somersaulted backward toward the edge of the ring. Kipping to her feet and springing off the middle rope, she attempted to crush the All-American with a Diving Crossbody, just as Betsy was starting to rise. Now was the moment of truth - would the blonde boxer be able to counter? Or had the armbar already worn her down too much?

[BlackAkuma]

As much as it hurt having her arm pulled like this, Betsy would happily take the pain if it meant she got to unload shots like this into Bengal’s face. For a striker like her, this was the best scenario she could ask for, getting a chance to give her opponent some of her best hits.

Naturally, Bengal wasn’t about to take that for too long and bailed out before Betsy could really go to town on her. The All-American made her way up, hoping to catch a breath, only for her opponent to came her way in short order, flying towards her with a crossbody.

Not going to happen. At least, not on her terms.

As Bengal flew her way, Betsy leaped up, tucked her legs in, and attempted to grab her foe’s head in mid-air, trying to fall down and hit her foe with a sideways version of the move she tried to land earlier: the Codebreaker.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Just as Bengal was about to crash down on her opponent, Betsy jumped up into another Codebreaker! Suspended in midair, the Tiger had no way to counter her this time. The All-American's knees smashed into her face, as hard and unforgiving as two marble pillars. Pain shot through Bengal's skull as she bounced off Betsy's legs, collapsing to the canvas on her back. Her aerial ambush had ended in complete failure.

Lying splayed on the mat, Bengal raised one shaking hand to her face, checking to see how bad her injuries were. Luckily, nothing seemed broken, though the Codebreaker had bruised her cheeks and smeared the dark pattern painted around her right eye. She tried to stand, but she was still too dizzy. All she could do was draw her elbows and knees up into an attempt at a guard, hoping that Betsy would be too exhausted to capitalize on her weakness.

[BlackAkuma]

Betsy would’ve liked to do a lot of things after she landed that counter. She would’ve liked to mount Bengal and pound her face into oblivion. She would’ve liked knee her in the gut a few times, just for fun. Heck, she would’ve liked to stand her up in the corner and use her body like a heavy bag.

She, unfortunately, had the energy for none of these things at the present moment. She couldn't even get up, much less do anything that wild - but there were things she could do that wouldn’t require her to stand.

She attempted to do one of those things as she slid over to Bengal’s side and shot her legs out, trying to snag the woman’s skull and catch her with a side headscissor. She wasn’t exactly a submission expert, but she had good leg power, and it wasn’t like this was a complicated maneuver - she just needed to latch out and crush the life out of her.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal was surprised by Betsy's sudden headscissor; she hadn't expected the former boxer to go for a submission hold instead of more strikes. Caught off-guard, she had no way to stop her opponent's powerful thighs from closing on her neck. The Tiger thrashed on her side, trying to rise, but Betsy's legs kept her firmly pinned to the canvas. She swatted at the American's stomach and tried to pry her thighs apart, digging her nails in deep as she pulled with all her might. It felt as if she was trying to escape from the jaws of an alligator.

Bengal's face was beginning to turn purple as she fought for breath. She puffed and sputtered like an old teakettle, blowing out white flecks of spittle onto her dark-painted lips. She was still conscious, still fighting, but she knew she didn't have much time left. If she couldn't escape, Betsy's headscissor would knock her out, just as efficiently as the All-American's punches. She had to stop her futile attacks on the legs, and come up with a better strategy.

Summoning the last of her strength, she twisted onto her knees and got her feet underneath her. Slowly, trembling with effort, she began to stand, silently thanking the wrestling gods that her opponent tonight was lighter than her. From there, she would attempt to step over Betsy's arms, trapping them behind her calves, before pitching her body forward into a Faithbreaker! If the move worked as planned, the impact might force Betsy to release her strangling hold.

Faithbreaker

[BlackAkuma]

Bengal wasn’t the first person Betsy had tried this move on - she’d also used it on Troy during their spars, from time to time. Typically near the end of them, when they were alone, and had a little time to play around. It wasn’t the sort of thing she would do during a real match, but she would get turned on from trapping him in her thighs, cranking up the pressure, and letting him squirm a bit. It was fun to engage her kinky side now and again.

The hold she had on Bengal was anything but. She wanted to knock the bitch out, and she wasn’t being the least bit gentle with it.

It was working, too, at least from the onset. Bengal might’ve been bigger than her, but the neck was a wonderful place to target, and Betsy’s thighs were crushing it. For a moment, it seemed like this was the right play, and she was well on the road to getting that knockout.

As it turned out, though, that was not to be. At first, Betsy didn't give much thought to Bengal’s struggles, but as the woman rose up, planting one foot on the canvas and then another, she saw the rising threat. She clamped down as hard as possible and applied the maximum pressure, but…

Too late.

Betsy cried out as she was brought down hard onto the mat, her chest driving into it with Bengal’s weight as the major force. It knocked the wind clean out of her, and left her gasping on the canvas, struggling to suck in all the air she needed.