Tigers! In! Space! Bengal VS. Project Cosmolux

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal snaked her arms around Cosmo’s back, preparing to lock in her final submission. But just as she did so, the alien fighter bucked forward, rolling the Tiger onto her shoulders in a sudden pin attempt! The crowd cheered wildly, inspired by her act of defiance, while the referee dropped down to count. The slap of his palm against the canvas was uncomfortably loud, so close to the wrestlers’ heads. “One! Two!”

Even with the threat of an upset loss imminent, Bengal kept squeezing, compressing her opponent's body in an upside-down Wing Clipper! It was certainly a unique hold, but the Tiger realized, with a sinking feeling in her stomach, that it wouldn’t be enough to secure victory. There was no way she could get Cosmo to tap in time to beat the three-count. With a frustrated snarl, she tossed her opponent away, like a child throwing a tantrum with one of her toys, almost knocking the ref over in the process. In the same fluid motion, she thrust her shoulder up from the canvas, breaking the count.

“Really? A surprise roll-up?” Bengal chided, clicking her tongue with mock disappointment. “And you think I’m the one that’s underdeveloped?” Not waiting for an answer, she pounced toward the other woman, attempting to seize her forearms before she could rise to her feet. “Maybe wrestling works differently on your planet,” she continued, twisting Cosmo’s wrists within her fingerless gloves. “But here on Earth, we like a climax that’s a bit more explosive. Let me show you what I mean!”

With that, she yanked the alien toward her, while simultaneously thrusting her own knee up and forward. Bengal’s leg was moving so fast, all the audience could see was the striped blur of her boot. This had to be one of the hardest Kamigoye knee strikes the Tiger had ever delivered, and it was aimed directly at Cosmo’s face, right at the translucent visor that formed the three “eyes” of her mask! Even if her outfit really had been engineered by extraterrestrials, a blow like this would put its protective properties to the test.

Kamigoye

[SweetHeart]

Bengal’s eyes gleamed with feral satisfaction as she hooked Cosmolux’s wrists, but before her attack could connect, Cosmolux would catch her leg, quickly standing up clutching her leg, before then tossing her leg into the referee's hands! The referee, realizing the compromising position they were in, immediately tried to let go—but that single moment of hesitation was all Cosmolux needed.

The alien warrior twisted her torso and dashing behind her, jumping up behind her, locking her hands arounds her head, and yanked Bengal’s head down with her! The ref, still holding the Tiger’s leg, accidentally gave the perfect amount of momentum for the alien’s counterattack—sending Bengal downwards with a brutal jumping neckbreaker!

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[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Just when it looked like Bengal's Kamigoye was about to obliterate Cosmo's mask, the alien warrior caught her opponent's leg mid-strike, moving with the confidence of a pro goalie making some miraculous save. Springing to her feet, she quickly tossed the limb she was holding to the referee, as if she was playing a game of hot potato. The official reached up instinctively to catch it, leaving the Tiger wobbling on one leg, struggling to maintain her balance.

"Wha- Leggo~!" Bengal stammered, waving her hands in front of the referee's face in an attempt to get his attention. Her heart seemed to have leapt up into her throat, and she couldn't come up with anything more articulate. The official stared blankly back, frozen in shock. Regaining his senses, he drew apart his arms, slowly starting to release Bengal's ankle - too slowly. Before the Tiger could get back onto a firm footing, Cosmo was already surging up behind her. Bengal felt air rush past her cheek as her opponent barreled by. That was followed by a sharp pain in her neck as the purple-clad fighter latched onto her head, whipping her to the canvas with a jumping neckbreaker!

Bengal landed hard in the center of the ring, racking her left shoulder. She rolled onto her back, gritting her teeth as a feeling of numbness spread down past her elbow. She immediately began to massage the injured arm, hoping to restore some circulation. She couldn't afford to lose any of her striking capabilities right now. Cosmo was no doubt planning another attack, perhaps even a pinfall attempt, and the Tiger needed to be ready.

[SweetHeart]

The alien fighter sat up, breathing heavily through her mask, her neon eyes pulsing in rhythm with her heart rate. She glanced toward the ropes, calculating. This was her chance—not just to recover, but to strike back in dazzling, cosmic fashion. Pushing to her feet, Cosmo sprinted to the ropes opposite Bengal’s prone body. Her boots barely touched the mat before she rebounded off the ropes as she leapt onto the middle rope in one fluid motion,her entire body twisting through the air in a perfect, comet-like arc.

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“Cosmic Spiral—!”

Her form spun once, then she crashed down across Bengal’s torso with a springboard twisting moonsault senton! The impact was thunderous, driving the air out of the Tiger’s lungs as the crowd erupted! Cosmolux rolled gracefully to her feet, her body glistening with sweat under the lights as she turned to face her fallen foe. The arena lights reflected off her mask’s three eyes as she raised one finger and pointed at Bengal’s head, the crowd catching their breath in anticipation. Then, she reached up and clasped her hands together!

The message was clear: she was about to end this!

Without hesitation, Cosmo reached down and grabbed Bengal’s wrist, wrapping the girls forearm around her face, Cosmolux yanking Bengal up to her feet and around as she snaked her arms around the woman’s neck, locking one across her windpipe while threading the other beneath her armpit. She wrenched back sharply, pressing her bosoms against Bengal’s shoulders, locking the hold tight.

“PROJECT PLUTO — ONLINE!”

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The crowd roared as the alien’s signature submission took shape—a tight, unrelenting cobra clutch! Cosmo’s arms constricted around her neck and shoulder, cutting off both her air and escape routes. Cosmolux braced her stance, twisting her hips to wrench the hold tighter. “Come on, PUNY EARTHIN!” she taunted, her mask’s eyes flashing. “Tap out before your systems fail!”

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

When she saw Cosmo springing off the ropes, Bengal tried to roll out of the way, but couldn’t respond in time. The Tiger was crushed beneath the Cosmic Spiral, crushing the breath out of her body and leaving a stinging red welt across her chest. She gaped and writhed, eyes bulging, as if she’d just been sucked out into space through an open airlock.

Rocking back and forth on the mat, Bengal drew her good arm up and over the front of her body, trying to guard the area from further damage. Just then, she felt her opponent seize her wrist and yank the arm even further upward, taking advantage of the Tiger’s position to lock in her Project Pluto! Bengal knew this technique better as the cobra clutch, but she supposed there weren’t any cobras on whatever planet Cosmo came from.

Whatever the move’s moniker, this was one of the most painful holds Bengal had ever experienced. Her trapped arm felt ready to pop out of its socket, and her lungs were screaming for air. She knew that was no accident; her opponent had clearly targeted her chest first, knocking the wind out of her with that senton so her submission would be even more effective. Cosmo was clearly a cunning tactician, despite her goofy gimmick. In hindsight, Bengal wondered if the gimmick itself was a trick, a false front to make foes underestimate her. If it was all a con, however, the alien girl was very committed to the bit. Even now, with her victory seemingly secured, she was still calling her opponent an “Earthlin”!

As the pressure around her throat grew tighter, Bengal felt herself being drawn inexorably toward doom, like a piece of cosmic debris nearing the event horizon of a black hole. Her arm was wrenched against her own chin, forcing her gaze upward to the celestial orbs circling overhead, as if to remind her of her own insignificance. For many wrestlers, it would have been a truly humbling moment.

Bengal, on the other hand, found herself getting angry. The seemingly unreachable stars might just be LEDs mounted on the ceiling - but to the Tiger, they were a reminder of everything she hadn’t achieved yet. She might have been recruited by LAW, but the worldwide fame and recognition that she craved still eluded her. And if she was defeated here, tonight, those dreams would be even further out of reach.

She couldn’t allow that to happen. Driven by her newfound rage, Bengal planted both feet on the mat and surged upright, lifting Cosmo along with her. The alien maintained her grip, but the Tiger managed to hook her free arm behind her opponent’s leg. Pitching her own body backward, she planted both of Cosmo’s shoulders on the canvas, pinning the alien with the weight of her body. The impact itself might not be enough to break the hold, but Bengal hoped that the threat of a three-count might do the trick…if she was able to stay conscious for that long, with Project Pluto still constricting her windpipe!

[SweetHeart]

Project Pluto was locked in tight, the alien’s glowing forearms constricting around Bengal’s neck like hydraulic pistons, the Tiger’s muscles strained and quivered, but she wasn't about to give up yet. With a guttural growl, Bengal pressed her boots into the mat and began to rise, carrying her cosmic opponent with her. Cosmo’s grip tightened instinctively, her eyes flashing behind the mask’s visor, Then—CRASH! She threw herself backward, folding the alien in half as she collapsed into a desperate roll-up pin! Cosmo’s shoulders slammed hard into the canvas, the referee immediately diving into position.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

Just before the referee’s hand could strike the mat for the third time, Cosmo let go of the hold and kicked out with authority! Cosmo rolled backward into a crouch, one hand on her mask while the other rubbed her shoulder, visibly frustrated. “Error detected,” she muttered, shaking her head as if recalibrating. “System integrity… ninety percent.” Even though Bengal got her off, she wasn’t about to let her off that easily. “You’re resilient for an Earthling,” she taunted, dashing forward, “but you can’t override gravity forever.”

In one smooth motion, she lunged for Bengal’s arm again, trying to grab her back into the hold again, yanking her roughly up to her feet. Her gloved arm slid around Bengal’s throat once more, her other hand locking behind her opponent’s head as she began to reapply Project Pluto. But this time, she'd attempt to try and lift her up, attempting to preform a cobra clutch slam instead, her masked head pressed into Bengal's shoulder!

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

“You can’t override gravity forever.” That’s what Cosmo had said, and even though it might sound ridiculous, Bengal had never understood an opponent better. The alien girl had released her stranglehold, allowing the Tiger to breathe once more. But her limbs were so weighed down by exhaustion that she could barely move. She felt as if she’d been teleported onto the surface of a white dwarf star, trapped within its superheavy mass effect.

That must have been why it was so easy for Cosmo to catch her again. To Bengal’s eternal shame, her opponent collared her with the exact same cobra clutch variant that she’d used before, not even bothering to switch up her approach. This time, however, she began lifting the Tiger into a slam, rather than wearing her down with another lengthy submission. That gave the Indian woman even less time to think of a suitable counter.

Panicking, she reached her free hand up and clawed at the visor of Cosmo’s mask, trying to pull it loose. Her opponent seemed unusually attached to the three-eyed alien persona. If Bengal could reveal her true, human face, maybe it would cause her to falter. It was a desperate gambit, but with her head still swimming from the Cobra Clutch, it was the only plan the Tiger could think of. If her distraction worked, she’d follow up with a Stunner, collaring her opponent’s neck in midair, then smashing Cosmo’s exposed face onto her shoulder!

Counter Stunner

[SweetHeart]

Cosmolux would attempt to lift he tiger up, looking to slam her down with a Cobra clutch slam, looking to finish off the tiger, that was until she'd reach up and grab the Alien's mask! The mask didn’t come all the way off, but it was pulled drastically out of place, twisting sideways and exposing a sliver of Cosmo’s chin and the lower half of her face. A sharp, entirely human yelp of “AAAH! STOP IT!” ripped from Cosmo, the modulated, otherworldly quality of her voice vanishing instantly, replaced by a tone of genuine, flustered alarm. It was the distraction Bengal needed. As Cosmo’s grip loosened in her surprise, Bengal seized the opening. She twisted in the air, her own movement now guiding the descent. Reaching up, she collared Cosmo’s now-exposed neck, using their combined momentum to execute her counter. Cosmo, still more focused on her displaced mask than the match, was completely unprepared. CRACK!

Bengal’s shoulder drove squarely into Cosmo’s jaw with the force of the stunner. The impact was clean and brutal. Cosmo’s head snapped back, and she crumpled to the mat, landing hard on her back beside Bengal. Cosmolux groaned, her maske having partly fallen off, but the even in her daze the masked girl seemingly didn't care about the stunner, Cosmo’s primary concern was her mask. Her hands flew to her face, scrambling to grab at the loose mask. With frantic, shaky movements, she tried to pull the twisted visor back into its proper place, fumbling to conceal her features once more. Her actions were hurried, almost frantic, a stark contrast to her usual calculated, character-driven antics. For a few crucial seconds, her focus was entirely on restoration, not on Bengal or anything else, leaving her vulnerable on the canvas.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

While Cosmo wasted her time readjusting her mask, Bengal sprang into action. She dashed forward, then swung her leg up like she was punting a football, striking her opponent in the side of the head to disorient her. Next, the Tiger seized the alien fighter’s ankles and spread her legs wide, stomping on her groin as if she was trying to squash a particularly stubborn cockroach. Still not satisfied, she dropped the ankles and grabbed Cosmo’s gloved wrists instead. Grinding her heel deep into her opponent’s cleavage, she thrust her leg down again and again, drumming the other woman’s upper body against the canvas while stretching and twisting her trapped arms.

Even after all that, Bengal wasn’t finished. She hadn’t forgotten how Cosmo had countered her attempted Kamigoye earlier in the match, and was determined to make up for that blunder. Still gripping tight onto her foe’s wrists, she pulled her into a kneeling position - then blasted her face with not one, not two, but THREE successive knee strikes, aiming them at each of the three eyepieces in Cosmo’s alien mask. The young woman had begun to panic when even a part of her face covering was removed. How would she react, Bengal wondered, if the mask was completely destroyed? And what did her opponent really look like, underneath that gaudy disguise? The truth was out there, and the Tiger was eager to discover it. If she was able to land all those knee strikes, she just might get her wish…

[SweetHeart]

"GYAAH!" The punt to the side of her head knocked Cosmo's world into a spin, Bengal seized her ankles. The alien's eyes widened in horror behind her askew visor. "W-Wait--!" The stomp to her groin forced a choked, wheezing gasp from Cosmo's lips. Her whole body convulsed, curling inward instinctively, but Bengal’s grip on her ankles kept her legs spread, leaving her utterly exposed and defenseless against the brutal assault. Her wrists were snatched next, pulled taut. Then came the relentless heel, grinding into her chest. Each stomp drove her shoulders and upper back into the mat with a sickening THUD. Cosmo's cries were reduced to ragged, gasping hitches. Her attempts to writhe free were hardly anything more then pathetic, her strength sapped by the agony radiating from her core and the pounding against her sternum.

Then, she was hauled upward. Disoriented, dazed, she was pulled into a kneeling position, her arms still extended in Bengal’s grip. Through the swimming vision in her one visible eye, she saw the Tiger's knee coming.

CRACK!

The first knee smashed directly into the central lens of her mask.

CRACK!

The second knee obliterated the left lens. .

CRACK!

The third knee connected with the right lens, and Cosmo would fall over to her front, attempting to yank her hand free, clutching at her mask and pulling it over her face, pale, tear-streaked skin, a trembling lip smeared with lipstick that was supposed to be otherworldly purple, and a nose now beginning to bleed.

The crowd, which had been growing restless, now erupted in a wave of loud, disapproving boos. The brutality had crossed a line for many, as Bengals brutal bullying had gone from being annoyed to the referee conisdering stopping the match if Melody couldn't defend herself, desperately shield her now-partially visible face.