Red in Tooth and Claw: Ashley Morgan VS. Bengal

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Thanks to Afterhoursclub for having this match with me!

Match Type: 1v1, No Disqualification, Falls Count Anywhere

Ashley Morgan, the Red Menace

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Bengal, the Blaze Tiger

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Backstage at the L.A.W. arena, Bengal was making some last-minute preparations for her match: painting dark stripes around her right eye, adjusting her arm sleeves and cat-eared headband, testing the sharpness of her long nails. She finished it all, just as the overhead lights darkened, and her entrance music began playing. It was officially showtime!

The Tiger emerged from backstage, stalking through the smoke left behind by her pyrotechnics. Her electric blue eyes pierced through the haze like two flares of witchfire as she made her way down the entrance ramp. Every footfall of her striped boots sent off another round of bursting sparks, making the fans crowding both sides of the aisle scream and scatter. Bengal laughed at their fright, throwing back her head and tossing her mane of snow-white hair. She didn't seem to mind the fiery explosions. Showers of sparks danced across her umber skin, revealing the contours of her muscled body and throwing her grim expression into sharp relief. But somehow, miraculously, she was unburnt and unharmed.

As Bengal neared the bottom of the ramp, the ring announcer's voice boomed out, cutting through the cracks of the pyro and the shouts and jeers of the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a no disqualification, falls count anywhere match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...standing at a height of five feet, seven inches, and weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds...from Kolkata, India...THE BLAZE TIGER! BENGAL!"

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Several members of the crowd booed, but it didn't bother the Tiger. She leaped onto the apron, climbed to the top of the turnbuckle, and stuck her tongue out at the stands, making sure to rotate her torso so that everyone in the audience would get a view of her rude gesture. Then she hopped down into the ring and took up her position in the corner. Her azure eyes were fixed on the top of the ramp, alert for any sign of her opponent.

Bengal didn't know much about who she was facing tonight, besides the fact that she was a powerhouse heavyweight. That was slightly worrisome. Fighting above her weight class hadn't always gone well for the Tiger in the past. On the other hand, she was confident that these match stipulations would give her a decisive advantage. Bengal enjoyed using low blows, eye scratches, and other underhanded tactics in every match, of course - but tonight, she didn't even need to worry about being disqualified for it. I'll tear her apart, and the ref won't even be able to stop me, she thought to herself, smirking with anticipation. Her pyrotechnics had stopped, her theme was dying down, and she knew that it wouldn't be long before her enemy revealed herself.