Panther's Pride: Bengal VS. Patricia Lincoln

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Thanks to Dwrites for having this match with me!

Match Type: 1v1, Standard

Bengal, the Blaze Tiger

Spoiler

Bengal wasn't thrilled when she heard that she was being matched up against another debuting wrestler, seeing such a challenge as being beneath her. However, the Blaze Tiger's attitude brightened considerably when she heard her opponent's moniker: the Panther. Perhaps it was her personal vendetta against other cat-themed wrestlers, fueling her desire to fight.

"She calls herself the panther? I'll show her who the real queen of the jungle is," she informed her agent smugly, when the two had finished discussing the terms of the match. The other woman rolled her eyes at that - but only after her client had left the office, and there was a safe distance between them.

So it was that, a few days later, Bengal found herself backstage at the LAW arena, waiting for her entrance music to begin. Appropriately for the upcoming catfight, she had honed her nails to a razor-sharp edge. She had also oiled her umber skin, drawing out the contours of her muscles. Her bright blue contact lenses looked like aquamarine gems set into her grim face.

As the opening notes of her theme sounded, the Tiger loped out onto the entrance ramp, emerging through clouds of smoke and showers of sparks. The furious boos from the crowd seemed to glance right off her, like leaves blown in the breeze. Maybe she couldn't hear them over the combination of metal music and pyrotechnics; more likely, as a career heel, she had simply grown accustomed to them.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer began, "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...from Kolkata, India...standing five feet seven inches and weighing 140 pounds...THE BLAZE TIGER! BENGAL!"

Bengal hopped onto the ring apron and kicked her leg high over the top rope, showing off her impressive flexibility - not that it helped to improve the fans' opinion of her. She blew a mocking kiss to the stands, then vaulted into the ring and took to her corner. As she stretched and flexed, her piercing gaze never left the top of the entrance ramp, anticipating the moment when her opponent would finally show her face.

[Dwrites]

Bengal won’t have to wait long for the curtain to be pushed aside reviling a woman in a suit carrying a microphone in one had and a rolled up red carpet in the other. The fans who had seen the other Lion’s den members’s matches recognized her as Martha Kelly The Den’s personal announcer(and Sophia’s butler).

Martha Kelly

Martha would set down the rolled up red carpet on the top of the ramp before pushing it causing it to unravel and cover the entire ramp. After making her way down to the ring steps she would clear her throat before speaking into the mircophone “Representing the Lion’s Den weighting in at 155lbs from Asheville,North Carolina,USA “The Panther” Patricia Lincoln!” As Patricia’s music started to play the curtains were pushed aside again, this time reviling The Bengal’s opponent.

Patricia Lincoln

Unlike Bengal the crowd didn’t really have a strong united reaction to the panther, some cheers and boos but mostly silence as Patricia made her way down the red carpet covered ramp with a sour expression and intense gaze on her face. Not even looking at Martha as she walked to and up the ring stairs before entering the ring between the middle and top rope and getting in her corner while keeping an intense gaze on her opponent.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal gave her opponent the once-over as the Panther entered the ring, quickly moving to the corner opposite hers. The American woman's outfit was dark and somewhat plain, though she could see some impressive muscles rippling underneath the fabric. She had really gone all-in on the cat theme; not only did she have a cat-eared headband like Bengal's own, she'd added a fake tail as well! The Tiger had considered doing something like that in the past, though in the end, she decided against it, worried that it would throw off her balance. Patricia certainly seemed to be pulling it off, though - not that Bengal would ever tell her that.

Instead, the Tiger put on a scowl to match her opponent's, narrowing her azure eyes to slits. "So, you're my fresh meat for tonight? You don't look like you'll satisfy my appetite," she sneered, licking her lips to punctuate her words. "Let's see if you can prove me wrong." She took on a fighting stance, balanced lightly on the balls of her feet, waiting for the bell to ring. She was hoping that her taunt might provoke the rookie into making a reckless opening. If she did, Bengal knew just how she would respond...

[Dwrites]

Patricia rolled her eyes at Bengal’s attempt to provoke her, being around the bratty and often loudmouthed Zoey Johnson had given her a very thick skin for insults. Seeing Bengal adopt a fighting position Patricia would too, bending forwards with her hands outstretched in front of her to assume a stance typical of grecco roman wrestlers

Wrestling stance

Seeing them adopt Fighting stances the ref ordered the bell rung and the match was officially underway. Patricia would slowly creep toward Bengal, planning to have Bengal launch a offensive move so she could counter. If it was a punch she would duck under it before attempting a belly to belly suplex, if it was a kick she would let the kick hit her before grabbing it and attempting a takedown.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

To Bengal's frustration, her opponent didn't rise to the bait. In fact, she didn't speak at all, her only response being a dismissive eye roll. Hey, that was supposed to be Bengal's trademark move!

The Tiger could feel her temper flaring, but she fought to keep her face under control, not wanting to give away her next move. As Patricia began stalking forward, Bengal did the same, the two women circling each other like wild beasts. The tension in the arena was palpable. A hush fell over the crowd, as the fans waited to see who would strike first.

The answer to that question would soon become clear. With a snarl, Bengal leaped forward, drawing back her arm as if she was going for a punch. But it was just a feint, meant to distract her opponent. As the two fighters closed, the Indian woman thrust up her knee instead, aiming a low blow between Patricia's toned legs! If the Panther fell for this trick, she'd be in for nasty surprise to start off the match. Would the rookie be able to see through Bengal's deception, and execute the counter she'd been planning?

[Dwrites]

Seeing Bengal rear her arm back for a punch Patricia ducked and charged toward bengal to perform a belly to belly suplex. But she ran right into bengal’s trap! The low blow rocked her sending her crashing down onto the mat. Patricia quickly rolled to the side intending to avoid Bengal’s follow up before assuming a defensive position near a corner on one knee, one of her hands above her head the other just bellow her jaw, her eyes focused on her opponent planning to strike with a uppercut should she get close.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal smirked with satisfaction as her knee drove in deep, grinding against Patricia's smooth thighs and the vinyl fabric of her singlet. She shoved the Panther roughly backwards, then watched as Patricia dropped to one knee in the corner, raising a hand to guard her head. The other woman seemed to be struggling already - or so Bengal thought. The Tiger didn't notice the way her opponent's other hand had clenched into a fist, readying for an uppercut.

"Aww, what's wrong? Hiding in the corner already?" Bengal crooned, looming over Patricia with a menacing gleam in her eye. She bent down and inhaled deeply, sniffing the top of the other woman's raven hair. "I can smell the fear all over you, little kitten. You're not ready for this." She reached out with both of her clawed hands as she spoke, preparing to choke Patricia out against the turnbuckle. "Just close your eyes...it'll all be over soon!"

[Dwrites]

“It’ll all be over soon.” As soon as those words left Bengal’s mouth Patricia's fist shot out like a rocket and connected with Bengal’s jaw with a mighty Thud sending Bengal’s head upwards. As Bengal staggered back from the vicious uppercut Patricia would perform a leg sweep in order to take Bengal down to the mat where Patricia was most comfortable before saying in response to Bengal’s earlier words “For you not me”. If she was able to she would wrap her arms around Bengal’s neck.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal realized too late that she'd underestimated her opponent. Just before her hands could close around the other woman's throat, Patricia's uppercut crashed into her jaw, sending the Tiger reeling back. She could taste blood in her mouth, and her head was spinning from the force of the blow. Against all odds, she managed to regain her balance and stay on her feet - only for the Panther's follow-up leg sweep to send her tumbling down to the canvas anyways.

As she rolled onto her side, trying to rise, Patricia dropped down silently behind her like a black-clad shadow, encircling her muscular arms around Bengal's neck. "For you, not me," she hissed, as she locked the chokehold in tight. The Tiger winced inwardly. As if her opponent's reversal wasn't devastating enough, she also had the perfect comeback!

Bengal tried to respond with a comeback of her own, only to find she could no longer speak. She gasped and thrashed in Patricia's smothering embrace, scratching at her opponent's forearms and thrusting back her hips. Her blood was rushing in her ears - or was that the roar of the crowd? The fans no longer seemed so apathetic about the Panther's debut. Many were cheering wildly; others simply leaned forward in their seats, too excited to speak. Were they about to witness a shocking early finish to the match?

Not if the Tiger had anything to say about it. As the referee dropped down to check on the submission, Bengal twisted her arm to reach behind her back. Unseen by the official, she applied a vicious clawhold on the inside of Patricia's thigh, sinking her painted nails deep into the other woman's soft skin. Hopefully, attacking such a sensitive area would force the Panther to release her choke. If it didn't work, Bengal would be in even more trouble!

[Dwrites]

“Just like Zoey a whole lot of bark but not much bite” Patricia thought as she smirked and tighten the chokehold on Bengal ready to put her away in record time. Until she felt Bengal’s fingernails dig deep into her thighs. Patricia let out a yelp of pain as she broke the hold and leaped away from Bengal before quickly checking that Bengal hadn’t broken skin, after confirming her skin hadn’t be broken she turned her attention to Bengal who was getting up while rubbing her throat and painting like a dog. Patricia glared daggers at her as she mentally compared her to zoey “Cocky and loudmouthed? Check. Can’t handle it when push turns to shove? Check. Cheat when your back is against the wall? double check. You really are Zoey 2.0 now lets see how you handle this” while taking a position akin to a olympic sprinter before the starting gun waiting for Bengal to finish getting back up before she would break into a mad dash towards her with a arm outstretched hoping to clobber her with a clothesline.