Bengal, the Blaze Tiger
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So, when her manager offered her the chance at another FCA bout, Bengal snapped at the opportunity. She didn't even ask who her opponent would be, although the other woman volunteered that information anyway: Iris Takahashi, the Demon of Hope. Apparently, the two of them were familiar with each other, since Iris was a former manager herself. But Bengal hadn't cared about any of that history. When she heard her foe's moniker, her only response was an incredulous laugh. "Seriously? I 'hope' my next opponent has a less corny name," she chuckled, as she turned her back on her manager. "Book the match. I'll send this demon back to hell, where she belongs," she declared, striding out of the room.
The match took place the very next week. As she approached the ring, swaying her snowy hair to the beat of her entrance music, Bengal briefly wondered why all this was necessary. Why did the contestants have to get in the ring for their introductions, when the fight itself could happen anywhere in the arena? She supposed it was just one of those rituals that had to be followed, to appease the wrestling gods.
The announcer's voice echoed through the overhead speakers: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Falls Count Anywhere match, set for one fall! Introducing first...from Kolkata, India...standing five feet seven inches, and weighing 140 pounds...THE BLAZE TIGER! BENGAL!"
The Indian woman bared her teeth at the jeering fans, trying to memorize some of their faces for later. Then she turned her gaze to the ramp, eagerly awaiting the "Demon of Hope". Any woman with a title like that must have an equally spectacular entrance.
