Off the Rip: Bengal VS. Ripley

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Match Type: 1v1, Falls Count Anywhere, No Disqualifications, I Quit

Bengal, the Blaze Tiger

Spoiler

Bengal's first experience in an I Quit match hadn't gone the way she'd hoped. Fuse Kiyoko had forced her into a humiliating surrender, wringing the life out of the Tiger with her Sisterly Hold. Perhaps that was why, the next time her manager offered her the same stipulation, Bengal jumped at the chance. Unlike her bout against the Succubus, this match wouldn't take place in the privacy of a hotel room, but within the main LAW arena. Thousands of screaming fans would be packed into the building, all to witness her redemption - or her failure, if she lost again.

The Tiger tried not to think about that last part, while she waited backstage for her entrance music to begin. As the opening riff of Meshuggah's "Combustion" blasted through the speakers, she charged out onto the entrance ramp, propelled by her nervous energy. She tried not to let her anxiety show on her face, hiding it behind an angry glower. Luckily for her, it wasn't easy for the fans to see much of anything, with all the smoke and sparks erupting around her.

She leaped up onto the apron and tossed her dark hair over her shoulder, kicking one of her toned legs high in the air. Then she ducked under the ropes and into the ring, as the announcer's voice boomed out: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Falls Count Anywhere, No Disqualifications match, with I Quit rules!" Bengal arched an eyebrow at that; she hadn't been aware of those other two stipulations. She really had to start listening to the ends of her manager's sentences. If only the woman wasn't so dreadfully boring. The announcer continued: "Introducing first...from Kolkata, India...standing five feet seven inches, and weighing 140 pounds...THE BLAZE TIGER! BENGAL!"

Boos rained down from the stands, but that was almost a relief to Bengal. If the fans had seen the way she'd lost to Kiyoko, they'd be laughing instead of booing - and that was the one thing the Tiger couldn't stand. She bared her teeth defiantly, then leaned back into her corner, stretching her arms along the ropes. Her amber eyes were focused on the top of the ramp, waiting for her opponent to arrive.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Spoiler

Ripley sat in back wondering why she ever agreed to a falls count anywhere, no disqualification match. The I Quit was her idea, she knew she would never give up easily, but the other two made that part a lot easier. She heard her opponent's entrance, and knew she better get ready. She grabbed her yellow headphones and put them on before waiting at the ramp for her music.

And her opponent...
Standing at a height of 5 foot 6 inches...
Weighing 135 lbs...
THE UNBELIEVABLE....
RIPLEY

'Here Comes The Boom' by Nelly started playing over the speakers. Ripley stepped out onto the ramp to loud cheers. She almost skipped down the ramp as she waved at the crowd, stopping to shake hands and even sign a few autographs. When she got to the ring, she dove under the ropes. She arched her back as she got to her knees, winking at the camera. After getting to her feet, she blew kisses to the crowd as she made her way to her corner. She bounced in the corner loosening up and psyching herself up for the fight.

Ripley looked across the ring at her opponent. She was sexy. A sexy cat. Her imagination started coming up with ideas of what to do with her after winning, the positions. She smiled and got a little wet. To clear her head she turned her back to her opponent to blow some more kisses to the crowd.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Ripley might have been excited to see Bengal, but the feeling wasn't mutual. The way the Tiger saw it, her latest opponent was just another bright-eyed, bubbly babyface. She appeared more interested in blowing kisses and signing autographs than facing off with Bengal. Of course, the LAW crowd ate it up like the stupid cows they were, cheering wildly and singing along to Nelly's verses. Bengal rolled her amber eyes and tapped her foot in an exaggerated fashion, but she seemed to have suddenly become invisible to the fans. Typical, she thought to herself bitterly. All those dumb marks care about is a pretty face.

As Ripley finally entered the ring, though, Bengal had to admit that her opponent had an amazing body as well. The way she bounced up and down in the corner while she stretched definitely helped draw attention to that fact. She would look better out of those tacky clothes, the Tiger mused, glancing over Ripley's garish yellow-and-green outfit. The young fighter had accessorized herself with a pair of headphones - definitely not something she was used to seeing in the wrestling ring. Will she even be able to hear me with those things on? Bengal wondered.

She decided to test that out, attempting to rattle the rookie with some pre-match trash talk. "Unbelievable, huh? I don't know about that," she sneered, as her opponent turned toward her. "You look pretty believable to me. As in, I BELIEVE you're about to get the worst beating of your life!" The Indian woman smirked at her own joke, shifting into a fighting stance, while she waited for the bell to ring.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley turned towards her opponent when she heard the trash talk. Again she was taken in by how sexy she was, and images of her naked and at the beck and call of Ripley filled her head. She remembered she was hear for a wrestling match. Ripley stuck her tongue out at Bengal and teased her, "Calm down kitty cat! Don't make me grab the spray bottle!"

All of a sudden there was loud ringing sound as the bell rang to start the match. Ripley, still in the middle of her trash talk, was taken by surprise and even let out a tiny shriek and jumped a little. She was completely caught off guard by it and not ready for the match to begin.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Ripley might not have been prepared for the bell, but Bengal certainly was. As she coiled her muscular legs, getting ready to pounce, she noticed her opponent eyeing her lustily. Just what was she thinking about? Bengal had an idea what the answer to that question might be, and she didn't like it. She was a fighter; she wasn't here to be gawked at like some piece of meat in a butcher shop.

That said, Bengal was being hypocritical here, and she knew it. She herself had a reputation for...mistreating opponents, even after matches had already ended. And right now, her mind was also flooded by images - though her fantasies were of Ripley beaten and broken. But which woman's wishes were going to be fulfilled tonight? Bengal was determined that it would be hers. I always get what I want, she thought to herself.

As soon as the first chime reached her ears, she exploded out of the corner. As the rookie shrieked and jumped in surprise, Bengal leaped up to meet her in midair, aiming a jumping knee strike at Ripley's jaw!

Jumping Knee Strike

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley was still recovering from her shock of the bell sound and was not ready for Bengal to charge at her so quickly. She was even less ready for the knee striking her face. Ripley fell to the mat hard. She rolled away instinctively, her training starting to come through thankfully.

She feels a little dazed, but shakes it off quickly. She springs up to her feet. She sets her stance and sets a spin kick aiming for Bengal's, hopefully unsuspecting, head.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

"You like that?" Bengal snarled, as Ripley collapsed to the canvas. "That's what you get for calling me kit - UGH!" Her head snapped to the side as Ripley cracked her across the temple with a spin kick. She hadn't expected her opponent to recover so quickly.

The Tiger staggered back, catching herself on the ropes just in time. She massaged her aching head, trying to regain her bearings.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley was surprised that connected, and wasted time with a tiny celebration. She held two fingers up in Vee shape, "You will see I am not so easy Miss Kitty Cat!" She stuck out her tongue again.

She then remembered she should keep up the attack. She ran to the opposite ropes and bounced off them, sprinting back towards Bengal. Half way there she remembered she should have had decided on a move to use, so she just decided to try and drive her shoulder into Bengal's gut.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

As Ripley flew toward her, Bengal suddenly sprang back to life. The kick had rocked her, but she hadn't been as injured as she seemed. She'd been playing possum, hoping to bait her opponent into rushing her - and the plan had worked!

"Happy landings, loser!" Bengal spat, as she sidestepped out of the way. She grabbed onto Ripley's shoulder as the other fighter drew close, attempting to throw her over the top rope, and out of the ring! If that worked, she'd follow up by jumping off the apron, stomping on her opponent as she lay on the floor.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

As Ripley was sprinting towards a dazed Bengal, she was very surprised when that dazed Bengal moved. She was even more surprised when that now seemingly unfazed Bengal used her momentum to toss her out of the ring.

Ripley flew over the ropes and landed hard onto the unforgiving concrete around the ring. She landed on her shoulder and was worried she may have injured it. She laid there trying to massage her shoulder.

Ripley was completely unprepared to have the entire weight on Bengal stomping on her back. The air rushed out of Ripley's lungs as she let out a silent gasp of pain.