Colosseum Clash: E'isa "The Endless X" Vs Bengal "The Blaze Tiger"

[XXVV]

Struggling to differentiate the sand from a chair. E'isa would slowly attempt to move, but everything was hazy. Her sight was such a mix, a blend of colors, a wave of confusion, trying to differentiate reality from fiction. That Kamigoye/Superkick combination back to back had left her such a mess. But she was still motivated to carry on because if anyone could get back up and kick ass it was her. Although Bengal wasn't one to give her opponents chances to reinsert themselves into a match. E-Mac would hear what sounded like someone landing on the other side of the barricade. Then she felt herself straddled, what E'isa wouldn't realize was that Bengal was up to the same dirty tricks.

Blaze with claws at the ready would look to potentially go too far again. Wanting to claw at the eyes of the Endless One! E'isa was unable to figure out what was going on; it seemed like she would have some battle scars. Maybe permanent ones? But what she wouldn't see was a fan jumping in to grab Bengal's hand. E'isa was being defended by the fans? Vision still blurry, slowly regaining focus, yet she'd hear most of it. Multiple fans argued back on forth over how Bengal chose to operate. It was NO-DQ, but her tactics bothered some in the crowd. Though some said it was "anything goes" and things like these were just part of the match.

One thing led to another, as a brawl would ensue! Conflicting ideals led to a split that was 50/50. Bengal caught in the mix would be pulled away from E'isa, stuck in all the chaos amongst the crowd. E'isa would hear an uproar as her perception began to rush back to her. Looking around at the mess of a brawl that was going on. Viewing the divide that was once a calm and collected crowd. Trying to find Bengal, looking left and right, until she saw Blaze being pushed around by the crowd further back. Furious, her blood boiling anew, she took a deep breath and then rose to one knee. Looking like she was in a position to sprint, then off to the races she'd go. Wanting to go for it all, what she was doing might be reckless. But in her mind, it was worth it!

E'isa didn't understand why a match like this excited her so much. Maybe she was more hardcore than she thought. Maybe a match like this was what she needed to understand more about herself. Sprinting forward the best she could, her vision was still messy, her head was still pounding, but the rush of adrenaline was something else. Getting close before she'd leap in an attempt to clear the crowd and land on top of Bengal. Ready to bring the whole crowd down with her if she could get her hands back on this cheating, manipulative, grimy Tiger!

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

The entire scene was pandemonium, as knots of fans fought furiously with each other, shoving and pulling hair. Many of them weren't even looking at the wrestlers anymore; this one-on-one match had now become every man for himself. Bengal kept fighting against the tide of the crowd, trying to make her way to E'isa. Out of nowhere, one young man wearing an X-branded tee shirt rushed her, screaming "ENDLEEEESS!" But the Tiger chopped him in the throat, and he sank sputtering onto the sand.

Bengal was about to stomp the young man flat, when a shadow suddenly loomed large over her. Looking up, she realized that she no longer had to worry about looking for E'isa. Instead, her rival was bringing the fight back to her, as she cleared the crowd in a single bound! The Tiger braced herself as best she could, but was still knocked off her feet by E'isa's flying tackle. The two competitors locked together and rolled across the seating area, bowling over more fans along the way. They burst through another section of the barricade, crushing it into gravel, as the mob surged onto the Colosseum floor around them. Some were still brawling, while others were occupied with taking photos, or stealing chunks of the destroyed wall to take home as souvenirs. One particularly excited group tore off their clothes and began streaking across the stadium, until they were brought down and escorted out by security.

The Tiger hadn't seen any of that, however. Despite the madhouse around her, she still only had eyes for E'isa. Hopping to her feet, Bengal grabbed an unfortunate bystander by the scruff of his neck, then beat him into a daze with palm strikes, silencing his protests. Lifting the man high over her shoulders, she prepared to powerbomb him on top of E'isa, just as the Endless was beginning to rise! Even in a No-DQ match, using the LAW fans as weapons was a bridge too far. But with all the officials distracted by the chaos, Bengal knew there was nobody left to call her on it.

[XXVV]

It felt like time had slowed down for a moment. E'isa found herself in the air, almost surprised by the amount of height she got off the leap. She had always seen clips of wrestlers doing insane things in these types of matches. Some would argue it was just dangerous or idiotic, but doing something so unreasonable felt.. AMAZING!

In the air before landing, the adrenaline rush, the feeling of knowing she was doing something that was such a contrast to her normal style. A move she wouldn't usually even try since her hard-hitting, powerhouse style usually always worked. But this.. This feeling.. This moment.. It was almost like being on a roller-coaster that you design piece by piece, move by move.. Moment by moment. It was all in her hands to decide, pretty dangerous! But when it worked.. SHE FELT UNTOUCHABLE!

Landing on top of Bengal, she would clear the crowd. Those still able to be seated regularly would go crazy over the display they were seeing from E'isa. She was still attempting to put on a show. Yet in a way that was so uncharacteristic of her usual methods. Some of the crowd involuntarily becoming pins as the two gladiators rolled and bowled more fans in their way. More of the barricade coming down as the scene would lead to turmoil, souvenir grabbing? Picture taking, along with some sights of nudity? Getting their moments of exposure before they were left to be dragged out by security.

E'isa was attempting to try and get back up after her leap and tackle on Bengal. Moves like that were fun, and they got the blood pumping, but the landing was rough! Still attempting to rise, she heard sounds of grunting? No.. someone was not only grunting but gasping? E'isa knew those sounds by heart. Someone was getting their ass beat. Taking a moment to look and see, it was Bengal dishing it out. E-Mac would play dead like Bengal had done earlier, acting as though she was unaware. But the moment Blaze raised the man in an attempt to drop him onto her. The Endless One would plant her foot and eye an opening, as Bengal was too focused on another cheap tactic.

E'isa would aim to sprint in and spear Bengal cleanly in her exposed midsection. Wanting to knock the wind out of the tiger and prevent her from an obvious attempt to not just injure E'isa. But the fan who had already suffered enough.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Just as Bengal was about to drop her payload on E'isa, her opponent suddenly sprang up, sand swirling around her like a desert storm. She had been faking her injury! Perhaps the Endless had learned a few lessons from her rival, after all. But even if she was being deceptive here, E'isa's motives were pure. Unlike Bengal, who tricked and schemed for her own advantage, the Endless was more worried about protecting the helpless fan that the Tiger had singled out.

Caught with her arms over her head, there was nothing Bengal could do to block E'isa's spear. Her body crumpled as the Endless collided with her, and the three figures fell to the Colosseum floor in a heap. As the fan came hurtling down, he landed with most of his weight on E'isa's head. Thanks to her cushioning his fall, he was able to escape with his health intact - and with one hell of a vacation story to tell his friends.

Bengal let the man scramble away; he wasn't her primary target. Seizing a handful of E'isa's curly hair, she ripped the larger woman out of the sand, as if she was uprooting some strange vegetable. Then she dropped onto her side, scooting close to her opponent and clasping her hands around her head. Thrusting her knee up between her own arms, she began compressing the Endless' neck with the back of her thigh.

While the riot was still ongoing throughout the stadium, many of the closest bystanders stopped when they saw what was happening. Pointing and exclaiming, they attempted to draw the attention of the larger crowd. E'isa was trapped in the Fearful Symmetry, Bengal's own variation of the Koji Clutch! This agonizing submission had almost defeated the Endless during their first match. Now, Bengal was hoping that the second time would be the charm, as she cinched her hold tighter.

Fearful Symmetry

[XXVV]

E'isa would tumble with Bengal following the spear. Allowing the random fan to escape what might have been a more grim, injury riddled fate. The Latina was stunned momentarily. Then before she could get up. She found herself caught in a similar move.

It was Bengal's Fearful Symmetry. The submission she barely escaped from in their last encounter. She'd look left and right struggling to find a means of escape.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

After a long struggle, Bengal seemed to have secured her Fearful Symmetry. She watched E'isa's eyes dart from left to right, as the Latina looked for a way out of the hold. "That's right, keep looking," the Tiger taunted, waggling her hips. "You aren't gonna find any - AARGH!"

Her words were interrupted by a shower of searing sand, spraying across her face. It was the fan that E'isa had rescued! He hadn't just been running away from the fight - he'd been going to fetch his friends. Now, a knot of people stood around the Tiger, wearing torn clothes and grim expressions. Bengal recognized the young man she'd chopped in the throat earlier, and the girl who had grabbed her hand, among others. They all crowded around her, stomping on her head and kicking more sand, until the Tiger felt like she was being buried alive. The coarse, irritating grit was getting everywhere, scratching her skin and trickling into her boots. Some of it even found its way inside her mouth, making her sputter and cough. Bengal screeched and cursed at the vengeful fans, but her words were drowned out as the mob yelled back even louder, their voices overlapping into a single, angry chorus:

"DIRTY CHEATER!"

"C'mon, E'isa! Kick her ass!"

"TAKE THIS, TIGER!"

"Her gloves! Get her gloves, too!"

Bengal could feel hands scrabbling at one of her gloves, trying to tear off the patch of reflective fabric. Growing desperate, she lashed out blindly with that same hand, attempting to drive the fans back. But that meant she only had one hand left to maintain the clutch, severely weakening her hold on E'isa. Was this the opportunity that the Endless had been searching for?

[XXVV]

Locked in Fearful Symmetry, it would feel like there weren't many options. So far from the ring, battered, bruised, vision blurry yet again. It felt like every time she had an amazing feat or did something unimaginable, Bengal was there with another underhanded tactic. Grunting and gasping, trying to find a way out! At first, E'isa believed Bengal did all of these things to secure victory. Yet as the match went on, she began to wonder if perhaps Bengal just enjoyed hurting people.

E'isa also took joy in punishing opponents, but unless she randomly snapped, she did so mainly to close a match or subdue someone refusing to stay down. Sometimes the hammer had to come down, especially against those with such abnormal resilience and willpower as many in LAW seemed to have. Some viewed her as harsh or over-the-top, but she did what was necessary to win.

"How can I be the hound? Call myself the Endless One? If I cannot assert myself and take over? It's who I am.."

Very conflicted, she wondered why some didn't like her. She put her body on the line in every match; she was willing to do almost anything up to this point to put on a classic, all while still claiming victory. Almost anything.. except one thing.. cheating like Bengal, yet they were both seen as evil; E'isa never felt what she did was evil. She always did what was right for her own success.

In her mind, the win felt hollow if gained by such means. When she looked in the mirror, she had all the tools to win. She just needed to execute! Trying to shift left and right, struggling to get Bengal's tight grip off of her. Unquestionably trapped in the submission, she would struggle to find an answer. But then she'd hear kicking, shouting. What sounded like Bengal coughing and then screeching? Then she'd feel the pressure subside on one side and feel relief. Unsure what was going on as her back was turned. Bengal's leg was still tight around her neck, and one hand on her, yet she felt there was a window! Reaching for the leg, E'isa would attempt to pull it off and use the distraction to land a stiff elbow to the jaw of Bengal.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

As Bengal swatted at the mob of fans with her free hand, she became aware of a growing pressure on the inside of her leg, as if a balloon was being inflated against her thigh. Slowly but surely, E'isa was forcing the Tiger's limbs apart. With every inch of room she created, the Endless was able to get a bit more air into her lungs, which gave her more strength to keep pushing.

Bengal could feel her grip slipping, in both senses of the phrase - her literal grip on E'isa's head, yes, but also her control of the match in general. In hindsight, she realized that taking the fight into the crowd probably hadn’t been the best idea. She’d been hoping to cause a riot, provoking everyone to fight each other, then using the ensuing chaos as cover to land more dirty moves. Instead, many of the fans had taken her opponent’s side, and were fighting against her!

The Tiger wondered briefly why this was happening. E’isa had the same vengeful attitude that she did, and used many of the same brutal moves. So why had the fans rallied to protect her, and not Bengal? Whatever, the Indian woman thought dismissively, as another wave of sand crashed over her face. It’s all just a popularity contest. Her ego wouldn’t let her admit the real reason behind the disparity in support: E’isa refused to cheat, while Bengal did so often, and with great relish.

She felt her opponent buck underneath her, threatening to break the Fearful Symmetry apart. Desperate, Bengal reached her free hand back toward E’isa’s head, trying to re-secure the hold. But the Endless moved faster, throwing her elbow toward the Tiger’s clenched jaw. WHAM! The Indian woman somersaulted backward, the impact propelling her clear out of the knot of fans. She drew herself up on her hands and knees and spat into the sand, half-expecting to see missing teeth mixed in with the blood and saliva. Luckily, there were none, which she supposed was a silver lining. On the other hand, with her submission shattered, and a hostile crowd still surrounding her, Bengal wasn’t exactly feeling lucky right now.

A more disciplined fighter might have used that moment to look for another opening. Bengal, however, had let her temper get the better of her, and her ire was turned squarely on the crowd. “You ruined EVERYTHING!” she howled, eyes flashing, as she advanced toward the group that had been kicking her. Drawing close, she singled out one fan in particular: the colorfully-dressed woman who had seized her hand earlier. Ignoring her actual opponent, the Tiger pounced on the young bystander with claws outstretched, attempting to throttle her!

“You want to be part of the action, honey?” Bengal snarled. She’d turned her back to E’isa, focusing all her attention on this new target. “Be careful what you wish for…you just might get it!”

[XXVV]

Landing the elbow! E'isa would feel a ton of relief as Bengal was forced to back off. Turning onto her back, E1 would try to get the air circulating again. Dealing with so much offense early, and not the regular kind. Stiff kicks, hard knees, going through the coliseum barricades, the sand, the attempt at Fearful Symetry, she just managed to escape. Not to mention the crowd's involvement in this NO DQ match. Wondering if they had a hand in why she was able to escape that submission. Still unsure why Bengal loosened her grip on one side. Grunting as she spoke.

"This match has been so unpredictable.. Heh.. but I'm having fun.."

The heat of Rome came down hard. E'isa would want to get back into the action, but then she'd eye Bengal up to no good again. Face-to-face with a fan. E'isa's vision, still blurry, would clear up a bit more, looking again. Eyeing the confrontation, she felt she had to get up immediately and stop it. The match was NO DQ, but Bengal was really taking liberties with these fans. Rising to one knee, but upon looking again. E'isa would be confused.

The woman Bengal was face-to-face with didn't look like a regular fan. She had a thick, muscular frame and oozed confidence. She sported bright, flashy colors and wasn't rattled by Bengal. Something about her was not normal.

"That doesn't look like a fan at all.. Who is that?"

E'isa, too distracted by her thoughts of the woman, would see Bengal's claw outstretched. Immediately sensing danger, she tried to get up as fast as she could. Thinking Bengal's sick mind was about to potentially injure another bystander. Yet as she was getting up, she'd not only see the woman refuse to walk away. But she'd step into Bengal, and what she did next would leave E'isa and the crowd shocked.

"MANGO! HATES! CHEATERS! DO YOU HAVE NO SHAME! "

A stiff knee to the gut would follow those words. Followed by a hard, open palm slap right across the face of Bengal! Everyone nearby, the crowd still in the stands, and E'isa would be in shock. The flashy blonde with a few words before walking away, as security came up to apprehend her.

"You are a disgrace! Puro basura.. If Mango ever sees you again.. You will understand first-hand why cheaters never stay on top for long! "

HMMPH!

Walking away, as the security guards would look like they were about to grab her up and apprehend her. Yet they'd get a call on the radio.

"Do not touch her! She is a special guest! I repeat.. Do not lay on finger on her, just let her leave on her own, escort her out if needed. I don't want to risk ruining negotiations with her."

The woman was making her way to the exit as those watching would erupt for her. Smiling and waving to them prior to disappearing into the back with security following suit.

E'isa would then look at Bengal, and though the situation was confusing. It only made the match more exciting, so much unpredictability! Seeing Bengal potentially still caught off guard. E'isa would attempt to get behind her, wrap her arms around her waist tightly, and try to hit her with a hard German Suplex onto the sand!

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal had expected the newcomer to be easy prey, but she ended up biting off more than she could chew. The blonde easily dodged her clumsy swing, then stepped in so close that the Tiger could smell her floral perfume. She didn’t have time to appreciate the aroma, however, as the mysterious “fan” swiftly kneed her in the gut. Bengal doubled over, wheezing, while her adversary unleashed a torrent of insults in both English and Spanish. The rapid patter was difficult for her to process in her shocked state, yet one word seemed to stand out from the rest: “Mango”.

She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could think of something fitting, a stinging slap cracked across her face, derailing her train of thought. Her ears were ringing from the impact, yet she was still aware of the awed silence that had fallen over the stands. Usually, any foolhardy fans who tried to go one-on-one with LAW talent received a rude awakening, and a hefty hospital bill for their troubles. This young woman wasn’t simply holding her own against the Tiger, though. To many of the onlookers, she appeared to be outright winning.

Being smacked in the face, having her spotlight stolen by a random fan - these things hurt, to be sure. But what truly made Bengal see red was what happened next. As she straightened her head, arms raised to guard against another slap, she saw her new foe turn on her heel and stride off, her tousled hair bobbing up and down as she wove her way through the mob. After all that, after everything she had done…she seriously thought she could just walk away?

Bengal’s blood began to boil, in a way that had nothing to do with the scorching sun. “Where are you going? GET BACK HERE!” she screeched, attempting to follow her assailant into the crowd. Lacking the other woman’s grace, she resorted to throwing and kicking fans out of the way instead. But this made for slow going, and she wasn’t sure if she could catch her target in time. Just then, she noticed a group of security guards, closing in around the departing figure. That was all right, she thought to herself, slowing her pace. If she couldn’t get her claws into this “Mango”, at least she could be satisfied in knowing she’d receive a lifetime ban from any future LAW events. The Tiger stopped to catch her breath, a satisfied smile playing across her face…

…Only for that smile to abruptly disappear, as her mouth dropped open, dumbfounded. The guards were pulling back, letting the woman leave without a struggle! “You stupid rent-a-cops! What the hell is wrong with you?” Bengal seethed, redoubling her efforts to part the crowd. “STOP HER! DO YOUR JOBS! DO YOUR-”

Her tirade was cut off, as a pair of strong arms clamped around her midsection. Ironically, Bengal had failed to take her own advice. Distracted by the interference from Mango, she’d forgotten that her “job” in today’s event was to fight E’isa. Now, she was about to pay the price for that lack of focus, as her real opponent tossed her backwards into a German Suplex!

Bengal hit the Colosseum floor like a falling javelin, burying herself up to her shoulders. Between this, and the earlier attack by the fans, she felt like she’d swallowed enough sand today to last her nine lifetimes. A little grit was the least of the Tiger’s worries right now, however. Her inverted position had left her vulnerable to a pin attempt, or perhaps another devastating throw - or whatever else the Endless had in mind.