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

[XXVV]

E'isa would be shocked and caught off guard, much like most who saw it. A gut-check, into a loud, inescapable slap. Bengal, obviously furious, would look to get immediate payback, but she struggled with the wave of fans in between them. Everyone immediately took the bystander's side. Although her voice, her tone, her demeanor, the way she instantly shifted the crowd, two swift moves, and they were already cheering for her. It didn't seem like something a normal fan could do, even most wrestlers struggled to do that. The fans in Rome seemed to be sold on the idea that Bengal just got put in her place, shown up by a fan. Yet E'isa wasn't so sure..

"That was a fan? Hmmm.. I'm not so sure about that.. Guest, maybe.. Fan.. I don't buy that.."

E'isa was still suspicious, clearly not convinced they were just some random fan. Watching as the flashy, strong, charismatic woman would be escorted out. Taking her moment to catch Bengal lacking, a swift vicious German onto the outer ring sand. No question, in the damage a move like this had done to Bengal. The crowd looking on wincing, a German onto the burning hot, unforgiving sand, that was gonna leave a mark for sure!

Turning to see Bengal down, E'isa rubbed on her neck as she was still in pain from before. Getting a short breather before she attempted to get up, grab Bengal from the sand, and drag her back to the ring. Walking by the broken barricade they had left earlier in the match. Hoping to drag the defenseless feline to the steel steps outside the ring.

"What did I say before.. Uhhh.. 9 lives? Shit.. I don't know how many you even got left.. Let's find out together, shall we?"

E'1, attempting to pull Bengal back from the stairs by her hair. Then pull Bengal back down into them, looking to smash her head into the steel steps.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

E’isa and everyone else in the arena turned their heads together to watch, intrigued, as Mango disappeared through the Colosseum archways. Bengal was the only one who didn’t get to participate; her head was still lodged firmly in the ground beneath her. She beat her hands feebly against the hot surface, but they only sank into the sand as well, denying her any progress. She briefly considered digging herself out, before her opponent suddenly wrenched her loose, making her efforts unnecessary.

The Endless wasn’t interested in her rival’s well-being, however. She immediately began dragging Bengal by the hair, pulling her inexorably back toward the ring. The smaller woman’s legs left a pair of bloody furrows in the sand, as the grit scraped against her exposed skin. The Tiger dug the toes of her boots into the ground, in a futile attempt to slow E’isa down. But a moment later, she had left the ground entirely, as the Latina hoisted her up, then threw her headfirst onto the edge of the steel steps!

For the first time in centuries, the Colosseum was once again filled with the clangorous sound of metal crashing against bone. Bengal bounced upward from the impact, before settling back down into the dent she’d left behind, like plaster being poured into a mold. She groaned softly, her voice sounding oddly robotic as it reverberated off the steel. The only thing that kept her from drifting into oblivion was her fear of what E’isa would do to her if she fell unconscious…

[XXVV]

A pull back and a thrust forward. Anyone watching winced at the sight of Bengal's head colliding with the harsh, unforgiving steel steps. The loud clank, an unquestionable sound, the way Bengal bounced up from the impact, the soft groan. E'isa took it all in, looking on. Yet there was no guilt, no remorse, no regret; it was all exciting! She couldn't remember the last time she felt this free in the ring. She was dishing out whatever she could imagine, using whatever she could get her hands on to do damage. Her mind was fixated on one thing, and one thing only, making Bengal's visit to Rome hell on earth!

Taking a moment, E1 scanned the area for anything useful. She checked under the ring and around the announce tables, eventually spotting a few items that made her grin. She pulled out a kendo stick, a table, a spare chair, and some zip ties. Grinning, she glanced back at the downed, visibly disoriented feline. Ideas rushed through her head as she considered her next move.

"Oh, we're just getting started.."

The ENDLESS ONE would take a moment to set up the table for a potential idea later. She threw the chair into the ring and left the kendo stick nearby. Grabbing one of the zip ties in her hand, she approached Bengal, aiming to make this less draining. E'isa tried to grab Bengal by her hair, lining her up with the ring post. After taking a couple of steps back, she charged in, attempting to land a vicious boot, determined to prevent Bengal from resisting what she had planned next.

Spoiler

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal attempted to raise herself up from the steps, but she couldn’t muster the strength to move her limbs. All she could manage to do was turn her head to the side. This was arguably worse, since it allowed the Tiger to see the items her opponent was extracting from under the ring, without being able to do anything to stop her. A table, a chair, a kendo stick, and some zip ties…what kind of devious scheme did E’isa have in mind? Some people say that cats are naturally curious, but Bengal had no desire to find out.

The Indian woman watched warily while her rival positioned the larger items, before approaching her with zip ties in hand. As E’isa yanked on her hair and threw her into the ring post, Bengal willed her leaden legs to move, to slide her back under the ropes. It wasn’t much of a counter, but at least she could put some distance between herself and her vengeful opponent.

Unfortunately for her, E’isa’s legs moved much faster, propelling the Endless One across the Colosseum floor. Clouds of sand exploded around the Latina’s heels with each long stride. She quickly closed the distance, before rearing up into a furious kick! Her boot caught Bengal squarely on the jaw, bending the Tiger’s body at a near right angle against the apron, bouncing her head off the canvas with a noise like a bass drum.

The feline fighter slumped back against the ring post, slack-jawed and cross-eyed. Through her newly blurred vision, it looked as if E’isa was holding four zip ties, which Bengal found confusing. She didn’t have four arms…did she? With the way her head was ringing, it was hard to be sure of anything right now.

The Tiger tried for some of her usual taunts as E'isa drew near, but her reach somewhat exceeded her grasp. "You should use those things to tie back that messy hair, you ugly tramp," is what she intended to say. However, with the bruise already swelling on her jaw, it was difficult to get anything out beyond, "Yuuuuh...shuuuuh..." She gave up trying to speak and glared silently at her opponent, hoping she'd get the message anyway.

[XXVV]

The way Bengal's head whipped back, the reaction the crowd made. E'isa had put everything she had currently into that boot, and it showed. Taking it in after it landed. The up close, picture-perfect view! Bengal was a mess in front of her, attempting to pick up the pieces. Trying to respond in her usual disrespectful, malicious ways, but her body wouldn't respond properly.

E'isa would approach her, hearing Bengal's attempt to verbally respond. A response built on mumbles and muffled speech. Yet the look she gave back to the Endless One said more than those words ever could. This feline was not done, not ready to give up, even after everything they'd gone through already. A prisoner to the moment, E'isa couldn't help but grin. Although she was in pain herself, put through so much already in the match.

SHE WANTED MORE! SHE WANTED TO KEEP GOING AND NOT ONLY SEE HOW MUCH BENGAL COULD TAKE BEFORE SHE BROKE! BUT HOW MUCH SHE COULD WITHSTAND HERSELF! WHAT WERE HER ACTUAL LIMITS?

E'isa didn't usually go to these lengths, but she wanted to push her limits even more. Ready to test the waters and really get a grasp of what she could do in a match like this!

"So you're not gonna give.. That's lovely, let us continue then!"

E1 took a moment to climb the metal steps. She attempted to take advantage of Bengal's vulnerability, raising her arms high before grabbing the zip tie. Attempting to use it to lock her hands together. With more wicked things in mind. Not stopping there, since the job wasn't finished. Looking to lift her to the second step with her, before lifting her even higher. Trying to get Bengal cuffed hanging over the top of the ring post.

"Now look at that, so beautiful, a malicious, disrespectful, naughty cat, on full display for all to see!"

Dropping down from the steps, she'd eye the kendo stick again. The fire in her eyes, the desire to inflict punishment, ENDLESS punishment!

"You look really cute up there, but I want to hear how a feline like you screams.. LET ME HEAR IT!"

Going for a vicious swing of the kendo stick towards Bengal's midsection. Going for one to start it off, then flexing her biceps during the swing and follow-through of the second!

Spoiler

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

As E’isa seized onto Bengal’s wrists, the Tiger twisted them weakly, attempting to break free. But she couldn’t stop the Endless One from wrenching her arms up, then hoisting her into the air. Bengal felt the plastic zip ties digging into her skin as they were cinched tight, leaving her hanging limply from the ring post like so much wet laundry.

Trapped in this awkward posture, Bengal couldn’t use her hands to defend herself. She tried to draw up her knees into a guard instead. Yet when she clenched her abdominals to do so, it felt like her gut was on fire, and she quickly dropped them again. All she could do was watch as her E’isa bent down and grabbed the kendo stick, winding it back with a murderous look in her eyes. The Tiger supposed she was fortunate that the colosseum hadn’t supplied actual gladiator’s weapons. Still, it was hard for her to feel very lucky as the bamboo rod lashed across her stomach, compressing her torso against the post behind her.

Bengal swore to herself that she wasn’t going to scream, that she wouldn’t give E’isa the satisfaction. She kept her promise, but let loose a noticeable whimper, as her mouth dropped open in agony. The noise she made after the second strike was even louder; it felt like her opponent had targeted the exact same spot she'd hit before, swinging with the expert precision of a veteran baseball player. She was batting a thousand, and it looked like Bengal was about to be "struck out", so to speak. The Indian woman's head lolled against her chest, and her eyes fluttered closed, as she muttered something the Latina couldn't make out. "Hyeeeeh..."