A portrait of wrestling:To tame a tiger (Luna Daver vs Bengal)

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Luna wasnt the type of woman to forget a humiliation, no matter how long or short it was the Daver mistress always held grudges and wanted retrobution so when she finally set herself free from Bengal`s paradise lock her mind imedietly went on a marathon of ideas as to how to get back at the street cat and one of them really got the french woman brain lighthen but firts she needed to get bengal down which was easier said then done but the Daver always get their way, she just needed to be smarter then the tiger which wasnt a demanding task.

Luna taunt didnt seem to work at firts as she saw Bengal turn around and place her hand on her hips but Luna knew someone like Bengal wasnt gonna let that stain in her name stay and just as she call it the tiger turn around and began to dash towards Luna and attempted a suicide dive trought the ropes, unfortunally for Bengal the mistress isnt build like a tank for nothing as Luna extended her arms and manage to caught Bengal in her arms and quickly smirked and grab onto Bengal short`s making sure she had a good grasp on them and lifted the tiger into a Vertical suplex but didnt went for the blow straight away instead showcasing Bengal like she was a pray caught by the much stronger animal, Luna held that position for a few seconds letting Bengal have a calm before the storm and a moment to realise how stupid she was and after a few seconds Luna let herself fall backwards and slam Bengal right onto the chair Luna had used to rest just a few seconds ago

(if succesful)

the servents of the mansion would explode into cheers as Luna herself got onto her knees and fixed her hair out her face and looked at Bengal who lay next to her and it seemed she was ready for the mistress plan, Luna quickly getting up and snapping her fingers and simply giving a simple order to her servants "Hold her still" the mistress word were full of malice and a little bit of cockyness but the servents didnt question it, they were just happy that Luna was talking to them so witouth hesitation they grab onto Bengal and got her to her knees while two servents grab onto Bengal arms and extended them to the side to make sure she couldnt try to hurt their beloved mistress, Michael seeing this warned Luna not to try anything funny but the vampiric butterfly simply chuckle and looked at michael giving him a nasty look
"Dont worry Michael i wont hurt her actually i think she might enjoy what im about to do to her"
Luna words confused Michael but knowing luna it was probably some degradating move she was about to pull to drag Bengal trought the mud, Michael was well familiar with Luna`s more showboat moves and Michael had a good idea of what Luna was about to do.

The mistress gently placed her finger beneth Bengal chin to lift it so they were at Eye level and Bengal was forced to look up to luna and the mistress look at her with a smile plaster on her face

"You know Bengal after that nasty attack from you my back is killing me" Luna said as pretneded to rub her back "But it seems the thick head of yours broke my chair now where will i find a suitable replacement?"

Luna said as she placed her finger on her chin and pretended to look around the room for a sutaible throne before looking back at Bengal and licking her lips

"Ah wait how could i not see i had the perfect sit in front of me all this time" Letting go of Bengal`s face Luna turn around and give her back to Bengal before a servent grab Bengal by the hair and force her to look up and what the tiger would see was the mistress perfect cake landing on her face as Luna sit down on Bengal`s face for a humiliating display of power, Luna crossing her legs in a elegant fashion and letting down a sight of relief

"Much better, you know Bengal you should feel honor many people would kill to be where you are right now but dont worry i wont let you pass out here but i do need a little break from all the action"
Luna said to Bengal who might not be hearing right now but the message was clear, Luna continued to sit down on the tiger`s face while her sevents hold onto Bengal and some even pulling up fans to give the mistress some much needed air and relaxation the scene seeming more bizarre every second but one thing that could not be denied was the mistress desire to dominate and humiliate right now.

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Bengal executed her suicide dive perfectly, flying between the ropes, then collaring Luna with her arms in midair. But instead of taking her target down, she felt her own stomach lurch as the larger woman hoisted her into a vertical suplex, using her own momentum against her! The Tiger kicked her legs helplessly over her head, trying to throw off her opponent’s balance, without much success. The leering faces of the servants surrounding her looked even more unnerving when turned upside down.

Luna stalled for a moment, holding the suplex position to show off her strength to the fawning servants. Then she slammed her payload onto the chair she’d just been sitting on, as casually as if she was hefting a bag of trash into the bins for pickup. With a metallic screech, the cheap furniture folded around Bengal’s limp body, taking on the shape of a bizarre modern art sculpture. The chair was ruined beyond repair - but of course, that wouldn’t be a problem, not for someone with the Daver family’s considerable resources. The Mistress had likely purchased such items for this very purpose, to use them as disposable weapons.

The mansion staff crowded around Bengal, in much the same way that they’d swarmed Luna earlier. Dozens of eager hands pulled at the Tiger’s limbs, extricating her from the ruined chair, then pulling her into a kneeling position. Her opponent laid a finger on the bottom of her chin, slowly lifting the Indian fighter’s head. Bengal twisted and snapped, but a few of the servants were holding her by the hair, and she couldn’t get the right angle for a proper bite. She was forced to look directly into the Daver scion’s smug face, trying to decipher her words through the throbbing pain in her own temples. Something about finding a “perfect seat”?

Bengal suddenly realized what that meant, but it was too late to do anything about it. All she could do was squeal with muffled protest, as her heavyweight opponent thrust out her rear end, smothering the Tiger’s face between her cheeks! After finding her balance, the Mistress leaned back even further, putting her full weight on the smaller woman’s head.

Bengal felt as if her skull was about to explode from the crushing pressure. She attempted to claw at the Butterfly’s ample backside, but found her arms still restrained by the servants pressing around her. Individually, these staff members would have been no match for the Tiger. However, their combined strength allowed them to easily hold her back, leaving her open to whatever other torments Luna had in mind. It was blatant match interference, but was there anyone left to call it out? The only person who could possibly step in was Michael, and he seemed too stunned and scared by his Mistress’ brutality to do much of anything.