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

[FlyingPeach3]

Dear Ms Bengal

its is with the most plesure that i inform you that my mistrees, Luna Daver wishes to have a private match with you on her mansion at the private valley in France paris if you accept this invitation and win the encounter you will be gifted 500 euros to your personal bank account directly from the Daver fortune.

Please make sure to bring only your wrestling gear to the Mansion and dont worry about the trip it would be all cover by Miss luna herself, i will personally welcome you into the Mansion once you arrive and Please do not inform anyone of this letter as Only a selected few by Miss Luna herself are given the pleasure to fight her on the Mansions ground

We hope to see you there

From The butler of the Daver family
Michael Gibson

those were the words written in the letter that was personally sent to Bengal by the Devor family a new family that their Daughter Luna Devon being new to Law Luna could have easily waited for an official match from the higher ups but Luna wasnt the type of woman to just wait for a fight to fall on her lap, she wanted to fight now and so she would scout the list of fighters and one would pick her interest.

A cocky indian woman by the name of Bengal who looked like could fight really well, and Cocky wrestlers were Luna`s favorite type of people to break into pieces.

Despite the letter seeming like a no brainer to take for bassically anyone there was something that was being omited that Only luna knew off, the part of the contract that decided Bengal`s fate should she lose and Luna could barely hold her excitment at the idea of figthing bengal.

The Devor mansion was quite the big place, located on a Private valley in France paris the mansion from the outside didnt look like anything special, just your average white big mansion with big gates shwoing the Devon family logo on it but inside it was a whole different story. With gray shiny floors and black walls adorn with multiple pictures of the Devor family all wearing formal wear and Multiple maids and buttlers walking around Making sure each spot of the house was inmaculate, Deeper into the mansion lay Luna`s personal gym.

Inside Luna the vampiric buttefly
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Would be streaching her legs and arms next to the Ring that decorated the center of the gym,
the Ring was differnt from the standart ring however, it had a Purple mat, bright golden Ring post and Dark red ropes that addorn them and the cherry on top, the Devon family logo slap right in the center.

Luna was waiting pacianly, making sure her Dark black Hair was perfect as always and that she had her lipstick applied in a perfect manner. But who was she kidding, Luna was perfect she was just bored out of her mind and needed Bengal to arrive soon or Luna was about to use one of her servents as a Practice dummy again, but when she was about to say the orders for one to step into the ring a calm voice would echo from luna`s back.

Once she turned around she would see her Butler Michael an old man, who was thin and short. He clearly showed his age, with face wrinkles and details. His face was long and square, and his eyes were droopy rather than sharpened, with red pupils. His hair, receding and graying, was slicked back and tied up. His skin was fair. His attire included a long-sleeved white shirt with sleeve garters and cuffs, a black tie under a black waistcoat, black trousers, and black boots. In addition, he wore a monocle pince nez.

he bowed to Luna and in the same calm voice announce

"Miss Devon, your opponent has arrived"

Luna would look behind Michael to see the woman who would become her prize today, the indian tiger Bengal

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal, the Blaze Tiger

Due to her frequent travels, Bengal didn't have many opportunities to check her mailbox. Yet somehow, she found the invitation from Luna Daver the day it arrived, as if it was destined for her. The Blaze Tiger was intrigued by the offer inside the ornately scripted envelope. The promise of a free trip to Paris, plus 500 Euros when she inevitably won, was just too good to pass up. Her opponent had never even fought a match in LAW before, so the Indian woman was confident she could secure an easy victory. Just another spoiled brat with too much money on her hands, she thought to herself. I'll show her that she can't buy talent!

When she arrived in the City of Lights, Bengal didn't waste time sightseeing. That could wait for after she won. A sleek black limousine took her directly from the airport to the Daver family's private estate. As the heavy iron gates swung shut behind her, she felt a momentary sense of foreboding. But it soon passed, and she returned to her normal, cocky self. Passing a number of maids and butlers in the long, echoey hallways, the Tiger tried to provoke them with crude insults:

"You lot might work here, but I'm the one who's about to take out the trash!"

"Do you think your boss is gonna surrender? That's what you people usually do, right?"

"Je m'appelle Bengal! This place is...er, how do you say tacky in French?"

The servants just bowed meekly and sidled away from her into the shadows. Bengal rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever, you creeps! I do better with a silent audience, anyway!" she snapped, before throwing open the double doors that led into Luna's personal gym. She cast her gaze around the vast room, taking in the rich decor, before locking eyes with the woman in the ring. The mistress of the Daver family was tall and impressively muscled, with raven hair and elegant makeup. Looking behind her, the Tiger noticed another figure - an elderly man, wearing old-fashioned formal wear, with striking scarlet pupils. The two of them made an odd couple as they stood facing Bengal, awaiting her arrival. The Indian woman vaulted nimbly into the ring, then turned toward them.

"So, you're the idiot who's paying me 500 Euros to get her ass beaten?" she sneered at Luna. "I guess you rich weirdos have all sorts of kinks." She jerked her chin toward Michael. "Just be careful with this old geezer. He might have a heart attack when he sees what I'm about to do to you!" She shifted into a fighting stance, narrowing her dark orange eyes. "I hope you speak English, so you can understand how clever I'm being. This match will be really quick, so I won't have any time to learn French."

[FlyingPeach3]

Michael would quickly bow to Bengal in an elegant and formal matter

"Ms Bengal im glad you made it, please allow me to present my mistress Luna tho i think after this match you too would get to know eachother well"
The Butler said as he let out a light chuckle follow up by a glare towards Bengal as if he were aware of the power her mistress hold.

Luna on the other hand would smirk with arrogance and pride, walking up to Bengal and towearing over the tiger with her figure of 6`2, she would look down at Bengal with malice and confidence radiating off her

"Bonjour Bengal welcome to my mansion i know its probably bigger then whatever shoe box you live in but dont worry ill make sure to give a nice long tour of it once i beat you and we procced with the punisment"

The woman said in a very normal level of english showcasing that atleats there wasnt gonna be a lenguaje barrier bettwen the two of them tho a slight freanch accent could still be heard from the way she pronounce certain words.

tho probably what Intrigued more about what she said was the punishment part... what could luna mean by that.

Before the two could continue their little chit chat, Michael would call both of them to the ring, once both woman were inside and in their gear Micahel would call out for the servents of the mansion who all came and sited in front of the ring in a set of Metal chairs, clearly Excited to see their mistress in action, once all things were ready Michael would announce the Rules of the match

"Ok my ladies remember this is a one fall no DQ match, you are allow to do anything you please to your opponent as long as you pin them inside this ring, should miss luna loose she would give a wealthy ammount of 500 euros to Bengal tho in the case of Bengal loosing"

Michael would glee at Bengal with an evil look clearly saying something that was a surprise
"She would be strip naked and force to pose With Luna in a humiliating display of dominance by our mistress as the scene is painted by the greates Artists of the land"

Michael said with a straight face as he look at both woman who were in opposite sides to eachother, the stakes were just raised by a ton.
Luna would began to laugh as Michael reveal the twist of the evening and would look at Bengal who probably had a face of shock right now

"OHOHOHO Did you really expect me to gain nothing from beating you and that i would simply give away 500 euros as if nothing, well i could do that its only my alloance my Father gave me and while the experience and thrill of the match would have satified the old me well not so much here, you will be the firts Victim of many that would be inmortalise in my Galerie des Jobbers"

"oh right you dont speak freanch so let me put that part in some words you can understand, you are gonna be in my Gallery of jobbers, what did you think that empty hallway before my gym was meant to be empty OHOHOHOHO, no no my dear it is meant to hold my matches and greatness but since you are the firts of what will be many jobbers ill tell you what"

Luna would walk to the center of the ring and extend her leg towards Bengal direction as she had a big and evil smirk on her face.
"If you bow down and kiss my boots and beg me not to do it, ill consider beathing you up and trowing you to the trash after im done"

Even when she was trying to show "Mercy" it looked like Luna could only knows dominance but the servents outside the ring would Clap at their mistress so called act of kindness

"ah please my servents i know im being too kind here but dont worry once the match beggings ill have this woman on her knees either way"
Luna licking her lips in anticipation as she waited to see what would be Bengals reply

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal scowled as Michael began to explain the hidden terms of the match. She should have known that this offer was too good to be true. The prospect of having her defeat immortalized in a "Gallery of Jobbers" was a humiliating one, to be sure. But the Tiger hadn't come to Paris planning to lose. Besides, as Luna herself had pointed out, the hallway outside the gym was empty, devoid of paintings. How much of a threat could the Daver heir possibly be, if she hadn't defeated anyone yet under her own custom match stipulation? The Indian woman scoffed dismissively, her resolve strengthening. With the group of servants encircling them, it was probably too late to run anyway.

"How much is she paying you to clap?" Bengal shot at the staff members, as they dutifully applauded their mistress. Then the Tiger turned to face her larger opponent. "You do like to go on, don't you? Oui, oui, oui." She held up her hand to mimic an endlessly flapping mouth. "Fine, I accept. You're not nearly as threatening as you think you are, ma chérie." Although Bengal couldn't speak French, she could tell just by Luna's expression that the other woman was insulting her - and she didn't appreciate the realization.

She shifted into a fighting stance, spreading her weight evenly between her feet. Upon reflection, Bengal wasn't sure if the match would begin with a traditional bell, or some sort of signal from Michael. She decided not to wait around to find out. Luna had already made the the challenge, hadn't she? And it was a No-Disqualifications bout...

"If you want to fill that gallery with jobbers, you should start with a self-portrait!" Bengal snarled, locking eyes with her opponent. Then she sprang toward Luna, attempting to gain an early advantage with a running knee strike, before the match had even officially started! Luna might have taken the time to color-coordinate her ring, but was she prepared for the Tiger's sneak attack?

[FlyingPeach3]

The Servants of the Devar house would continue to clap for their mistress and Luna would compleatly bask in their glory till She heard the sound of Bengal`s voice calling her out for talking too much and saying she accepted the challenge.

Luna would smirk Knowing that she was about to deliver a show worth a million euros to her servents and she was gonna have fun humiliating Bengal till she was nothing but a broke doll on the floor begging for Luna`s mercy

Luna was about to order Michael to ring the bell to start the match but she was cut off by Bengal Comment about Luna being a jobber herself, The comment made the mistress imedietly lock her eyes at the tiger, Making her catch the motion of Bengal coming right at her and looking to land a devasteting knee.

Sadly for the tiger, Luna was able to side step out of the way leaving the indian woman to miss the sneak attack.
Before Bengal was able to turn around to try and connect another attack she would receive a powerfull punch from luna right on the face

(if succesfull)

Luna would look angrily at Bengal but she still keep that smirk on her face, Grabbing the indian woman by the hair Luna would trow a slap to her face and follow up with a backhand slap to the other cheek, it was clear Luna was pissed off and she would let Bengal know about it

"You think, you can call me a jobber? let me remind you of the way things really look, im the queen of this castle and you are the mear comoner who got invited here cause the queen thought she had a nice pair of tits so you are gonna be a good comoner and bow to your Queen"

Luna said in a pretty snarky and condesending tone, she truly belive she was the queen here and before Bengal could outter a word or insult, she would be meet with a Knee strike from Luna to her gut.

Letting go of the hair of Bengal, Luna would simply point down to the floor and outer the words

"Bow you commoner"

Truly a cocky move from the mistress as she was leaving herself compleatly open for an attack that is if Bengal could keep her balance after that knee strike and not fall on her knees.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Before Bengal's knee strike could connect, her opponent suddenly sidestepped out of the way, moving more quickly than she would have thought possible for such a large woman. The Tiger twisted in midair, pivoting on her heel as she landed, desperate to keep the other woman in her sights. But before she could follow up, Luna smashed her across the chin with a jaw-rattling punch. Bengal staggered back, moaning. She would have collapsed, if the Daver Mistress hadn't seized her by the hair, holding her upright like she was gripping the strings of a marionette.

Bengal reeled drunkenly, her scalp prickling with pain from the pressure on her hair. Her aching jaw had dropped open, but for once, it seemed like the Tiger had nothing to say. Even if she had, Luna wasn't giving her any opening to speak, as she continued with her own barrage of taunts. The merciless matriarch slapped Bengal across the face, then struck her in the gut. Only then did she finally release her hapless prey, letting Bengal sink, sputtering, onto her knees. The servants watching the brawl leaned forward expectantly. Had the Tiger finally been humbled? Was she actually following Luna's command to bow?

It may have seemed that way in the moment, but Bengal had other plans. She wasn't beaten yet, even if she'd started the match off on the wrong foot. She'd taken this position to recover her strength - and apparently, Luna was giving her the opportunity to do so, as she prattled on. Typical rich girl, the Tiger thought to herself. She loves the sound of her own voice way too much. As the Mistress stepped back, she momentarily left herself open. Bengal surged upward, swinging her arm like a pendulum. Hopefully, the advantage of surprise would allow her to land a low blow between Luna's muscular legs!

[FlyingPeach3]

Luna had seemenly gotten the early advantage in the match, dodging Bengal`s knee attack and coutering with her own series of attacks that left the tiger down on her knees and with Luna looking down at her. The mistress had a big grin on her face as the servents of the mansion looked in excitment and love for their mistress.

Luna would back a way a step to fully admire the view of Bengal down on the mat on her knees and would even go as far as to extend her arms to the side in a cocky move of superiority

"Thats much better now stay down you filty comon...."

Before Luna could finish her insult, Bengal would suprise everyone by Quickly springing back to life and hitting a nasty low blow to Luna`s womanhood, The Royal`s eye would widen in shock and in pain as she was left frozen from the impact before she insitnticly pulled back a few steps and moved her hands to her lower parts. The pain was so much for Luna, she was caught off guard which made the blow hurt even more, her legs tremble a little bit before she fall on her knees as well.

"FUCK.....YOU WHORE"

Luna would curse under her breathe, clearly in pain as she looked to the side to look at her servents who all looked to be shocked as well, Michael would try to step closer to Luna but he would stop himself at the last moment, Knowing that he couldnt show biases towards any fighter even if one was her mistress Luna who gritted her teeth trying to not think of the hit to her lower part`s, in her mind she was thinking of how much she was gonna make Bengal pay for this

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

As her fist sank in deep between Luna's legs, Bengal saw her opponent's eyes go wide like saucers. The larger woman's trunklike legs quavered, then collapsed underneath her, leaving her slumped on her knees. The Tiger smirked with satisfaction; the sight of her enemy sweating and gritting her teeth almost made up for the way her own ears were still ringing from Luna's slap. It seemed to Bengal that the Daver scion was a bit of a "glass cannon" - ready and willing to dish out pain, but not so eager to receive it.

She heard Michael approaching from behind, before the old man's footsteps abruptly stopped. No doubt he'd realized that he couldn't interfere with an ongoing match. Bengal decided to taunt him anyway, tossing her head arrogantly over her shoulder and fixing him with a haughty glare. "Thaaat's right, back off, Dracula," she purred, baring her sharpened nails at him. "You helped her get into this mess. Now, you have to watch what I do to her!"

Bengal turned toward Luna as she spoke, backing up a few steps to take a running start for her next move. "And if you get in my way," she finished, not even bothering to look at Michael now, "I'll do the exact same thing to you!" With that, she sprinted forward, aiming a Kinshasa (Running Knee Strike) at the back of her opponent's head!

Kinshasa

[FlyingPeach3]

Luna contniue to try and get up but the pain to her lower parts didnt allow her to, everytime she wanted to get up she would feel a punctuating feeling that would left her on her knees again.

Seeing Bengal all smirking and talking trash to her butler made Luna wish to hit Bengal with the most nasty attack this woman had ever seen, hearing each word the tiger had to say Luna would continue to curse at her as she realise the tiger was behind her

"Listen here you little slut, im going to make you regret hitting me there you hear me, ima destroy you so much you are gonna be left in a wheelchair"

Luna said in a mad tone, clearly in anger but still trying to keep her cool head but sadly for her as she turn around her head to try and look at Bengal to continue to insult her, she would see the indian woman heading at full speed and landing a running Knee strike to her head, Luna wouldnt dodge as she didnt have enough time to react, leaving her to colapse onto the mat, the staff of the mansion left in shock as they had never seen their mistress in this position, Luna would place her hand on the back of her head as she began to roll towards the ropes, grabbing onto the middle one and using it as leverage as her legs still tremble a little bit but were beggining to feel better.

Locking eyes with Bengal, Luna had a murderous look in her eyes, this woman was out here hitting her with lowblows and trashing her servents, she was gonna make her regreat ever stepping foot in this ring, Luna would sprint out of the ropes and charge at Bengal, her arms wide as she look to caught the tiger in one of her most infamous holds THE DARK EMBRACE BEARHUG

(if succesfull)

Luna would squeese both her and bengal`s body together, making sure Bengal could feel every second of pain and agony from the hold, Luna took special pride in this move as while she usually saves it for the finale so she can watch her opponents life fade from there eyes as she wins by ko, this move is also one of her personal favorite to use on people who pissed her off

Luna would just delight herself seeing the expression of struggle in Bengal face as she herself let out a wide smirk and a laugh.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal was unintimidated by her opponent's stream of insults - if anything, they only seemed to give her more motivation as she launched herself into her Kinshasa! Even the normally reserved Michael couldn't help but wince when he heard the sickening crack of the Tiger's knee against his Mistress' jaw. It was almost as if the Indian woman was daring the elderly servant to interfere.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say," Bengal drawled dismissively, as Luna raised herself up on wobbly legs, bracing against the ropes. "You'll destroy me, you'll put me in a wheelchair, you'll take my lunch money. I've heard it all before, and it wasn't scary the first time." She stalked toward her opponent, readying another knee strike. "Maybe if you quit running your mouth, you would've seen me coming - ULP!" The Tiger's words caught in her throat, as the Daver heir suddenly surged to her feet, like a vampire rising from its coffin in a classic horror movie. Her brawny arms snapped shut around her smaller foe's midsection, catch Bengal in an bearhug as she lifted the Tiger effortlessly off her feet!

With the benefit of 20/20 hindsight, Bengal realized that she'd fallen for the same trap that her opponent had: talking instead of acting. She didn't have any more time for self-reflection, however. Right now, she was facing more immediate problems, like the crushing pressure constricting her ribs, threatening to squeeze her guts out like a tube of toothpaste. She strained against Luna's grip, trying to create some space to breathe, but her struggles only made her sink deeper into the larger woman's smothering embrace. With her feet kicking uselessly in the air, it was impossible for her to gain any leverage.

"You...stupid...cow..." Bengal gasped, fighting to get each word out as her chest spasmed. Before she could think of a more cutting insult, her face was squashed into Luna's cleavage, cutting off her speech altogether. As if it wasn't bad enough being crushed and carried around, she was now blinded too. The Tiger knew that she only had a few moments left before she fell unconscious, and overpowering the Mistress with brute strength seemed unlikely; she'd have a better chance praying for an earthquake to strike the arena. The only hope for her now were her underhanded tactics - and her devious mind. With the last of her strength, she pried her jaw open, then bit Luna right between the breasts! Bengal sank her teeth into the soft, vulnerable skin, hoping the sudden pain would force her opponent to release the hold. If that didn't work...well, at least she'd have a couple of comfortable pillows to sleep on, after she passed out.