Caged Fury: Bengal VS. Preecha Guerrero

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Match Type: Caged Catfight Match. Both contestants strip naked, then lock themselves in a cramped cage, somewhere in an isolated area. There is no referee and no crowd, although the match is being livestreamed to LAW fans. The cage door will open automatically, once the winner secures a verbal submission from the loser.

Bengal, the Blaze Tiger

Spoiler

For her next match, Bengal was headed not to the glittering LAW arena, but on a long drive down winding country roads, into a dense forest. She tried to wheedle the hired driver for more info about her destination, but the taciturn man wasn't much for conversation. That gave the Tiger plenty of time to think about the bizarre stipulations for the upcoming bout, which her manager had already informed her of. There were some features that she was looking forward to - no referee to ruin her fun, for one thing. But stripping naked, being locked in a cage? Bengal wasn't sure what she thought about those prospects. The money on offer was just too good to pass up, however. And at least this way, her opponent wouldn't have anywhere to run.

The driver stopped on a pullout on the side of the dusty road. Bengal could see a switchback trail, leading up a wooded hill. "Uhhh...I was kinda hoping you could drop me off at the match, mate," the Tiger drawled, arching one eyebrow. "You know who I am, right?" The man's only response was to open the car door, and point grimly up the hill. Bengal pursed her lips, annoyed. "Yeah, whatever, you creep," she spat, as she slid smoothly out of her seat. "You can keep the engine running. I won't be long!"

Bold words from the Tiger. Unfortunately, her hike up the hill still took her the better part of ten minutes. Every time she thought she'd reached her destination, the trail turned around to head the opposite way, or revealed another, higher ridge in the distance. It was a hot summer day, and the air under the overhanging trees was humid and still. By the time she finally emerged into the hilltop clearing and spotted the cage, Bengal was already dripping with sweat, and badly wishing she'd brought along a water bottle.

When her manager had mentioned a "cage", Bengal had pictured what she'd seen in previous LAW matches: a grand, airy structure, with high walls that she could leap from or climb around on. But the cramped compartment in front of her looked more like something one would find at a dog kennel. There wouldn't even be room for herself or her opponent to stand at full height. The floor of the cage was filthy, covered with mud and windblown bramble. Strangely though, the fancy automated lock hanging from the door looked brand new. How long had this thing been sitting here?

Bengal wasn't sure. All she knew was, she wasn't getting into that death trap until she absolutely had to. As for stripping naked, however, that might actually be a relief, given the current weather. She kicked off her striped boots first, then shucked her arm sleeves. Her top and trunks came off next, revealing every curve of her lithe, muscular body. Bengal closed her eyes for a moment and let her arms drop to her side, letting a welcome breeze play across her exposed chest. It was only when she opened her eyes again that she noticed all the security cameras mounted in the trees.

Bengal's face flushed with surprise and embarrassment. That's right...her manager had mentioned that the match was being livestreamed, hadn't she? Of course, the marks all got to enjoy the action from the comfort of their air conditioning, while she had to hike out into the middle of nowhere. The Tiger huffed, clamping her arms across her chest instinctively, but soon realized there was no point. Anyone watching the stream was bound to see her whole body once the fight started. Better to play up her bravado, to act like she didn't care.

She forced a catlike grin. "Enjoy it, you stupid LAW-l Cows!" she called mockingly, speaking extra loud so the mics on the cameras would pick up every word. "This is the closest you'll ever get to some real pussy!" She held up both middle fingers and pointed them between her legs, thrusting her hips crudely at the nearest camera. Just then, she heard a twig cracking on the trail behind her. Bengal spun around with a snarl, claws raised, ready to face her opponent.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

To say that Preecha was not expecting this for a debut would be an understatement. It was not long after she had even moved into her own LAW apartment, and she had been told that a match had been arranged, and the details soon came to pass. She was intrigued by the idea of the match, but the thought of fighting another woman with her entire body open to the elements, while being locked up in a cage with no way out other than to make the other woman beg, this was going to be a rough debut. But this was what Preecha lived for, to fight like her life depended on it.

Preecha

What Preecha was not aware of though, was the location of the match, and when the taxi that was hired to transport her there suddenly veered off the road and onto a forest trail, preecha became a little concerned. She looked around and saw nothing but trees and the occasional clearing, and she wondered what the heck was going on. She quizzed the chaperone, but he was silent.

Soon enough, the driver came to a stop on the end of a long forest path. He clicked the door open and pointed to the path. "Head on the path and you'll see it. Will wait here for you" He said, before getting a book out and starting to read it, and turning the engine off to save fuel. Preecha huffed and got out, feeling the dirt floor on her feet, which felt strange. She looked through the path, but saw nothing, so instead heeded the driver's instruction and started to traverse through it.

It was a pretty lengthy distance to the match location, taking Preecha 10 whole minutes to get there, and she was power walking all the way. Once she got there though, she saw a glimpse of her opponent, who was currently in the process of stripping down. Preecha realised that must have been her opponent and decided to try and sneak in, but her cover was blown when she stepped on a branch, and her now naked opponent saw her and got into a combat position. Preecha held her arms up and tried to show that she was not going to ambush her.

"Whoa there, easy tiger!" Preecha said with eyes open wide. "I ain't a threat or anything, no need to get all angsty with me yet. We can do that when we are both locked up!" Preecha said, looking up and down her opponent's toned body. The fact that they were both toned made Preecha think this was going to be even tougher than she first thought. She then started to remove her clothing, firstly her top, then her bra, before jiggling her breasts, and then removing her shorts, stirrups and finally her underwear.

Now fully naked, Preecha moved up to Bengal slowly, not close enough to make Bengal feel threatened, but close enough so they could both examine each other. She then looked at her opponent in the eyes, before finally introducing herself. "My name is Preecha Guerrero, and I will be your opponent today." She said with a competitive smile

Preecha Naked

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal returned her opponent's smile, although the Tiger's expression was more mocking than competitive. "Oh, don't worry," she sneered, lowering her hands to appear more casual, not wanting to reveal how much she'd just been startled. "I would never mistake you for a threat. And I don't think you're really an opponent, either. More like a live feeding."

She laughed softly, padding barefoot across the soft ground of the clearing as she circled her opponent. Bengal wanted to see the other woman's body from every possible angle, to make sure that she wasn't hiding anything - or at least, that was how the Tiger justified it to herself. The truth was, she simply liked what she was seeing, and wanted to see more. Everything about Preecha thrilled her: the brilliant, multi-colored hair that sparkled in the dappled light coming through the trees; the sculpted abdominal muscles, like coiled springs waiting to release - but most of all, the spirited fire blazing in her brown eyes. She was clearly a true fighter, a warrior through and through.

It's a shame what I'm about to do to her, Bengal thought to herself. She won't look nearly so pretty when this is all over. She stopped circling, though her eyes remained fixed on her rival's nubile body. "You want to go in first?" she asked, gesturing at the cage. "Age before beauty, after all..." The Tiger smirked, wondering how Preecha would react to her catty remark.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

The two of them seemed content with each other and they circled each other nearby to the cage, getting a good look at every part of their body, top to toe. Clearly they were looking for exploitable points of their bodies, and though Preecha had ideas, it would have been easy to patch them up, as she had done herself. "Heh, I think you'll find this prey is rather hard to swallow, and will give you a good hunt." She teased, before letting out a slight competitive grin, before looking at the cage, just big enougb for the two to squeeze in if they got on their hands and knees, and kept in proximity of each other. It was clear that avoiding attacks was not going to be an option in this fight.

Preecha let out a slight snort at her opponent's remark of age before beauty. Not that she minded being called old, she sometimes felt old after a workout, but she had pride in her appearance. Not that she was saying Bengal was ugly though.

"Heh, I think you'll find I am both of those things. And you will unfortunately be a lot less beautiful later anyways. Let's head in, shall we?" Preecha said, agreeing to her opponents offer, before opening the top hatch to the cage, before heading in, getting onto her hands and knees like an animal and heading to one side of the cage, turning sideways so that her opponent could go parrallel to her. She left it up to Bengal if she wanted to put her head near her butt or her own face.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

As Preecha got onto her hands and knees to enter the cage, Bengal considered pouncing on her haunches, smashing her face into the bars to get an early advantage. After all, there was no official around to tell her off. But something compelled her to stop, giving the other woman time to turn around and face her. Maybe she wanted to be able to say that she had won a fight fairly, for once - or perhaps she was just hypnotized by the sway of Preecha’s hips as she crawled across the leaf-strewn ground.

Whatever the reason, the Tiger followed the terms of the match obediently, dropping to all fours and following her rival into the cage. The instant her heel crossed over the threshold, the metal door suddenly swung shut behind her, propelled by hidden springs. The heavy latch clicked shut, locking both fighters inside. She was trapped, so close to the other woman that strands of Preecha’s multicolored hair were tickling her face.

It was all somewhat unnerving, Bengal thought to herself. She’d been in cage matches before, of course, but nothing like this. Normally, she preferred to dodge hits rather than endure them. That clearly wouldn’t be an option in this setting, however. She would just have to hope that her opponent’s stamina gave out before her own.

She squared off with Preecha, watching her face intently for any flicker of movement, any sign of her opening move. That begged the question - how was this match going to start? Would the bell be triggered remotely, like the lock on the door? Or would there be some other kind of signal?

Bengal tapped her foot impatiently, darting her tongue across her black-painted lips as she stared her opponent down. She could wait, but not for long. Pretty soon, her hunter’s instincts would overwhelm her, and then she’d be coming at Preecha, bell or no bell. She planned to start things off with a claw hold, sinking her sharpened nails into the soft skin of her opponent’s breasts! After all, if LAW was going to put her in a cage, then she had every reason to act like a beast.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

As Preecha turned around on all fours, she saw her opponent crawl in as well, their faces merely inches apart and their noses practically touching. Their eyes met once more as their naked bodies felt the chill of the air around them, with nothing to protect them other than their own endurance. This was going to be a battle of wills like no other, and Preecha knew that.

After that, there was an all too brief staredown of sorts, as neither of them could move much, their bare feet were practically pressed against the bars of the cage and though they could move a little bit to the sides and upwards, it wasn't by much. Certainly not enough to avoid attacks.

Soon enough, Bengal made the first move, bringing her hands forwards and clutching Preecha's dangling breasts, while she balanced on her elbows. Preecha immediately fired back with the same posture, leaving both pairs of jugs sustaining increased pain from the other's attack. Preecha glared at Bengal, before grinning.

"The Tiger's got claws, I see" She smirked, enduring the pain in her chest.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal’s lip curled in a grimace of discomfort as Preecha crushed the Tiger’s breasts between viselike fingers, answering one claw hold with another. Just as she’d predicted, there was no room in such close quarters to even attempt evading, no space to disengage and try for a different approach. She would simply have to grin and bear it.

She fought to get her expression back under control, not wanting to give her opponent the satisfaction of seeing her pain. “I don’t need my claws to win this fight,” she hissed venomously. Flecks of spit flew from between her clenched teeth, spattering the other woman’s elegant cheekbones. “Weak prey like you…I can just swallow whole!”

With that, she craned her neck back, as if she was looking through the cage bars at something in the trees overhead. Then she snapped her head forward like the hammer of a revolver, aiming a surprise headbutt at the bridge of her opponent’s nose! If the brutal blow connected, it could do some serious damage to the young woman’s face. At the very least, it might force Preecha to release her claw hold in order to guard herself.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

With both women clawing each other's delicate chests, the match had gotten off to a fiery start, clearly neither of them having any intention of holding back. This continued when Bengal reared back as far as she could and slammed her head hard into Preecha's own, which stunned her briefly. She did not let go of the hold, but she was certainly shaken for a moment.

"As expected" Preecha said before smashing her head back against her opponent's in the same place, before gripping her opponent's jugs even tighter still, twisting her fingers to naked her nails sink deeper into the flesh!

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal's headbutt connected, but it wasn't enough to break Preecha's iron grip. The other woman quickly countered with a headbutt of her own, sending the Tiger reeling. As if that wasn't bad enough, the Indian fighter instinctively jolted upright after the blow, causing the top of her skull to collide with the bars of the cage. Her opponent's face seemed to ripple before her eyes, like a reflection in a pool of water, while a thin ribbon of blood began to trickle from her nose. The only upside was that the throbbing in her head helped to distract somewhat from the piercing agony in her chest.

She waited a few moments until her vision cleared, then re-engaged with a new strategy. She drew in close, until her ear brushed Preecha's smooth cheek. Then she sank her teeth into the side of the other woman's neck, hissing like a vampire in some gothic horror story. The scent of the other woman's sweat tickled her nostrils, and she could taste blood in her mouth, though she wasn't sure if it was her opponent's, or her own. The two fighters were pressed tight against each other, leaving Preecha no space to launch another headbutt. On the other hand, Bengal's reckless maneuver had left her own neck quite exposed...