Endless Blaze: E'isa VS. Bengal

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

E'isa bridged for the pin, arching her back and bracing on her legs. Bengal wriggled in her grasp, desperately trying to pry her shoulders off the canvas. Her head was spinning, and it was difficult to concentrate on her movements. She couldn't see her opponent's intimidating smile, but she could sense the sheer power emanating from her. It was clear that the German suplex hadn't worn E'isa out at all; she had plenty left in the tank. Could Bengal say the same? The referee dropped down and began to count: "One! Two-"

Bengal managed to get her arms underneath her and push herself into a backward somersault, breaking the pin just as the official's palm slapped down a second time. Still, the early two-count had left her rattled, and her heart was pounding in her chest. To make matters worse, she didn't even get a chance to retaliate. Instead, she was immediately seized by E'isa and lifted into an inverted exploder suplex! Bengal cursed herself for her own carelessness, allowing herself to get caught the same way once again. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice-

She didn't have time to finish her thought. E'isa's suplex flipped her in midair like a coin, turning her head over heels before she crashed down into the center of the ring, landing on her face and chest. Bengal exhaled sharply as the impact knocked the air out of her lungs. Her forehead bounced off the canvas, sending another wave of dizziness flooding through her. She rocked up onto her knees, moaning softly, as her arms hung limply at her sides. Then she collapsed again, lying face-down on top of the branded L.A.W. logo. Dazed and helpless, Bengal was vulnerable to being rolled over for another pin attempt, or whatever other offense the Endless X had in mind.

[XXVV]

The bridge was a thing of beauty, as E'isa seemed to have Bengal right where she wanted her. Going for a pin and at such a clean angle, a bridge that even the builders of the "Golden Gate" would look twice at, and question how someone could maintain such form. A transition following the German, that left fans wondering what else E'isa had in her bag that she just wasn't showing or hadn't had the opportunity to. Official coming down as the count would fall.

ONE! TWO!!

Bengal managing to get a break pushing herself with a backward somersault, stopping the official at two. E'isa stuck to her plan as when she got clear confirmation of a break, she would grip Bengal again. Making sure the Tiger didn't get her chance to slip away and gain that much-desired distance. Lifting her and getting her hands in prime position for the Inverted Exploder Suplex, doubling down on the offense, giving Bengal no room to breathe. Flipped again with ease as Bengal flew into the air like she weighed nothing, a testament to the strength of E'isa. Confident in her form the Latina after releasing Blaze would not even look back at first. Waiting to hear the loud THUD as the woman would meet with gravity after hanging in the air, meeting the canvas. The THUD would come along with a loud exhale and what felt like the face and body of Bengal coming down. All music to her ears as she'd relish each sound. An artist in her own right when it came to making sounds with her offense connecting and slamming opponents down hard.

E'isa would then look over and see Bengal struggling to get up, as she'd slowly make her way over. Bengal was the Tiger, but E'isa was the one in pursuit currently, slowly circling the weakened feline, looking far from finished with her. Seeing Bengal try to get up and collapse as she'd grin wanting to inflict more pain. Stepping up to her as she'd elected to grab her once more but this time from the front. Wrapping her strong arms around the back and squeezing her almost like she was about to lift her into a bear hug. She'd then get her posture right and lift Bengal once more tossing her again, as she'd go for a belly-to-belly suplex sending the Tiger flying yet again. E'isa going for a trifecta, three suplexes in a row, her way of putting on a display for all to witness. E'isa waiting for the drop and reaction from Bengal before turning to go for another pin.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal was tossed onto her back like a rag doll as E'isa hit her with a third type of suplex. As a striker, the Tiger was unfamiliar with her opponent's arsenal of powerhouse slams, and she was clearly getting overwhelmed. The overhead lights seemed to blur together as she writhed her legs, twitching and panting like a fever patient suffering from delirium. She was trying to stand, but the way her head was spinning made it impossible.

E'isa loomed above her, blocking out the lights with her wild mane of hair. Bengal could only watch as the shadow swooped down toward her like a bird of prey, as the Latina dropped across her body for the pin. The referee kneeled next to her, beginning another count. "One! Two-" The crowd was roaring with excitement, no doubt anticipating an early fall and a squash defeat for Bengal - at least, that was the way it sounded to the Tiger.

The thought of people celebrating her defeat made Bengal incensed. "Not gonna give you..." she murmured, her words somewhat slurred. The repeated drops onto her head were starting to take their toll. "...WHAT YOU WANT!" Her voice grew stronger as she kicked her leg free and twisted her shoulder up from the floor, the instant before the referee could count to three. The official jumped to her feet like she'd been electrified, holding up two fingers. "No Fall! Two count!"

Bengal had escaped from the pin, but she knew she wasn't out of the woods yet. Still lying on her back, she drew her arms around her head and tucked her legs together, trying to defend herself from whatever her opponent was planning next.

[XXVV]

E'isa had come back with a vengeance. Unloading with the trifecta of suplexes. Making it clear what she thought of Bengal's defense, a quick rush in and she was already uneasy. Closing the distance had done wonders for the Latina. Looking back to see Blaze a mess, unable to get a handle on her surroundings. Not even able to stand E'isa would go for a quick pin, feeling like three back-to-back suplexes had maybe done the trick.

Jumping on Bengal for the pin, confident this was a pin or near-fall. The tiger seemed lost on where she was. The official kneeling to get the count started. Some in the crowd cheered along as the count started to come down. E'isa grinned as she felt in control, in the driver's seat again, though that was nothing surprising for her. E'isa was usually in control against opponents who couldn't match her pace. Unless they were on par with her or decided to go low which Bengal had done early in the match-up. But now E'isa had taken the wheel and did not shy away from taking detours and inflicting pain to Bengal. Pain and payback to right the wrongs from earlier in the match. The official continued the count.

ONE! TWO!!

But Bengal would again get the shoulder up with a murmur, her words slurred from the hard landings she'd taken. Unwilling to stay down as she'd startle the official yelling during the kickout. E'isa heard the yell at the end, not shocked that she kicked out but her anger. The Latina was very excited to see Blaze wasn't done, and the fun could continue. Seeing the Tiger kick out but then lie back down, still feeling the effects of the suplexes would grin as she'd circle her again. E'isa got a nice position behind Bengal before getting a good stomp to the back with her boot, wanting to loosen her up. She stepped up and wrapped her arms under and around her head connecting both hands in the middle, going for a Full Nelson hold. E'isa was unrelenting in her desire to make Bengal suffer as she'd squeeze her arms together and begin to slowly lift the Tiger from her grounded position. Swaying her back and forth as she applied pressure wanting to enjoy every second of Bengal's pain.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal arched her back with pain as E'isa stomped savagely on her spine, aggravating the damage she'd already taken from the suplexes. Then she felt her own arms being twisted behind her as her opponent hoisted her into a Full Nelson hold. Bengal's disheveled, sweat-soaked hair hung limply in front of her face, as E'isa wrenched on her head, pushing it down toward her chest. The Tiger felt like her neck was about to snap from the pressure. At the same time, her arms were being bent so far back that her shoulders were practically touching. If she couldn't escape, it would just be a matter of time before the brutal submission wore her down to nothing.

Bengal tried everything she could to get free. She thrashed her body, strained her arms forward, thrust her hips back into E'isa's groin to try to throw her off balance. None of it was effective. The longer she struggled, the more conscious she was becoming of her opponent's superior size and overwhelming strength. She could feel E'isa's hot breath on the back of her neck as the larger woman seemed to tower over her; the sensation made her skin prickle. As if to emphasize the point, the Latina began to lift Bengal off the ground. The Tiger's feet kicked uselessly in the air, while E'isa locked the Full Nelson in even deeper.

Looking concerned, the referee moved closer, no doubt looking to see if Bengal wanted to submit. The pressure on her neck made it difficult to speak, so she simply snarled and spat instead, warning the official back before she could even ask the question. The Tiger continued to struggle against E'isa's hold, fighting for breath, trying to ignore the unbearable tension in her neck and arms.

[XXVV]

E'isa feeling like her boot had left an imprint on Bengal's back would lock in the full nelson. Taking advantage of her position as she'd lean into Bengal trying to cope with the constant pain she was enduring. E'isa took it all in like fresh spring rain, overjoyed with the sounds and struggles of Bengal. Fans usually dislike the cocky, overconfident demeanor of E'isa, yet after coming back from the early tricks and antics of the Tiger they felt she was in the right. Cheering her to continue dishing out pain, her die-hards chanting "BREAK THAT BITCH! BREAK THAT BITCH!" loudly. Echoing throughout the arena as E'isa would get wind of it, unable to hold in her grin. The Latina felt Bengal try to make efforts to break the hold yet be unsuccessful. Trying to force your way out of an E'isa hold especially one based on her strength and grip. It was almost like trying to move in water or quicksand with weighted restraints. Each movement feeling more taxing than the next. As the hold felt like it zapped your will, each application of pressure was a shock to the nerves, sending a wave of pain into the back, neck, and arms of Bengal.

Bengal tried what she could to get free, thrashing and thrusting her body around to get E'isa stumbling. Yet nothing worked as the Latina would tower over her, the strength and size undeniable now. Even the curls of E'isa would weigh on her, the Latina's breathing now felt on her neck, making her presence felt even when she didn't realize it at first, Bengal took note of all of this as it was all she could do trapped in the hold. E'isa never one to shy away from displaying a battered and vulverable opponent would elect to lift Bengal up. Showcasing her elite strength as she lifted Bengal with ease off the ground making her look like a paperweight. Relishing in the moment as she enjoyed making Bengal look inferior, wanting to embarrass the Tiger. The official stepped up to check Bengal's condition as she felt like things might be going too far, looking to see if Bengal wanted to throw in the towel. Odds looked unfavorable for her as she'd be struggling to even get words out, giving the official her answer with a snarl and spat. Ref backing off as the Tiger seemed unwavering in her decision to fight on. E'isa refused to let up as Bengal struggled for air, trying to breathe. Some choice words would escape the lips of the Latina as she'd say them clearly so even Bengal in her current state couldn't mistake them.

"You're looking a little pale.. a bit red in the face.."

Bringing her lips closer to Bengal's ears, wanting her to hear what she would say deep in her soul.

"You felines.. you usually have nine lives correct? How about you give up now.. before I'm forced to take one from you in this ring tonight.."

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal continued to fight against E'isa's hold, even though every motion was agony for her now. Her arms felt like they were about to fall off, and her neck was on fire, but she knew that she couldn't stop resisting; if she did, E'isa would just bend her limbs even further out of place. The referee hovered nearby, nervous and silent, waiting to see if the Tiger would change her mind about submitting. Of course, at this point, it was more a question of "when" than "if". As for the crowd, they were fully on E'isa's side, with many of them chanting for the Endless X to "break that bitch". If Bengal didn't come up with something soon, those foul-mouthed fans were about to get their wish.

She could feel E'isa's lips brush against her ear, as her opponent mocked her with whispered taunts. Even though she was so close behind Bengal, it was hard for the Tiger to make out her words over the blood pounding in her own ears. Something about taking one of her "nine lives"? After the beatings she'd suffered in some of her previous L.A.W. matches, Bengal honestly wasn't sure if she had that many left. Either way, she couldn't afford to lose any more - and certainly not to E'isa.

"You want...to take something from me?" Bengal hissed, through gritted teeth. With her neck trapped, she couldn't turn to face her opponent while she spoke, so she tried to make her voice as loud as possible. "How about...you TAKE THIS!" As she spoke, she swung back one of her dangling legs, smashing her heel into the side of E'isa's knee. If the maneuver worked, it would cause the joint to buckle, forcing the other woman to kneel. With her feet back on the canvas, Bengal would then be able to execute a judo throw, tossing her opponent over her hip and breaking the Full Nelson. It was a long shot, but it was the only chance she had to avoid being crushed in E'isa's unrelenting grip.

[XXVV]

The hold firm and the pressure unquestionable. E'isa would continue to apply that pressure, wanting to hear and feel Bengal crumble in her grasp. With the crowd behind her and the momentum on her side, she would feel like she could do wrong. Feeling like Bengal would either verbally submit or turn to dust in her hands. Official continuously checking on the Tiger. Wanting to try to do their best job and ensure it was a fun, exciting match but also ensure no one got badly injured. Nervously hovering, constantly moving themselves to get different angles of Bengal. Trying to gauge what her condition was, worried her pride might lead to her needing to get helped out of the ring if this continued. Though Bengal would be unwavering, wanting to show the fans and E'isa who seemed overly confident with her choice of words. Mocking the identity of Bengal and what she stood for.

Bengal hearing the words of E'isa would want to keep fighting. Mustering up the will to try and make another attempt at getting back some control. Still hoisted in the air, Bengal would swing a leg back, smashing her heel spot on, hitting the knee of E'isa. The Latina let out a yell as the pain caused her one knee to bend, lowering Bengal as the pressure would ease a bit. Bengal wanting to take advantage would go for a judo toss, E'isa still trying to maintain the hold as her knee still in pain buckled. Throwing her weight around, as she looked to stop the attempt at offense by weighing down on Bengal. Yet unable to hold her momentum would find herself still clenching the hold stumbling with Bengal into the ropes. Upon reaching the ropes she'd try to reapply the pressure using the ropes as leverage to keep herself up. Using both the ropes and Bengal as a means to keep her balance. Laying what felt like her whole body weight onto Bengal who was between her and the ropes. Pressing the Tiger tightly with her body, almost wanting to take advantage of her positioning. Repaying Bengal for earlier as the size difference led to Bengal not being seen from the angle the official was at. Delaying the official noticing and coming to start the rope count for a few moments. Moments E'isa would make use of as she'd press Bengal into the ropes tightly with her body, the Latina's head and chest weighing on Blaze as they'd be tightly pushed against her back and neck.

"Hey.. you comfortable? Just wanted to get closer to you.. Lemme know if it gets too hard to breathe.."