Endless Blaze: E'isa VS. Bengal

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal's tortured muscles finally had a chance to relax, as E'isa released her hold to avoid being disqualified. The Tiger slumped forward, rolling her shoulders and gasping for air. Her legs felt like jelly, and she had to brace against the ropes to stop herself from collapsing. Getting out of the Full Nelson was a relief, but Bengal knew that E'isa wasn't done with her yet. Already, she could hear footsteps approaching from behind as the Endless readied her next move. She only had moments to react.

She waited until the last possible instant, wanting E'isa to think she was still helpless. Then she spun around and dropped low, ducking under the clothesline and catching her opponent around the waist. She pumped her legs and straightened up, using E'isa's own momentum to throw the Latina over the top rope and out of the ring! The crowd erupted with surprised shouts; many of them hadn't expected that Bengal would be able to lift the larger woman. The Endless bounced off the edge of the ring apron, then came to rest in a heap on the floor. "Happy landings, bitch!" Bengal sneered, leaning over the ropes to taunt her fallen opponent.

Of course, a single fall wouldn't be enough to keep E'isa down for long, and Bengal knew it too. She had to keep the pressure on, while her opponent was still disoriented. Ducking under the ropes, she stood for a moment on the ring apron, judging the distance. Then she leaped high in the air, aiming to stomp down on the small of E'isa's back!

[XXVV]

E'isa following the torture of Bengal via Full-Nelson into ropes would try to keep going. To her it was never over until they were pinned, submitted, or unable to continue. Though she was in control, the job wasn't done. A full head of stream with nothing on her mind other than sending Blaze over the top rope and out of the ring. She looked like a train coming straight for Bengal. Coming in ready to unload on Bengal but E'isa was unaware that the Tiger was faking her out. Waiting on the right moment as E'isa would come rushing in for a clothesline, Bengal would spin and drop, E'isa again caught off guard would be unable to stop and get thrown out the ring by Bengal with a toss using her strength and the Latina's momentum. The crowd was surprised as they didn't expect her to have that kind of strength. E'isa unable to brace would find herself hitting the side of the ring apron hard letting out a gasp, and then landing even harder on the floor outside. On the floor grunting as she was not only in pain but annoyed.

"ughhh.."

She tried to get back up, though she struggled as she hit the ring apron and floor hard. She was able to raise a leg and arm before her body chose to slump back down, wanting more time to recover. Her frustration was on full display, feeling like Bengal, though cunning to some, would be a trickster in the eyes of E'isa.

"This conniving, intolerable little feline.."

E'isa would try once again to get up but then unaware of Bengal setting up for more would be met with a surprise. Standing on the ring apron, calculating the distance to land on the Latina, she'd leap high and stomp down hard on the back of E'isa. Still trying to gather herself, E'isa would take the stomp in full and let out a yell, collapsing as her body felt the shock from her back outwards. Stunned and grunting as the pain was unbearable on first contact. Now struggling to even catch a breath. Slumped down and visibly in pain, unable to move as Bengal would once again swing the momentum in her favor.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal flattened E'isa into the floor with her stomp, then bounced nimbly off her, using the larger woman's body like a trampoline to cushion her landing. The referee began the count-out: "One!" Bengal only had seconds before both she and her opponent would be disqualified, but the Tiger didn't seem to be in any particular hurry. She bowed sarcastically to the stunned crowd, before grabbing E'isa by the wrists, wrenching the Latina's arms behind her as the referee continued: "Two!"

Bengal planted her foot on the small of E'isa's back, grinding her heel into her opponent's spine. Then she yanked back on her arms, lifting E'isa up so that her chest was thrust out toward the stands. It was almost like the Tiger was displaying her prey to the audience, before the final blow. "You like it when they cheer for you, don't you?" she growled. "Let's see if they're still cheering...after THIS!" She drove her foot down like a sledgehammer, stomping E'isa's head into the floor. Then she repeated the maneuver, timing her stomps along with the referee's count: "Three! Four! Five!"

It was only when the official reached "Six!" that she seemed to realize the risk she was taking. Dropping E'isa's arms, she quickly turned and rolled back under the ropes into the ring. Bengal was now safe from disqualification, but her opponent was still vulnerable. Several members of the crowd began to boo; in their opinion, the Tiger was taking the coward's route by leaving E'isa to be counted out, instead of finishing her with an honest pin or submission. The Tiger's only response was a mocking wave. She didn't care if the fans thought a DQ win was "boring" or "unsportsmanlike". It was a win, same as any other, and that was all that mattered.

Bengal was so focused on taunting the angry fans, she didn't even bother to look at E'isa, still splayed out on the floor between the ring and the crowd barrier. The Tiger figured that her opponent was already finished. With only a few seconds left in the count, there was no way the Endless could recover in time...was there? E'isa's fans seemed to still believe there was hope. Their chants of support swelled in volume, drowning out the boos and the referee's count: "E'ISA! E'ISA!"

[XXVV]

Trying to get back her center of gravity, E'isa struggled with the pain in her back. Bengal bounced off her, using the body of E'isa to help cushion her fall. Official getting the count going as both were now out of the ring. Although Bengal did seem bothered, wanting to punish E'isa more. Even going as far as to bow to the crowd, looking to mock them. The Latina grunted trying to move yet her body would slump back down. Each move felt like it sent shockwaves through her as the pain kept her grounded. Then from behind she'd feel her wrists grabbed and wrenched as she'd yell out, now going from trying to get up to being forced up. Her body crying in pain as she had been given no time to recover or catch a breath.

From "One!" to "Two!" the count would continue to climb as E'isa would feel Bengal plant her foot into her back and grind the heel. More yells came from the Latina, arms yanked again as she'd find herself being lifted up, her chest thrust towards the stands. Wanting to resist but was completely overwhelmed by the pain and shock she still felt. Looking like Bengal wanted to make a fool of her still as she displayed her to the audience, the first row especially getting an up-close view of her chest. E'isa hearing Bengal's words as she looked to try and mutter some words back.

"you.. arrogant.. little.. bit.."

But before the last word could come out Bengal would stomp her foot down with tremendous force, planting the head of E'isa onto the outer ring floor. The final word E'isa tried to get out replaced with a loud grunt as her head planted into the floor cut off all responses other than those of pain. Slumped downwards she'd be pulled up again and stomped along with the official's count. From "THREE!" to almost "SIX!" the stomps continued as each stop made the ring more blurred and hazy. The only responses now coming from E'isa were groans and grunts of pain unable to free herself. Finally at the count of "SIX!" Bengal feeling some risk staying outside chose to drop the arms of E'isa. Electing to roll back into the ring and save herself from a countout. The Latina slowly dropped down to the floor, the damage had been done and after the onslaught of stomps, she'd be motionless. Fans booed as they felt Bengal had been looking to claim a DQ victory. Bengal was unbothered though as to her a win was a win, so how it came mattered little.

E'isa now layout on the floor, unresponsive as all the fans in the front row could hear was her inhaling and exhaling. Her body trying to finally recover after being hit with back to back to back offense unable to brace for any of it. Official's count now came to a "SEVEN!" as E'isa faintly moves, fans cheering for her as even after that she wanted to keep fighting. Respecting her warrior's spirit they called for her to get up. Chants of "E'ISA! E'ISA!" rang out throughout the arena. Even those who weren't fans would yell in unison with the others, wanting her to get up and whoop Bengal's ass. The Latina got to her knees shocking everyone as she crawled to the apron, everything she saw now double. Double steps, double officials, double ropes, everything still blurred as the visual and pain would mess with her equilibrium. One second it looked like the Latina would get in but then her confusion and inability to keep her balance would cause her to slump down again falling on her face. "EIGHT!" coming out while she lay halfway to the ring looking lost and out of it. Fans still called her name as they still felt there was a chance. E'isa trying to focus would still feel like the arena was spinning. Wondering if she was at her limit, thinking to herself that maybe it was lost.

"Is.. is this my limit.. losing to this sorry excuse for a tiger.. do I have no shame.."

Then she'd again hear the overwhelming amount of support and fans urging her to get up. Frustrated with her millisecond of self-doubt, furious she would let Blaze of all wrestlers test her resolve and make her question her limits. E'isa getting back on her knees would feel like it was now or never. Wanting to use whatever she felt she had left on one final push, one last charge into the ropes. From doubt to no doubt she'd plant her foot like she was prepping for a sprint. Trying to calm herself down as she tried to fight the spinning arena she felt. "NINE!" popping out on her right foot as she attempted to get two steps in before leaping and trying to get in through the bottom rope. Vision a complete mess as E'isa would feel herself land on a flat surface but was it the in-ring surface or was the match over? Unable to tell until the official stopped counting at "NINE", only able to hear the fans who almost all seemed to be cheering the same thing now. The arena shook as the thunderous reply to Eisa's refusal to fold would be heard from the parking lot. Echoes of "MAC-E!", "E-MAC", and "ENDLESS" would rock back and forth throughout the venue. No doubt she made it, now trying to roll over as she still had a match to fight, feeling she had more to give.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal pursed her lips and crossed her arms, visibly annoyed, as E'isa slid back into the ring just before the referee could finish the ten-count. The deafening cheers from the crowd weren't improving the Tiger's attitude. She hadn't expected that her opponent would be able to rally like that. The repeated stomps had left a patchwork of bruises across E'isa's chest and face, but the Endless was still in the fight. Even now, she was rising onto her hands and knees, trying to stand. Judging by her unsteady, swaying posture, she was obviously dizzy, but it was only a matter of time before she found her footing again. Bengal had to finish her off now.

"I should have stomped you one more time," Bengal called to her opponent, practically shouting to be heard over the noise from the stands. "Time to fix that mistake!" She bent low, then pounced forward, swinging her leg like a pendulum, aiming a punt kick at the side of E'isa's head! She looked like a soccer player about to take an especially hard shot on goal. Several members of the crowd gasped, shocked that the Tiger would attempt such a dangerous move. If the punt kick connected, E'isa ran the risk of suffering a concussion.

The referee's eyes went wide with horror, but Bengal was moving too fast. There was nothing the official could do to stop her - nothing anyone could do, with the possible exception of E'isa herself. Did the Endless still have the strength to block this attack, or the speed to dodge? Or had Bengal's assault taken too much out of her already?

[XXVV]

E'isa would still grunt and gasp, the leap into the ring taking its toll. She had made it in but could she still get to her feet, get on her knees even, could she still compete in this match? Trying to move yet her body would almost rebel against her pleas. Only after a couple of seconds could she get to her knees, slowly trying to rise again. Still disorientated and seeing a blur but always wanted to show why she was one of a kind. Dead set on being viewed as that game-changing athlete who could beat the odds and always get back up. So she mentally always pushed even when her body rebelled against her. The cheers could not be ignored as the fans in the arena wanted E-Mac to stand and fight. Believing in her ability to toss Bengal around and put the tiger in her place. Bengal was visibly frustrated as though the bruises were on display showing the damage she did. Damage that would usually signify the end of a match. Yet the match wasn't over and her opponent wasn't out cold. On the contrary, E'isa was across from her trying to stand.

Bengal feeling she could've done more would now elect to go for something even more dangerous. Was it desperation? Or pure disregard for her opponent's well-being? Regardless of the reason, Blaze would shout out trying to be heard amongst those still voicing their opinions in the stands. The tiger would bend low, pounce, and swing her leg sharply, going for a dangerous punt kick looking to not only end the match but potentially put E'isa on the shelf for a while. The crowd was in shock as such offense was usually meant for someone you despised or wanted to actually injure. Wondering if Bengal truly felt that way after only their first meeting. Though the reality was clear it was what she was aiming to connect with across the side of E'isa's head. Fans screaming for the Latina to roll away, duck, or even try to counter somehow. But all E'isa would register was muffled, faint noises and still struggling to keep her balance. Bengal came in too fast as the official would see the angle but realized too late, wanting to step in but being too far off to stop her.

Finally feeling like she had the air circulating throughout her body, E'isa would feel somewhat okay again. Feeling somewhat coherent she'd elect to try and look up and get a view of her surroundings again though her head was still pounding. A choice that would change the fate of not only the match but her long-term health. Looking up overconfident that she'd recovered, E-Mac would open her eyes widely to get a glimpse of something. But asking too much of her body so early would lead to her upper and lower body over-exerting itself. Her vision would not only blur but flip everything, from seeing double to now feeling like the arena was upside down E'isa would struggle to cope with so much distortion as her body along with her head gave once again. Slumping and falling to the side, unknown to her Bengal was coming in hot, wanting to potentially try and end her career.

The timing would be something people would not take note of until afterward but E'isa collapsing sideways as Bengal came in would lead to the punt missing by what felt like a second, possibly even a millisecond. Her kick missing direct contact as it would only slightly graze the cheek of E'isa as she folded from her fatigue and confusion. E'isa feeling something off, to her it would feel like a brush burn on her cheek from the speed and force Bengal went for with the kick as she was on the way down. All in attendance watching confused if it hit clean or not due to the speed of the kick and the circumstances involving E'isa's collapse. Though for some it looked like the match may be over as she looked finished. The Latina would fall on her back, arms spread out, looking up at the lights as she looked to be out of it.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal stopped her forward momentum and lowered her leg, looking puzzled. She hadn't felt the jarring impact she'd expected from her punt kick, but her opponent had dropped back onto the canvas anyway. Was she simply numb from adrenaline right now, unable to feel her own legs? Or had something else happened to bring E'isa down?

Bengal shook her head, chiding herself inwardly. She couldn't allow herself to get distracted with questions like these. E'isa was on her back, unmoving and open for a pin; that was what she had to focus on right now. She dropped down next to her opponent, making sure to dig her knees vengefully into E'isa's ribs as she did so. Then she straddled the larger woman, sitting on her face while she folded E'isa's legs under her own arms. The Latina was bent double, her ample rear pointed up at the lights. The referee slid onto her knees, preparing for the count.

"They call you the Endless, huh? Don't know why," Bengal mused, craning her neck to look at her opponent crumpled underneath her. "You look pretty Ended to me, bitch." She tossed her head back and laughed at her own joke, baring her white teeth. Camera flashes exploded in the stands, as the official slapped her palm down: "One! Two!" It looked like Bengal was about to score a shocking victory, fighting above her weight class - and E'isa was about to suffer her first loss.

[XXVV]

E'isa would be down and visibly looked out of it. Bengal confused about the aftermath of her kick would question if it landed cleanly. But numb from adrenaline would shake her head, E'isa was on her back and was unresponsive. Looking completely open to be pinned. She'd drop-down next to E'isa, dig her knees vengefully into the Latina's ribs as she'd react but only faintly. Straddling and sitting while folding E'isa's legs under her arms, bent double, her assets pointed up at the lights.

The official dropped down to start the count. Bengal still had words for E'isa as she'd be confident in securing the pinfall over her. Flashing from cameras in the crowd, everyone would wonder if this was the final shot of the match. E'isa would still feel out of it, head still pounding though she'd feel her body be moved around and be confused. Then hearing the sound of something dropping down, she'd become more aware of her situation.

"ONE!"

No longer confused as she'd realized Bengal was attempting a pin. Trying to push up at first but still feeling the after-effects of the stomps would struggle to get upward momentum. Bengal made sure to check all the boxes when it came to getting a signature pin secured. Wanting to claim her victory, E'isa would try to wiggle and move but her body still didn't feel fully back to form. Official doing their job as the fans would boo wanting E'isa to make a comeback though it would look less likely as the second slap down onto the canvas would come!

"TWO!"

E'isa struggling would try to do anything to get up and break the pin. But she'd find no luck, two counts had come down and panic would set in. Struggling to put together how she'd gotten here after looking to be in control, a middle-weight was giving her this much trouble? No, it would click for E'isa in the moment, it was her refusal to acknowledge how low this tiger would go to secure victory. Unwilling to allow this to be the end of the match she'd attempt to spring up as the official was starting to come down for the final count. Fans chanting "E-MAC" and "E'ISA!" Pushing with what she had to get upward momentum, using her will and anger over her situation to push her upwards.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!"

Shooting up from one side, E'isa got her shoulder up. The official was in shock she'd still be able to get a kick out despite the secure pin and her current condition. The crowd went from skeptical to thunderous again as The Latina once again defied the odds to kick out. Echoing back and forth as they'd now chant "YOU CAN'T BREAK HER!" directly at Bengal.