Endless Blaze: E'isa VS. Bengal

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal rocked her body backward, trying to counter E'isa's forward crawl with her own motion. She was doing everything she could to stop her opponent from reaching the ropes, while simultaneously cranking up the pressure on her submission. Sweat was beading on her forehead, and her knuckles were growing sore from their grip on E'isa's head - but she kept the clutch locked in.

"JUST - GIVE - UP!" she roared in E'isa's face, leaving a spray of spittle across her opponent's cheek. "Once I have you limp and helpless, that's when the real fun begins." She said the last part softly, under her breath, so that only the Endless could hear. Then she flexed her thighs, putting even more torque on the Latina's quivering neck. "And I'm going to do it...in front of everyone," she finished, her voice throaty with excitement. E'isa was gasping, unable to breath, worn down to a near-stupor. If she couldn't escape from Bengal's clutches soon, the Tiger could very well make good on her threats.

[XXVV]

E'isa caught in the hold of Bengal could only keep pushing forward. Though Blaze would do everything in her power to stop her forward movement towards the ropes. Cranking the pressure out on the submission, she began to sweat, dripping down her forehead, her arms and hands grew sore keeping the grip firm while keeping the clutch tightly locked in. Screaming for E'isa to just give up as she'd somewhat spray as she spoke, leaving some to fall on the cheek of E'isa. The Latina heard her speak on turning up the pressure on the hold until E'isa would fall limp and hopeless before the "real fun began". Blaze flexed her thighs as she added more and more torque to E'isa's already worn neck. E'isa crawling and pushing forward but the pressure and words would weigh on her.

The fatigue of the match along with the continuous pressure and strenuous hold would take its toll. Bengal still spoke to her as she continued to speak wanting to see her fade so she could enjoy her victory in front of everyone. Her excitement was heard through her voice at the expense of E'isa. Excited for what she could do when she won which she was confident in at the moment. E-Mac struggling to get air in, gasping trying to get to the ropes. Barely any circulation now as her newfound friends discomfort and uncertainty would circle back again. Feeling like she was so close to the ropes yet Bengal's pressure and unrelenting grip on the hold would steadily drain her of whatever energy she had left. Now truly on limited air supply, still trying to move forward. The ropes felt so close but then the match-long wear on her body along with the hold would resurface. Her vision playing games again as the ropes would double and now play games with her mind. The ropes would look as if they were right in front of her then 10 miles away.

"ugh.. hh.. nnot.. aga.."

Spoiler

Eyes growing heavy as the fans would cheer for her but even the voices would come in muttered. As E'isa would feel her body slowly shutting down again. Slumping downward so close to the ropes as the fans would still be loud, some screaming for her to hold on and fight for them. E'isa would feel so close, yet so far as her head began to slump into the thigh of Bengal.

"I.. I.. I'm.. so.. clos.."