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.."

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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.."

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal grinned as she saw E'isa beginning to shut down. Her opponent's body was collapsing from the strain of the hold, her long eyelashes fluttering as she fought to stay conscious. Her speech was strangled and unintelligible, but somehow Bengal still understood. "So close, yet so far," she crooned, her voice full of mock pity. "Nighty-night, E'isa!" She cinched her arms even closer to her thigh, crushing the other woman's neck like an empty can. Bengal's leg was becoming numb now, her hands swelling - but none of that would matter once she won.

The referee dropped down next to E'isa, lifting up the Latina's limp arm to check for consciousness. Bengal's eyes went wide with anticipation, eager for her first knockout win. Her opponent's outstretched hand was mere inches from the ropes, but in a match as close as this, a single inch could make all the difference. Bengal didn't relax her clutch as the official prepared to drop E'isa's hand. Even if the Endless was already asleep, the Tiger wanted her to feel this pain in her dreams.

[XXVV]

E'isa would struggle to stay awake, looking like her will and luck had begun to run out. Her body would begin to collapse in the hold, the strain seeming to be too much. Bengal heard her words as she pushed to the ropes, feeling so close. She was indeed close but Bengal wasn't wrong it did feel farther than it seemed. E-Mac was barely able to speak anymore as she reached for the ropes, feeling so close but her body would slowly be giving up. Fading slowly in the middle of the hold, Blaze cinched her arms even closer, looking to squeeze out whatever fight E'isa had remaining. Bengal herself felt the strain of maintaining this hold, her leg numb and arms swelling. But victory felt so close, The Latina's head swaying back and forth as Bengal squeezed, barely conscious now as her eyes would try to close on her. Re-opening her eyes as soon as they'd shut but the lack of circulation would lead to her unable to move her legs currently.

The official dropped next to the slumped-down E'isa, lifting her arm and testing to see if she could still go on. Bengal was visibly excited, eyes open wide as this would be her first win in such fashion. The arm of E'isa was so close but her body would ignore her as she'd be fading in the hold. Official lifted her arm high before releasing his grip to see if it would stay up. Barely able to get her legs to move let alone the arm, the first check would result in her arm falling to the mat. The crowd now feeling like things might be wrapping up. A handful trying to be realistic, acknowledging she had been through a lot and overcome it, but this might be too much. Others were unwilling to accept such a result as they'd still call for her to rise and make it to the ropes. Still hoping for her to make a comeback and make good on the new name they'd bestowed upon her. The official went back to grab the arm once more, dropping it as he'd get the same result. The crowd slowly grew silent as it now seemed it was only a matter of time.

E'isa's eyes blinked slowly as her vision was now dark, everything very hazy, barely able to move but she could still faintly hear. Her sense of touch still working though, still feeling like her neck was being crushed into dust. Another feeling would slowly register though. Only after the first drop of her arm would it register what was going on. Thinking to herself and trying to understand what was going on.

"My hand is getting raised.. then dropped? but they only do that when.."

Realizing the situation was dire, the ref stepped in to confirm if she could continue or if this would be a knockout win due to her being unable to respond. The realization this would potentially be her first loss via submission of all things would hit. A loss to Bengal? Like this? Her hand dropped for the second time, her airways feeling like they were caving in more each second. She felt it all, the feeling of dread would return as it felt like there was little she could do. Her body didn't wanna push anymore, and her eyes felt heavier than they'd ever felt. Wanting to take a nap, a long nap, but then she'd hear something among the now silent crowd that would trigger something in her. The referee grabbed her hand one last time before looking to make the call and ring the bell. Amid everything, E'isa would hear a fan say something she wouldn't expect, everyone was quiet and unresponsive but one die-hard fan would yell out, voicing their opinion of what could be her first potential loss.

"I paid front-row tickets to see my GOAT lose to this sorry excuse for a predator.. give me a BREAK! GET UP!"

Those words were the first audible thing she could decipher in a while. The voice was clear and the message was sent, echoing through her head as she felt her hand get dropped for the final time. Coming a third of the way down the crowd would silently accept what looked like a loss. All accepting it but that one die-hard fan, who would trigger something in E'isa who was struggling to move, unable to breathe. Refusing to accept such embarrassment would not ask her body to listen, she would demand it! A third of the way down she'd stop the downward momentum by flexing her arm. The muscles in her left arm bulged out as the ref in shock would back up, the venue in awe of the willpower this woman possessed. One fan though would grin as they expected nothing less from their favorite.

"I knew without a doubt she was gonna do it.. she's ENDLESS after all!"

E'isa would push once more, whether through pure inhuman determination or a faint rush of emotions, pushing her left foot she'd get the extra inches and grasp at the rope, holding her grip on it like a rock climber holding on before making the next movement on their rigorous climb to the top. Waiting on the official to break the hold.