Better Devils: Bengal vs Sierra Velvera

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Sierra saw Bengal charging at her, full speed, her frustration boiling over. Good! The cheeky girl took off her fittingly red coloured cropped jacket, and whipped it in the air, screaming

"¡Toro, toro! Oleee~!" she called out, twirling on her heel like a play-pretend matador. At the very last second, just before Bengal could crash into her, Sierra sidestepped, her body whipping out of harm’s way.

"Yahoo!!!" She swung her jacket over Bengal’s face, momentarily blinding the charging "Kitten", the audience cheering and pumping their fist in excitement. With her vision blocked, Bengal’s feet fumbled awkwardly as she stumbled forward, unable to stop her own momentum.

Sierra giggled, and with one swift, playful motion, she stuck out her foot and tripped Bengal mid-charge!

"¡Olé! La Diablesa siempre gana~!" she sang out teasingly, winking at the crowd before playfully flicking her jacket over her shoulder.

The crowd was vivating, seeing the smaller underdog wrestler winning over her bigger, meaner enemy

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Sierra dodged out of the way nimbly, avoiding Bengal's advance. Before the Tiger could turn her head to follow her opponent's movement, something thick and red flew in front of her, blocking out her field of view. She stumbled for a moment, before tripping clumsily over something in her path. She tripped me, Bengal realized, as she was already starting to fall - but by then, it was far too late. That tricky little-

Her thoughts were cut off as she fell onto the middle rope, racking her chest and throat. Bengal gasped for breath as she braced against the rope with her hands, just in time to avoid falling out of the ring entirely. Her face was flushing, more from embarrassment than sheer exertion. Sierra's relentless offense was starting to wear her down, certainly - but what Bengal really hated was the way La Diablesa had turned her into a spectacle. No wonder the crowd was getting so excited.

Speaking of the crowd, Sierra seemed to be more interested in them than she was in fighting Bengal. She didn't even bother to turn around to look at her opponent as she danced and winked at the stands, jauntily tossing around her jacket like a superhero's cape. Bengal rose to her feet as quietly as she could, hoping that Sierra hadn't realized she'd recovered from her fall. Then she hopped onto the middle rope, using it as a springboard to launch a jumping knee strike at the back of La Diablesa's head! Many wrestlers would balk at the idea of attacking an opponent from behind, but the Tiger had no such scruples. If she doesn't want to get hit, she shouldn't turn her back on me, she thought, as she pounced forward, closing in on her prey. A few members of the audience shouted out, trying to warn Sierra about Bengal's surprise attack - but would she notice in time?

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As Sierra is waving at the audience and smilling she suddenly feels heavy weight had slammed into her all at once, , leaving her momentarily breathless. Her feet were lifted off the mat, and next thing she knows she's slammed onto the canvas with a hard thud.

Bengal's entire weight lied on top of her, crushing against her ribs, the scent of sweat mixing. between the two. Sierra gets on her elbows, and with a moan arches her back, trying to get her enemy to slide off of her.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal's knee landed right on target, pulverizing the back of Sierra's head. La Diablesa's feet practically popped out of her knee-high black boots from the force of the blow. She collapsed to the canvas like a house of cards, as Bengal came down on top of her back, straddling her ribs. The Tiger wasted no time transitioning to a camel clutch, interlacing her fingers around Sierra's chin and bending her spine at an agonizing angle.

With a dull groan, the Spanish woman arched her back, trying to knock Bengal off balance. But the Tiger enjoyed being on top, and she wasn't budging. The sensation of Sierra writhing between her legs sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. She drove her rear end down repeatedly like a jackhammer, smashing into her opponent's vertebrae again and again. "Buck all you want, little pony," she crooned, cranking Sierra's head upward until she could whisper into the other woman's ear. "I'm still gonna break you in!"

With that, she switched up her grip, moving her hands over Sierra's mouth and nose. This position allowed her to put even torque on La Diablesa's neck, while simultaneously cutting off her air supply. Bengal had the first submission of the match locked in - and unless Sierra could escape soon, it might end up being the last as well!

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Sierra’s small frame arched unnaturally, her spine bent at a cruel angle as Bengal sat atop her lower back, yanking her head and arms farther and farther back. Her shoulders burned, her spine screamed as she found herself in the Clutches of the Tiger!

Her lips quivered, her cheeks flushed from both exertion and the sheer helplessness of her position. A pitiful whimper escaped her throat as she felt Bengal’s thighs squeezing tight against her ribs, pinning her in place.

"Aiieee...!" Sierra kicked her legs helplessly, her boot heels tapping the mat in an almost pathetic little rhythm. Bengal's closeness was suffocating, her warm breath ghosting over Sierra’s ear, contrasting the cold sweat trickling down the trapped Spaniard’s neck. The hold was unbearable, her tiny frame simply not built for enduring this level of punishment for long. But she had to hold on. She had to find a way out!

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal could tell from the way that Sierra trembled and whined that the smaller woman was close to her breaking point. Just an ounce more of pressure, perhaps...but how to achieve it? The Tiger's devious mind immediately came up with a plan. Keeping one hand locked over Sierra's face, she reached her other arm back and grasped her opponent's twitching leg by the ankle. She began pulling the limb toward her, contorting La Diablesa's supple body even further. Sierra was bent double; it looked as if Bengal was about to twist her into a hoop. The referee hovered anxiously nearby, looking for any sign of a tap-out.

"Here's a lesson for you, pobrecita," Bengal sneered, mimicking Sierra's earlier taunt - albeit with an exaggerated, mocking accent. "Never turn your back on a tiger!" She strained her arms with all her might, trying to keep a grip on her opponent as the other woman writhed and twisted like a worm on a hook. She was so close now, she could feel it. If she could only maintain the hold for a few seconds longer, La Diablesa would have no choice but to surrender. This was the part of submission matches that Bengal loved, second only to the tap-out itself. Every eye in the arena was trained on the pair of them, waiting to see how much more Sierra could possibly take.

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She could feel Bengal’s weight pressing down on her ribs, pinning her like prey beneath a predator, and best believe the Tigress was relentless. Sierra's flat belly trembled as her muscles strained to endure the hold, every time she kicked her legs, the movement sent a fresh wave of agony through her lower back, her toes curling inside her knee-high boots from sheer torment.

And then—the hands covered her mouth and nose.

Her big brown eyes shot wide open, her pupils shrinking in shock as her airflow was suddenly, cruelly cut off. Muffled whimpers escaped against Bengal’s palm, her breath coming out hot and desperate. The suffocating heat of Bengal’s thighs against her sides, combined with the slick sheen of sweat forming on her own bare skin, made Sierra feel like she was drowning under the weight of her enemy. Sierra’s delicate shoulders shook as her lungs burned for air, the audience awwing and booing at Bengal's successful hold on the poor girl!

But she wasn’t going to break.

Through sheer willpower, Sierra gathered what strength she had left. Instead of struggling wildly, she went limp for just a second, hoping Bengal would ease the hold, even slightly. And the moment she felt even the faintest shift, Sierra swung her legs up and back, aiming to hook her feet behind Bengal’s head.

If she could just get the right angle -just a little more leverage-she could use her flexibility and momentum to flip Bengal forward, rolling her off her back and breaking the hold!

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal gyrated her rear on Sierra's back, savoring the way her opponent struggled, her feeble cries - when suddenly, the smaller woman went limp and silent. The Tiger frowned, wondering what had happened to her new toy. Had she passed out, paralyzed by pain, unable to even lift her hand to tap? Perhaps she'd finally run out of air? Or maybe...

Before she could ponder any further, Sierra abruptly sprang back to life. Swinging her legs up, she showcased her impressive flexibility, hooking one of her doll-like feet around Bengal's neck! The Tiger sputtered with surprise as she was thrown from La Diablesa's back, bucked off like a cowgirl at a rodeo. She pounded the canvas with frustration, screeching shrilly at the referee, the crowd - pretty much everyone in earshot.

Throwing tantrums wouldn't help her, though. She had to finish Sierra off. Surely, after a stretch like that, the Spanish woman couldn't have much fight left in her...could she? Either way, Bengal was going to find out. She rolled to her feet, squaring off with her opponent. "Lucky break," she spat, narrowing her amber eyes. "But your luck's about to run out!"

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Sierra wasn't giving up yet even if, quite admitably, that did hurt pretty bad. But she couldn't let her enemy see that! One more weakness to exploit isn't something you can afford in the ring.

"Luck? Nah, chica. That was all skill!" She waggled her finger in a playful manner

Not wasting any more time, since agillity is her biggest strangth, she launched herself forward, feinting a lock-up—only to slip under Bengal’s arms at the last second! Using her opponent’s own aggressive momentum against her, Sierra darted behind and tried leaping onto Bengal’s back.If she succeeds, she can wrap her legs around the Tiger’s waist into a sleeper hold revenge for the Camel Clutch!

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal snarled and stepped forward, eager to show Sierra what she thought of her opponent's so-called "skill". The Spanish woman raised her tanned arms, as if looking to lock up. Bengal responded in kind. If a stripling like Sierra wanted to test her strength against the Tiger, she was more than happy to oblige.

She should have known that it was too good to be true. Just as the two wrestlers came together, Sierra dropped her hands and spun behind Bengal, dancing around the larger fighter like a leaf on the wind. Then she pounced onto the Tiger's back, cinching in a sleeper hold before the other woman could even register her movements. Bengal thrashed back and forth, but was unable to dislodge La Diablesa as she clambered on top of her like a rock climber. The Tiger scratched viciously at the tightening arm around her neck, leaving long gashes in the sleeves of Sierra's jacket - but still, she hung on.

"You...ugly monkey!" Bengal choked. It wasn't the cleverest insult she'd ever come up with, but the sleeper constricting her throat made it difficult to think of anything better. She had to break this hold, before she faded completely. Gasping for breath, she began to stride backward, moving as fast as she could with the burden on her back. Approaching the ropes, she threw herself recklessly into the corner of the ring, trying to rack Sierra's spine against the turnbuckle!