When Bengal's agent informed her that she'd been scheduled for a bout with a fellow Tiger-themed wrestler, she thought that her client would be grateful for another opportunity to prove herself. She should have known better. The Indian woman's first reaction was to complain that her unknown enemy had "infringed on her copyright". Calmly, the representative tried to explain the situation. Bengal wasn't even close to the first wrestler to model her outfit on a tiger, and the whole concept was far too broad to "copyright". She might as well have been lecturing a brick wall. In the end though, maybe it was for the best. However baseless it might have been, Bengal's grudge against the "Tigress" did inspire her to train harder for the upcoming match - and to sharpen her nails to razor-sharp points.
On the night of the match, the Blaze Tiger was backstage at the L.A.W. arena, ears cocked for the sound of her entrance theme. She started for the curtain a split-second before the opening chord sounded, as if she'd anticipated it with some preternatural skill. Ducking through the curtain, the longtime heel threw up a defiant arm against the boos that immediately began to rain down. At the same instant, the first of her pyrotechnics erupted, as if timed with the movement. The others followed in sequence, as Bengal jogged the length of the entrance ramp and vaulted into the empty ring. She leaned back while holding onto the top rope, stretching out her supple arms, before taking a position in the corner. The ring announcer's voice echoed through the loudspeakers, declaring her arrival:
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...standing at a height of five feet, seven inches, and weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds...from Kolkata, India...THE BLAZE TIGER! BENGAL!"
More boos, but to Bengal, it was all just empty noise. The opinions of the unwashed masses weren't important to her. L.A.W. was a jungle, and the only thing that mattered here was who got to eat, and who got eaten. All the crowd heat in the world wouldn't stop her from getting the win, and proving that she was the superior tiger - copyright or not. She stared hungrily toward the top of the ramp, eager for the "catfight" to begin.
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As the pulsating beat of "Funkyla" by B-Jam blared through the speakers, Ruby Morrison—better known to the L.A.W. audience as The Tigress—stood just behind the curtain, rolling her shoulders in preparation. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, but her green eyes held a dangerous glint.
"Blaze Tiger, huh?"
Ruby mused.
"She thinks she's the only one who can wear stripes? Cute. But tonight, she's gonna learn that there's only room for one apex predator."
She had heard all about Bengal's grudge—how the Indian wrestler was furious over the supposed "gimmick theft." Ruby found it amusing. She hadn’t stolen anything. She was born to be a Tigress. From the moment Hector took her in, from the moment she fought for her survival on the streets, she had embodied the spirit of a relentless huntress. Bengal might have been a self-proclaimed "Blaze Tiger," but Ruby? She had fought tooth and claw for everything in her life.
Rolling her wrists, she exhaled sharply.
"Gotta keep my head clear. Can’t let this get personal. But still…if she wants a catfight, she’s gonna get one."
Then, the lights dimmed. The crowd’s murmurs shifted to excited cheers as her music hit.
This was her moment. Time to remind everyone exactly who the real Tigress was.
As the theme music kicked in, and a spotlight shone at the top of the ramp as Ruby stepped through the curtain, her body moving in sync with the music. The moment she appeared, the crowd erupted—boos mixed with scattered cheers.
She placed a hand on her hip, then slowly ran it down her thigh before throwing her arms out, flashing a cocky grin.
Her outfit was as bold as her personality: a high-cut tiger-striped one-piece that accentuated her powerful curves. The deep plunging neckline displayed her impressive physique, the fabric hugging her body like a second skin. Her muscular thighs were bare, except for the matching tiger-print knee-high boots she wore.And atop her head, nestled between her wild, fiery-red locks, were tiger ears—an accessory that made her look every bit the untamed huntress.
She took her time strolling down the ramp, locking eyes with Bengal in the ring. The woman was already in her corner, her glare sharp, her stance predatory. Ruby could feel the heat from here.
As she reached the ring, she placed a knee on the apron, then slowly slithered under the bottom rope, deliberately drawing out the movement. Rising to her feet, she strutted toward Bengal’s corner, coming uncomfortably close before tilting her head slightly.
With a smirk, she ran a finger down Bengal’s shoulder, teasing.
"All this fuss over some stripes? Baby, you should be thanking me. You finally got a real opponent."
The referee quickly stepped in, separating the two tigresses before things got out of hand too soon. Ruby backed up with a chuckle, adjusting her gloves.
She rolled her shoulders again, bouncing lightly on her feet as the ring announcer’s voice echoed throughout the arena:
And her opponent…standing at five feet, eight inches, weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds…from Vancouver, Canada…SHE IS THE TIGRESS…RUBY MORRISON!
The moment her name was called, Ruby raised her arms and let out a fierce, guttural roar, reveling in the moment.
The battle for dominance was about to begin. Two tigresses. One jungle. And only one of them was walking out victorious.
As Ruby stroked her shoulder impetuously, Bengal bristled, thrusting out her chest to bump her opponent back. The larger frame of the Tigress made that difficult, though the Indian woman didn't seem intimidated by her size disadvantage. "You don't deserve to wear those stripes," she hissed, eyes gleaming with feral fury. "So I'll just have to tear them off, one by one!" The referee wisely intervened before the situation could escalate any further. Bengal glared at Ruby as the busty redhead retreated into her own corner, laughing in a way that made the Blaze Tiger's blood boil. If looks could kill, she might have won the match by forfeit right there.
Bengal managed to remain silent through her opponent's introduction. But when Ruby suddenly let out a roar, some primal impulse drove her to respond to the challenge in kind. The Blaze Tiger roared back, baring her pristine teeth and curling her upper lip as she snarled with rage. The referee's eyes widened, and she backed up against the ropes, obviously unnerved. Luckily for the official, the two tigers only had eyes for each other at the moment. As they continued their animalistic noises, the opening bell cut in, adding to the dissonant chorus. DING-DING-DING!
Bengal's roar died down to a low rumble in the back of her throat, and she started into the center of the ring, arms raised. She bobbed and weaved around the Tigress, searching for an opening. Where to strike first? For reasons she wasn't quite sure of, her gaze kept drifting back to Ruby's ample breasts. Hard to miss targets like those, Bengal thought to herself. That gave her an idea. She pounced forward, sharpened nails whickering through the air like darts, aiming to claw her opponent across the chest!
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Ruby had expected Bengal to come in with fire, but she hadn’t anticipated just how feral the woman would be right out of the gate. The moment those sharpened nails lashed through the air, she felt them rake across the top of her tiger-striped leotard. The forceful swipe sent a sharp sting across her exposed skin, but worse than that—her outfit almost didn’t hold.
A gasp escaped her lips as she instinctively recoiled, feeling the fabric stretch and pull downward dangerously, exposing more than she was comfortable with. Ruby immediately brought an arm up across her chest to prevent a full wardrobe malfunction, gritting her teeth as she took a few steps back.
"Tch—dirty little bitch,"
she growled under her breath, eyes flashing with irritation.
With her arm across her chest, Ruby was caught slightly off-balance, giving Bengal enough time to capitalize!
Bengal smiled with satisfaction as her claws found their mark. Her honed nails dug into Ruby's soft skin, hooking her clingy leotard and nearly yanking it off her body. The Tigress stumbled back, clutching her chest. She growled something under her breath, too low for Bengal to hear over the noise of the crowd - but she could tell it wasn't a compliment. Just as she'd planned, attacking such a sensitive area had left her opponent flustered, throwing her off-guard. Hopefully, that would leave her open for an even more devastating follow-up.
As Ruby staggered, momentarily losing her balance, Bengal surged forward again. The Blaze Tiger blasted her vulnerable opponent in the gut with a knee strike, then cinched her arms around the Canadian woman's curvy waist. "Not so tough up close, huh?" she sneered into Ruby's ear, as the two of them struggled, locked in a tight embrace. "Guess you're just a paper tiger!" Bengal planted her feet and ratcheted her grip tighter, attempting to hoist Ruby off the canvas. It was a tall order, given her smaller stature; the Indian woman was grateful for the extra hours she'd spent in the gym lately. If she succeeded, she'd smash the Tigress on top of her knee with an atomic drop, hammering her between the legs. But was it possible that Bengal had bitten off more than she could chew?
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Ruby's eyes widened as she felt herself being lifted off the mat, Bengal’s arms squeezing tightly around her waist. She struggled, trying to shift her weight, but Bengal’s grip was surprisingly strong for someone smaller.
"Shit—!"
Before she could react, Bengal dropped her down—hard—right onto her knee.
CRACK!
Pain exploded between Ruby’s legs as her inner thighs and tailbone slammed against Bengal’s outstretched knee. Her entire body went rigid from the impact, her mouth falling open in a silent scream before—
"FUUUUUCK!""
Her loud, guttural cry of agony echoed through the arena, the crowd gasping at the brutal impact. Ruby's eyes squeezed shut, her fingers trembling as her hands instinctively shot down between her legs, cradling the injured area.
Her legs twitched as she wobbled, struggling to stay upright—but the searing pain made her knees buckle. She collapsed to the mat, curling on her side, face contorted in sheer agony and embarrassment!
Bengal felt Ruby's warm, pillowy thighs glide against the sides of her legs as her knee drop hit its mark, driving in deep. The Tigress cried out in pain, wobbling backward on unsteady legs before she collapsed limply, as if she'd been hit by a tranquilizer dart. Bengal wasn't about to give her opponent the luxury of a rest on the canvas, however. She grabbed a handful of the larger woman's auburn hair, then pulled her roughly onto her knees, relishing the look of torture on Ruby's flushed, twisted face. Then she snaked her arms around the Canadian's neck from behind, rapidly securing a sleeper hold!
"Where's that mighty roar of yours now?" Bengal mused, looking down with mock pity at the head cradled in her arms. "C'mon, Tigress! Roar for me! Do it, and I'll let you go!" She chuckled to herself, knowing that Ruby would find that difficult with the sleeper compressing her throat. It would be funny to watch her try, though - and Bengal was in no hurry.
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Ruby gasped as Bengal yanked her up by the hair, her scalp burning from the rough grip. Her knees dragged along the mat, her thighs still throbbing from the devastating atomic drop. Before she could fully regain her bearings, she felt Bengal’s arms coil around her throat, locking in a tight sleeper hold.
Shit…!
Ruby’s eyes widened as she felt the constriction around her neck tighten like a vice. Bengal’s toned arms squeezed mercilessly, pressing against Ruby’s windpipe while cutting off circulation to her brain. The Tigress instinctively reached up, clawing at Bengal’s forearm, but the Blaze Tiger wrenched her in deeper, making the hold even tighter!
Ruby gritted her teeth, feeling her pulse hammering against Bengal’s grip. The blood in her head pounded like a drum, her lungs screaming for air. But even as her body betrayed her, even as her struggles began to slow—
She refused to give Bengal what she wanted.
She wouldn't roar for her.
Ruby’s jaw clenched, her nails digging into Bengal’s arms, her body tensing up with resistance. But with every second, the darkness crept in further.
Bengal was disappointed by Ruby's lack of noise. The Canadian beauty maintained a stoic silence, no matter how hard the Blaze Tiger squeezed. That was frustrating, but the sleeper was lethally effective nonetheless. After a few seconds, the redhead was on the verge of passing out, her long-lidded eyelashes fluttering weakly. Even her grip on Bengal's arm was starting to relax its pressure.
"Hrrm," Bengal purred curiously, shifting Ruby's limp weight from side to side. "A Tigress that can't roar? You must not be much of a Tigress at all." She leaned in closer, her breath hot in Ruby's ear. "But then again, I knew that already."
Still, no response from the buxom fighter. Releasing one of her arms from the sleeper, Bengal slid her free hand down the front of Ruby's striped leotard, fondling the Tigress' breasts lasciviously. Her questing fingers glided over the other woman's nipples, pinching them cruelly with her white-painted nails.
"Mmmm, that's nice. You've got a bigger pair of tits, I'll give you that," she admitted, withdrawing her hand. "When it comes to wrestling, though, I've got better assets." It seemed for a moment like the Blaze Tiger was about to show her prey some mercy - before the arm twined back around Ruby's neck, cinching in the sleeper even tighter. The referee stood poised nearby, alert for any sign of submission or loss of consciousness from the Tigress. At this point, it was simply a matter of which would come first.
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Ruby's world was shrinking. The roar of the crowd, the bright lights of the arena—all of it faded into a narrow tunnel of suffocating darkness. Bengal’s arm was a vice, clamping around her throat with ruthless precision. Every muscle in her body felt heavy, her limbs sluggish, like she was trying to move through water.
Her lungs burned. The little gasps of air she could still take weren’t enough—never enough.
Her heart pounded against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat trying to keep her awake, trying to fight back against the inevitable blackout.
But it was getting harder.
Her lashes fluttered, half-lidded green eyes hazy and unfocused. Her fingers trembled against Bengal’s arm, their grip slipping. Strength was draining from her body, piece by piece.
Then she felt it—Bengal’s fingers sliding down her chest.
Somewhere, in the fog of her fading mind, a spark of humiliation and rage flared hot and sharp—but it was buried beneath overwhelming weakness.
She felt nails dragging over her breasts, fingers pinching cruelly, exploiting her defenselessness. The sensation barely registered in her sluggish, oxygen-starved brain, but her body reacted. A weak, involuntary shudder ran through her frame, her breath hitching in a faint, choked whimper.
She hated it.
She hated that her body was betraying her.
Hated that Bengal was toying with her, knowing she was too weak to stop it.
Her head lolled forward, chin resting against her own chest. She was sinking fast, consciousness slipping through her fingers like sand.
Bengal’s voice slithered into her ear—mocking, taunting, owning.
The referee’s voice was distant, muffled by the roaring in her ears.
The sleeper tightened even more, the pressure spiking in Ruby’s skull. Her body jerked slightly, but her movements were weak, sluggish—her fight was fading.
The referee lifted Ruby’s arm—it dangled, lifeless.
She felt herself being rocked from side to side, Bengal testing her limpness, savoring her control.
This was it.
The darkness was winning.
Her hearing dulled. Her senses numbed.
And then—everything went black for Ruby.
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And with that the ref would check Ruby's arms once again lifting it up for a second time.
No response.
The ref would check one last time, lifting the bigger breasted Tigress's arm to confirm if Ruby was out for good.
