Tigers in the Moonlight: Bengal VS. Eleanor Moonlight (D)

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal bounced playfully up and down on Eleanor's chest, enjoying the way the English girl's perky breasts squashed underneath her rear. The referee got onto her knees and started to count, slapping her hand down once - twice! Just before she could reach three, Eleanor thrust her shoulder off the mat, breaking the pin and throwing the Tiger off her. Nevertheless, Bengal felt satisfied. A near fall this early in the match sent a message, and she knew her opponent was hearing it loud and clear.

"A two-count already? Seriously?" Bengal snarked, crossing her arms like a disapproving teacher. "Are you trying to bore me to death?" She cocked her head to the side with amusement as she stared Eleanor down. The younger woman was leaning against the ropes, looking exhausted, her snowy hair bedraggled with sweat.

"I'm starting to feel sorry for you," Bengal continued, casually sauntering forward. "Tell you what - I'll give you a freebie." She leaned forward, tapping the side of her jaw with one finger, as if daring Eleanor to punch her. "Go ahead, superstar. Take your best shot!" she teased, repeating the gesture on the other side of her face. Of course, Bengal had no intention of actually allowing the blow to land. She was simply testing the waters, waiting to see how her rookie opponent would react. And if she does try to hit me, I've got a little surprise for her, the Tiger thought, as she stuck out her tongue impudently. The fans were on the edge of their seats, waiting to see if Eleanor would rise to the bait.

[TrixVii011]

Bengal's attitude seemed curious to her, this was not only giving her time to catch a breath but she had also “ gifted” herself for an attack, Eleanor knew that this was a trap so she had to think carefully about a response in order to minimize the chances of being caught in whatever she had prepared.

With a quick jump she landed on the second rope and, reaching the momentum needed to cover the distance between them, her body leaped towards Bengal, if she was expecting a hit Eleanor would not only try to beat Bengal at her game but crush her with one she wouldn't forget.

-Never let your guard down!!!- she scolded the veteran with a smile as she rotated looking to connect her Springboard Uppercut.

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[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Eleanor launched herself off the middle rope with a perfect springboard uppercut. The rookie's speed was impressive - but Bengal saw the ambush coming. Her experienced eyes had noticed the way the young woman's feet started to shift backward before she leaped, giving herself away. The Tiger quickly sidestepped her diving opponent. She caught Eleanor in midair by the arm and head, slamming her into the canvas with a facebuster. Then she mounted her prone opponent's back, trapping the arm between her knees and wrenching it upward.

"I never let my guard down," the Tiger drawled, lingering on the second word for emphasis. "Maybe try taking your own advice!" She rocked her body backward, putting even more torque on the tortured limb. It looked as if Eleanor's brawny arm was about to be torn right out of its socket! The referee bent down next to the English fighter's prostrate form, looking concerned. She was clearly wondering if the rookie wanted to submit, to give up.

Bengal laughed haughtily as the official spoke, cutting off her question mid-sentence. "Why bother asking, ref? This bitch gave up a while ago. You can tell just by looking at her!" She chuckled at her own joke as she tightened her grasp on Eleanor's arm, expecting the inevitable, frantic tap-out on the back of her leg. Any second now...any second...

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[TrixVii011]

Eleanor could not believe what had just happened, although she was not very versatile with aerial movements she was convinced to defend herself in that area due that in the past she was rarely beign counter and, even worse, put in such an extreme position as the one she was in, these thoughts were going through her head while lying down due to the a sudden facebuster, not long after she saw herself under Bengal's full control.

-AAAHH! -She barely understood what was happening when an intense pain ran through her arm.

A loud gasp could be heard from the audience as, if Eleanor did not give up, they would be witnessing a veteran intentionally breaking the arm of none other than a debutant. Eleanor was screaming in pain, the referee was asking her if she was willing to give up, for a second it look more like a begging, she was seriously considering it after all Eleanor did not want to get injured in her first figh....

She had felt her shoulder dislocate, the rage completely filled Eleanor's head making the pain numb from the adrenaline, she didn't know if it bothered her more not knowing the seriousness of what had just happened or that the mistake had been hers for pulling too hard, the only thing clear was that Bengal would meet Eleanor's wildest side, it rarely happened but when it did...it was time to show that her muscles were not for show and the choice of her repertoire was with the intention of demonstrating technique over the very capable fists she could use.

Eleanor's face had changed, it was almost as if another person had possessed her body, without caring about the pain and with the support of her other arm she began to stand up lifting Bengal in the air, Eleanor's face turned red from the effort and veins could be seen in her arms and neck. Once she was fully up she sought to slam her opponent to the mat in a sort of bizarre one handed powerbomb, if she succeeded she would break her rule of not seeking to inflict malicious damage against opponents and would attempt to deliver several hammer fists to Bengal's face.

-I'm gonna shut your fucking mouth!!!!