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!!!!

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal heard a muffled pop from underneath her, then Eleanor screaming like a stuck pig. She grinned as she realized the source of the sound; the rookie's shoulder had dislocated. If she wasn't planning to tap before, she surely was now. At least, that's what the Tiger figured. She should have listened more closely. If she had, she might have noticed that Eleanor's scream wasn't just one of pain - it was also filled with righteous, unyielding fury.

As Eleanor's cry swelled in volume, she suddenly surged to her feet. She hoisted Bengal up, supporting her injured arm with her healthy one. Her pale face had turned crimson, and veins were popping in her neck, but she stayed upright. Bengal's amber eyes widened with disbelief, her mind refusing to believe what she was seeing. That...that's impossible. Her shoulder's dislocated. She can't-

Her racing thoughts were interrupted as Eleanor threw her to the mat with an unorthodox, yet undeniably effective powerbomb. Bengal's arms and legs splayed out in an X-shape from the impact, as if she'd fallen over while doing jumping jacks. Looking up, blinking dazedly, her field of vision was suddenly filled with her opponent's face, livid with anger. She was yelling obscenities at the Tiger, her voice deep and harsh, almost unrecognizable. Then the white-haired woman drew back her one good arm, bringing it down repeatedly onto Bengal's head like a jackhammer splitting apart concrete.

The Tiger tried to twist out of the way, but this time it was Eleanor who predicted her movements - or maybe her opponent's fist was simply too fast to dodge. Either way, Bengal was in trouble. The first strike glanced off her forehead, leaving her cross-eyed and stunned. Then a second, even stronger blow came down across her jaw, bruising her lip. The Indian woman drew her arms toward her body like a turtle retreating into its shell, trying to protect her head from further damage. Bengal was hoping that Eleanor might tire herself out, but that obviously wasn't happening. Instead, the English girl seemed to be gaining energy with each vengeful strike, as the crowd cheered on her comeback!

[TrixVii011]

Eleanor regained more and more confidence every time she felt her fist dominate Bengal's annoying face, she had never felt such resentment towards an opponent, she had felt an incredible hostility from her adversary to the point of wanting to cause shameless harm, Eleanor has always considered matches as an encounter where respect is essential since it is not about leaving an opponent incapacitated but about being superior by showing technique and skill.

-Don't! - Eleanor started shouting while hitting -You know! .... when!...to shut up???!!!

Once she was done with her set of punches she stood up, her shoulder was bothering Eleanor too much so she decided to try something taught by her friend Violet after dislocating the shoulder of a colleague during her training days. Playing a little with the joint Eleanor recognized the exact point where she had to act and put it in place, it was a temporary solution and most likely she had to rest for a couple of weeks beside the fact that her arm would be a burden for the rest of the fight.

Eleanor waited for Bengal to stand up, if all went well she would take advantage of their proximity to the ropes to get her out of the ring with a clothesline.

-It is time to take the action out of the ring- she thought.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Eleanor pounded her opponent like she was tenderizing a side of meat, bellowing at Bengal to shut up. Ironically, the Tiger actually had fallen silent for what seemed like the first time that match, too busy trying to survive the rookie's onslaught to come up with her usual catty remarks. It was taking all her focus to keep her guard up, in the face of her opponent's unrelenting assault.

Then, abruptly, the barrage of blows ceased. Peering through a gap between her bruised arms, Bengal could see why. The young fighter had gotten off the canvas, standing up and clutching at her dislocated shoulder. At first, Bengal thought that she'd overexerted herself - but as she watched, Eleanor manipulated the joint with a surgeon's expertise, replacing it within its socket. The Indian woman's pulse quickened as a bolt of fear shot through her. She just...popped it back in? the Tiger thought, wincing internally at the image. What is this girl even made of?

Bengal kept resting on her back for a few seconds, catching her breath. She expected Eleanor to drop down and resume her attack, and she drew her legs up into her guard in anticipation. But her opponent remained standing, as if goading the Tiger to make the next move. The rookie's newfound confidence made the bile rise in Bengal's throat. She kipped up to her feet, snarling - only to be bowled over again as Eleanor ricocheted off the ropes, ramming into her with a clothesline. "GYAAH!" She reeled backward, crying out in shock, carried along by the smaller woman's impossible momentum. Her back collided with the top rope, and she flipped over it, her orange-and-black boots flying over her head. Bengal crashed to the unpadded floor in a tangle of limbs, taking a nasty bump on the ring apron along the way.

[TrixVii011]

The instant she saw Bengal's body fall over the third rope Eleanor ran to the corner, the last thing she wanted was for her to stand up and lose the opportunity to show off one of her signature moves, quickly climbing up to the top of the corner.

-Don't move- she thought as her body launched in the direction of her opponent's lying body.

Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to execute that move with her knee and now arm being in not the best condition to absorb an impact not only against another body but against the rigid surface of the ground. Eleanor had left behind the overthinking of what she should or should not do, her body was in automatic mode, her mission went from surviving to submit.

Eleanor stretched her body looking to fall with all her weight on Bengal while extending her elbow that waited hungrily for a full impact. The audience cheered the execution of THE ASTEROID.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal was helpless on her back, her eyes squeezed shut to try and block out the pounding in her head. Even if she'd seen Eleanor plummeting toward her, she wouldn't have been able to get out of the way in time. The rookie's muscular arm drove into Bengal's heaving chest, as the young girl unleashed THE ASTEROID, her signature elbow drop! Much like the space rock that killed the dinosaurs, this move was an extinction-level event.

The Tiger's body spasmed as if she'd been hit by a cattle prod. Her arms and legs flared up briefly from the disastrous impact, before settling lazily back down. Her chest was throbbing; she wouldn't have been surprised if Eleanor's elbow had left a crater in the surface beneath them. However, when she tried to lift her hands to check the spot, she found that she couldn't move them - nor could she move the athletic body of the young woman lying on top of her. For the first time since the opening bell, the Tiger was vulnerable. And thanks to the Falls Count Anywhere stipulation, Eleanor wouldn't even have to return her opponent to the ring to exploit that. The white-haired warrior was free to use any pins or submissions she could think of, right there on the floor!

[TrixVii011]

Eleanor was surprised that the move had turned out better than expected without realizing that it was the result of the rush resulting from the previous events, with Bengal under her body she could feel the slight movement of her muscles as she tried to get Eleanor off. At that moment she realized that for the first time in the entire match she had a noticeable advantage over the veteran, her face lit up at the opportunity and she immediately went for the pin.

-Quick, referee!- she shouted, recovering her smile.